<strong>Tsade ~ the ruckus</strong><br/><br/>It was clear who had served in the military by the order that the five entered the office. The shift Sergeant held the door open and gave several glances toward the outer door as the other four passed thru and into the Office of Administrator. There was that awkward pause as Shift Sergeant Worthington hesitated, standing at the open door and not moving, but only momentarily.<br/><br/>He stepped forward and insured the door closed quietly shut before slipping in the group to make up the last rank. Two, two and the last rank, dead center nearest the door; Worthington. Career military was written all over his expressionless face as his stare bore a hole in the  picture above the Administrator’s head.<br/><br/>No one looked directly at Lily kneeling beside the desk. Her breasts bare and perked. Her legs opened revealing her nude love lips and clit half hooded. Her body slightly arched in offer as her sensual fragrance painted the air each man breathed in. Then breathed in a little deeper.<br/><br/>Second row right a paper bag wheezed in and out like a balloon with the false hope of becoming air borne. It masked most of the features of the face. Horn rimmed glasses framed the eyes that seemed out of focus.<br/><br/>Tsade rested his elbows on his chair and steepled his fingers in silence.  A silence that changed the weigh of gravity in the pool of men standing before him as if they each carried a piece of concrete the size of a corvette over their heads. Tsade’s gaze was not focused on any one particular man, just the dented, clothes torn, black eyed and bruised mob before his desk.<br/><br/>Several shifted their footing. Someone in the first row cleared his throat. The silence rolled over them for another few minutes in eternity.<br/><br/>“There’s been a terrible misunderstanding, Grand Master,” Shift Leader Penney blurted out.<br/><br/>The silence had created a vacuum. The four around Shift Leader Penney exchanged looks.<br/><br/>“And…” Tsade remarked quietly.<br/><br/>They spoke at once to fill up the void as quickly as possible. It was four different tunes and a bag percussion section all at once for several minutes. The performance was complete with hand gestures and facial expression. A troop of chimps showed much the same excitement when it was feeding time, Tsade thought.<br/><br/>He looked on without comment allowing them all to wind down to a grinding halt. They peeled off one at a time until the wheezing of bagged air was the only sound in the room once again.<br/><br/>Tsade sat forward. His hands came to rest on either side of a computer tablet. His voice was level. His gaze piercing so hotly that those in contact quickly found some other place to look.<br/><br/>“This organization runs on order. Those who are unable to become organized will be given work elsewhere.”<br/><br/>His finger went to the tablet. He pressed enter then turned the screen for the five. It was a map of Africa. There was a red X in a dark spot that was labeled ‘The Congo‘.<br/><br/>“Fourteen slaves are missing, I suggest you check the parking garage,” Tsade said in a tone of dismissal.<br/><br/>The door was swinging back  when the other four turned to race out. Worthington had been a career Sergeant after all.<br/><br/>The last one to figure things out was…<br/><br/>“Mr. Throckbottle,” Tsade said in a voice that was the nearest to the tone of doom as those sounds could be this side of death.<br/><br/>The man turned. It was a mistake. He didn’t know it at the time.<br/><br/>Tsade reached out and brushed his fingers along Lily’s right side painting his touch up and down her ribs. Letting Throckbottle watch him stroke over one breast and roll her nipple in his fingers.<br/><br/>“I expect her to respond to my touch without sensor. She is a slave. She knows she is to respond to my direction to the best of her ability. If not, she will do so the next time with more eagerness.”<br/><br/>The paper bag slowly moved from his face. His arm fell to his side as he watched. His lips opened slightly. If his mouth hadn’t been so dry he might have had a little drool leaking down the corner.<br/><br/>“She will be eager for you tomorrow,” Tsade commented as his fingers traveled down her body and sank into her sex.<br/><br/>Throckbottle shut his mouth and swallowed hard. His breaths seemed deeper, the paper bag crinkled in his hand.<br/><br/>“You can have many things, Throckbottle.” Tsade said as he teased the heat in Lily’s body to life.<br/><br/>“It all depends on how well you have her perform tomorrow. How well you have them all perform tomorrow.”<br/><br/>“Think about it as you leave the office,” Tsade said in dismissal as he teased Lily to the edge.<br/><br/>Tsade allowed Humphrey to reach the office door and open it before calling him.<br/><br/>“Throckbottle?”<br/><br/>Humphrey froze, the paper bag crinkled. He turned around slowly.<br/><br/>“Yes Grand Master?”<br/><br/>“Are your shots up to date?” Tsade said without the hint of a threat.<br/><br/>The words ’The Congo’ flashed like a beacon in Humphrey’s foremost thoughts.<br/><br/>The color washed from the man’s face, “Uhh ..yes, Grand Master.”<br/><br/>“Yes, I thought so. Have a good night Throckbottle,” Tsade ended the conversation.<br/><br/>The dance instructor pulled open the door and all but ran out of the office. The door slammed behind him as Tsade combed his fingers thru Lily’s hair.<br/><br/>“You’re my slut,” Tsade whispered against her neck.<br/>