Posted by Ripper X on September 02, 2003 at 22:11:06:
Well things have been kind of slow lately, why not plunder the web looking for something to read? This next piece is a really good example of a writer properly pacing himself. Its got a good character, well I guess I like her. Some of you may not but you need to try and be less pissy. This isn't a snuff piece but you folks got BUMP!!! Hell, god forbid you actually get any ideas and think about (GASP) Blatantly stealing from another author! And IMO this is one to steal from. He writes about things that authors usually rush and summerize (Making their stories suck harder then those Carrottop commercials), those that write call this CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Sure, you can go without doing it but I think that if you read this piece then you'll agree that it gives you a chance to get to know the character and see what makes them tick. This takes a story that would normally be dull and turns it into something with real flesh to chew on . . . no, no, no. Not that kind of flesh, I swear to God that I'm writing for the fucking Muppets sometimes. I really do.
Enjoy!
-RIP
"McKinney, Shannon!" The arbitration officer called out from the doorway of his office.
Shannon heard her name and rose from her seat, straightening her jacket and skirt. She was in the waiting room of the Department of Corrections Arbitration Center, and sitting across from her in an obviously foul mood was the girl that had caused her to be there.
Shannon had been at a party for her fellow graduates when Carla Metzger (whom Shannon knew only vaguely) had become drunk and boisterous. At six foot two inches and a beefy frame, Carla was not known for her style and grace, and her voice was naturally loud. Two semesters of rowing crew had given Carla a physique to match her voice: Big and powerful. Shannon, on the other hand was smaller, with a slender body that she kept trim by running three miles every morning. When Carla had started becoming a problem at the party, Shannon had volunteered to drive her back to the athletics dorm near the training center. Shannon had been nursing her drinks for most of the night and was the least drunk of the group. Carla had reluctantly given Shannon the keys to the car.
They were just outside the campus gates when the city policeman had ordered Shannon to pull over and park the car. The officer had gone through the usual procedures, taking her license, Carla's registration, and the insurance cards for processing, and was returning to the car when Carla had gone into a drunken rage, hurling insults at the officer until finally, he ordered them both out of the car. Shannon had obeyed, but Carla had resisted and had actually pushed the officer back when he opened her door. A struggle had ensued and it had taken two officers to get her into the back seat of the police cruiser. Shannon had been ordered to take a Breathalyzer test and she had generated a barely-legal reading. A follow-up blood-alcohol test gave a reading that was slightly higher. Shannon was charged with driving under the influence and Carla was arrested for assaulting an officer.
As first time offenders, the judge had placed both of them in the arbitration program designed to rehabilitate criminals charged with petty crimes. It had also allowed the girls to avoid serving jail time, and if they completed their sentences to the satisfaction of the courts, the arrest incident would become nothing more than a funny story to tell some day.
"Good morning, Miss McKinney, please have a seat." The arbitration officer signaled to a simple chromed metal chair as he closed the door. He wore a plain blue short-sleeved dress shirt with beltless pants and a striped polyester tie. He smiled as he extended his hand towards the chair, his mustache stretching with his grin making him look cheesier than he already did. A slight gasp escaped Shannon's lips as the back of her bare thighs came in contact with the cool metal surface of the chair. She had chosen to wear her dress skirt and jacket, hoping to make a favorable impression on the arbitration officer and earn an easier assignment than Carla, but the skirt was cut to mid-thigh and Shannon had chosen not to wear stockings. She shifted slightly, knees together, taking attention to maintain a good posture. Her attorney had advised her to treat this meeting as if it was a job interview in the off-chance that she could draw an easier assignment.
"Sorry about that. You're the first person to be interviewed today and the chair hasn't had a chance to warm up yet," the man explained, "I'm Officer Rodriguez and I've been looking at your folder. No priors, no outstanding tickets, non-violent act . . . this should be a fairly easy job for me."
The man pulled out a desk drawer and opened a simple manila folder. "Typically, we open a case file on you, assign you to a light-duty work detail and schedule a follow-up in a month. You were sentenced to two hundred hours of community service that you have to complete before we can discharge you from the program, and during that time you're not allowed to leave the city. Now, I read here that you're a student at the university and I'm guessing that you were planning on graduating next week, correct?" Shannon nodded. "Well, if you were planning on going anywhere after you receive your diploma, that could be a problem."
Shannon's heart sunk. Her parents had already planned a celebratory vacation, and her dorm was closing for the summer right after the graduation ceremonies had concluded. If she were going to stay in town to complete her service hours, she'd have to rent an apartment. Her parents would go through the roof if they had to put down a deposit on an apartment for her, not to mention setting up the utilities. They would also have to cancel their vacation plans and forfeit their reservation deposits. One thing her father would not tolerate was wasted money, and Shannon was about to waste a lot of his money.
"On the other hand, I do have an assignment that could get you out of the system at a much faster rate than most of my other jobs. You could finish your commitment to society in four days." Shannon's heart leaped at the prospect of putting the whole mess behind her as quickly as possible. The man continued, "But I should warn you that it's not your typical job. In fact, it's not one that I would normally assign to one of my cases, but based on what I've read in this report and from what I can see, I think you'll be perfect for it."
Shannon tentatively questioned the officer. "What would I be doing?"
"One of the consultants to the police department will be starting a lecture tour involving the history of crime and punishment. He needs someone to help him prepare the presentation materials and assist with demonstrations. He needs someone with a good stage presence - clean, well spoken, attractive - that can work well with an audience. Have you ever done any public speaking? Would you feel comfortable in front of an audience?"
Shannon paused a moment. She had always scored well on her oral exams, and during the group project presentations she had always been selected as the main speaker. "Yes, I've given some presentations in class. I think I could handle that well enough."
"Good," Officer Rodriguez said, making a notation in the folder, "But before I can sign this off, you'll have to meet with the doctor, and make sure you pass his interview."
"Doctor?" Shannon asked.
"Yes, the consultant is a medical doctor and also holds degrees in criminology, and sociology. You'll actually be an employee of his consulting firm, and you'll need to pass his employment exams, but you won't be able to earn any income from it, since it's against the law for criminals to profit from their crimes." Shannon still wasn't used to being called a criminal and the word stung her. A simple mistake in judgment and she is being called a criminal. At the time, she thought she was doing the right thing by taking Carla home, and now she was sitting on a cold metal chair, and being called a criminal. The officer continued, "Don't worry, though. Think of it as an internship; a very selective internship."
Shannon accepted the slip of paper from Officer Rodriguez and looked at it. It listed an address, a phone number, an appointment time, and a woman's name. "It's just up the street, within easy walking distance, so you should be able to get there in time if you don't delay. You look fine. Just ask for Annette, the name I've written on your assignment card, and she'll get you squared away."
The consultancy offices were easy to find– a modern one-story office building, well landscaped, with a handful of parking places near the entrance. Shannon didn't have a car (since most of her daily needs were fulfilled by the university), so she walked the few short blocks to the offices. She entered the small lobby and went to the receptionist's station; A simple window cut into the side of the wall with a narrow shelf, upon which rested a small silver bell. A textured plastic pane separated her from the persons on the other side of the wall. Shannon rang the bell and the opaque plastic panel slid back. A woman with blonde-hair and blue eyes (not much older than Shannon) looked up from her computer, "Yes? May I help you?"
"I'm Shannon McKinney. I was sent here about an assignment?"
The woman looked at her quizzically, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't . . . oh, wait; You must be looking for Annette. One moment and I'll get her." The panel slid closed and Shannon could hear voices emanating from the other side. First the receptionist's voice, and then another woman's voice that was slightly deeper. After a moment, the door next to the panel opened and a woman, in her mid-forties and wearing a grey business skirt and jacket very similar to Shannon's, appeared. "Hello, I'm Annette. I understand you're here about the modeling job?"
Modeling job? Shannon looked at the woman and said, "I don't know. I was told that it was mostly preparing demonstration materials."
"Right, that's the one." The woman replied, "Not only will you be helping prepare the demonstrations, but you'll also be acting as scenery excitement. You know, adding some dazzle to the props. Sort of like the models on game shows; you sell the prize," the woman explained and gestured with her hands, mimicking the flash of a camera. "Normally we use the same girl for this, but our normal model, Caroline over there," Annette waved towards the receptionist, "Hurt her ankle recently and can't do the work. We didn't want to let her go so she's acting as our receptionist until her leg feels better, and then she's going back on the lecture tour, so this will be a pretty short assignment." Cocking her head, Annette continued, "Short-term assignment work is hard to fill. A lot of the girls the modeling agencies send over tend to want longer employment commitments. I hope you didn't have any long-term expectations about this job."
"Oh, that's quite alright," Shannon replied, "The sooner I finish this job, the happier I'll be." Annette looked at her with concern. Shannon quickly added, "I mean, I'm sure this is a wonderful job, but I really want to complete my community service hours as quickly as I can and put this all behind me."
Annette accepted her explanation and handed Shannon a clipboard. "That's fine. Just complete these forms and return them to Caroline, then we'll give you a quick physical." Shannon looked at Annette, puzzled. Annette continued, "It's just a formality. We require all of our employees to undergo a routine physical as part of the group insurance plan. Rather than pay another physician to do the work, we just do it ourselves and submit the paperwork to the insurance company. We also like to administer a drug test, but that usually takes awhile to get back from the lab, so given the circumstances I think we can let that slide this time." Nodding her head, Annette turned and disappeared down the hallway.
Shannon completed the forms and gave the clipboard to Caroline. She smiled and gestured towards the hallway, "Ok, just go through the door and wait in the first examination room on the right. The doctor should be here any minute and he can go ahead and give you your physical today."
"You know, you're very lucky that you got this assignment, and that you can get this preliminary stuff taken care of so quickly," Caroline chatted, still seated at her desk, "When I took this job, I had to wait a week for the interview, and then two more weeks for the drug tests to come back from the lab. It's a pretty easy job, really, and it pays okay. If you're majoring in public relations or marketing, this is a great way to get over any sort of jitters about speaking to an audience; And it's easy money!"
"Well," Shannon explained, "That's not really my major. I've always been good with public speaking, but I really wanted to get involved with something, I don't know . . . less corporate. I'm getting a degree in Liberal Arts with a minor in Journalism. I don't really know what I want to do for a career yet. As for money, I'm afraid I won't be getting any for this. It's sort of an internship for me." She didn't want to admit that she had committed a crime, and Officer Rodriquez' idea seemed like a good cover.
"Well, trust me, this is a fantastic job," Caroline chirped.
Shannon walked the few steps to the door that Annette had indicated and entered the room. It was like most medical exam rooms she'd been in. It was small, and in the center was a padded examination table with silver stirrups mounted at the corners, a small stool next to it, and a chair off to the side. Wooden cabinets lined the walls on the other side, with jars of cotton swabs, bandages, and tongue depressors sitting on top of the counter. Shannon was sitting in the chair when she heard the door open. Startled, she stiffened up quickly and straightened her jacket. A man entered the small room.
"Hello, Shannon, I'm Doctor Wellington."
The man was in his late thirties and wore a dress shirt, tie, suit pants, and the ubiquitous white jacket that let everyone know he was a doctor, and a stethoscope was draped around his neck. He extended his hand. "I'm glad to meet you. I've been reading your forms and I just have a few more questions that I think this exam should answer." Shannon stood up and accepted his handshake. The doctor continued, "If you'll remove your jacket and blouse, we'll go ahead and get started."
Shannon unbuttoned her suit jacket, slid it off her shoulders and folded it neatly, laying it on the chair next to the exam table. The doctor turned to the side and pulled open a drawer withdrawing an inflatable cuff and bulb. Even though he was a doctor, Shannon felt just a bit embarrassed at the thought of placing her feet in those stirrups and exposing herself to a man she had only just met. "Oh, don't be silly," she thought to herself, "He's a doctor, and it's completely legitimate; besides, you're still wearing your bra."
Slipping off her blouse and laying it on top of her jacket, Shannon took her place on the exam table and extended her left arm. The doctor slipped the cuff over her left bicep, inflating the inner tube. Shannon could feel the throbbing in her arm. The doctor took the readings, made a notation, and released the air from the cuff. "Your blood pressure is very good. I saw on your forms that you exercise regularly– Congratulations, because its paying off." The doctor smiled at her warmly and placed the ends of the stethoscope in his ears. He cradled the metal disk in his hands to warm it, then placed it against her chest. "Breath normally for me, please."
"Ok, hold it."
"Now exhale . . . Good." He moved the disk to the other side and repeated the process, then did the same from the back.
"Excellent, you have good lungs, but I expected no less, of course." Shannon smiled at his compliment. "Now, please remove your bra so that I can administer the breast exam."
Shannon was startled, but again she chastised herself. It was common knowledge that women should receive regular breast exams, and he was a doctor; but she had never had one before. She unfastened the front clasp of her bra and slid it down her arms, folding it in half and placing it on her blouse and jacket. She could feel her nipples begin to harden, and in a slight fit of modesty, she held her elbows close to her sides, but stopped herself from raising her hands to cover herself; instead, folding them neatly in her lap. The doctor had his back turned to her while he wrote in her medical folder. "In fact, why don't you go ahead and remove your skirt and shoes as well? I'll be performing an exam of your pubic region to monitor for STDs." Stunned, Shannon paused a moment, then laughed at herself for being such a prude.
"Is there a problem, Shannon?" The doctor asked without turning from the folder.
"Hmm? No, I'm fine," she replied.
"Ok, please raise your left arm for me," the doctor said, turning towards her. Cradling her left breast in his palm, he squeezed softly, then probed along the edge of her pectoral muscle with his fingers. He stared intently at her left nipple, then traced a line with his finger around the circumference of her areola, watching it pucker. "Good, you have good color. No signs of bruising or ruptures, and the nerves appear to be sufficiently sensitive. Now for the other side." Shannon blushed slightly. She hadn't expected him to touch her nipple like that.
She had always thought her breasts were too small. During puberty, she had watched the other girls develop early and attract the attention of the hormone-driven boys, and with her slight build she had always felt inferior. She had compensated by joining the track team, to be with other girls whom she considered skinny, in an attempt to gain acceptance through sports. She had met most of her boyfriends through the track team, but inevitably they left her for girls that could fill out their letterman sweaters better. She hadn't excelled at track and no longer competed, but after entering college she had continued her training regimen and had matured into quite a stunning beauty; lean and toned with clear skin and dark brown hair. During college she had gained weight and she knew she had developed curves in all the right places; Including a new bra size, but still she harbored a slight insecurity about herself; about her body. She had always managed to attract dancing partners at the fraternity parties but had allowed only a few boys to get very far with her, despite their best efforts. They did try hard, but the few times she had spoken with them about her fantasies, they had seemed to make the boys uneasy. A few guys had given it a good honest try, but the sex had been clumsy and certainly less fulfilling to Shannon than for the boys, and the relationships had never lasted.
The doctor probed the pectoral line of her right breast, repeating his stimulation of her nipples. "Good, everything is perfectly health. You're in tip-top shape, Shannon." He smiled at her. She was beginning to loosen up, to feel more comfortable with him now. "If you'll just lean back and put your feet in the stirrups, I'll begin the gynecological scan." This was the moment Shannon had dreaded. She had always felt uncomfortable with these types of examinations, knowing that soon, the doctor would be focusing on the most intimate parts of her body. On a few occasions (with her previous doctors) she had actually started to become aroused! And with her knees spread wide for the exam it was impossible to hide her wetness.
Shannon lay back on the exam table, the paper crinkling under her back as it compressed into the padded foam lining. To help with the process, she spread her knees a bit.
"Ah, thank you. Just a bit more please," the doctor said calmly. She spread her legs until she could feel the resistance of her inner thighs. "Everything appears to be ok so far, but I'm going to need to have a look at your cervix. Would you mind if I got a bit closer?" He asked, as he removed a pair of surgical gloves from his coat pocket. Shannon, trying to act as casually as she could, agreed to let him look at her sex.
Wheeling the stool over, the doctor moved between her knees, bringing his face closer to her mound. She could feel his breath between her thighs and on her tummy. Softly, he parted the lips of her slit with his gloved fingers and inserted his thumbs to open her up. Shannon twitched with nervousness as he probed her mound, and she tried to calm herself by closing her eyes and taking easy, controlled breaths. Keeping her eyes closed, she pulled her arms back and locked her fingers behind her head, trying to act relaxed, as if she was by her dormitory's pool, sunning herself. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see the doctor's appreciative glances at her body.
She was trim, with a lean flat belly and strong legs of a runner. Her breasts (only slightly flattened from lying on her back) were firm and pale, and her nipples had been tugged into slight ovals as she had placed her hands behind her head. A naturally thin line of fur covered her sex, accentuating the slenderness of her body. Her straight brown hair, normally pulled back into a ponytail, was splayed around her head, framing the exquisite features of her face. The winter months had removed most of the tan lines of summer so that the triangle of her hips was only slightly paler than her legs. Her eyelashes fluttered nervously as the doctor continued to probe her mound. She could feel herself starting to get aroused by his expert touching, and she tried to fight it, trying to avoid possible embarrassment. The doctor, sensing her excitement, deliberately probed a bit deeper with his fingers. She was definitely starting to become aroused, and her nipples were so hard that they actually hurt. She twitched as the doctor found her g-spot, and the muscular lines of her stomach and thighs danced under the lights of the exam room. The doctor knew she was becoming hot and massaged her. Feeling the wetness building. Letting her natural juices coat the wall of her pussy, before withdrawing his index finger.
Shannon suddenly felt the cold steel surface of the speculum pressing against her labia and she gasped audibly as it was inserted within her. The unrelenting metal was very cold, and the sudden pressure was almost painful. Unapologetic, the doctor moved the instrument within her tunnel; then turned the screw, opening her wide to his unrelenting gaze. He produced a small penlight and shone it down her snatch. Her pubic hairs coming ablaze with wayward light. To Shannon, it seemed like an eternity, sitting there naked on the table. Her knees spread wide while the man ran his fingers along her snatch, and the cold steel instrument pressed against the walls of her tunnel, reaching deep inside her. She could feel herself becoming very very moist, and she knew the doctor could smell her arousal. She trembled at his touch. Unable to control herself, as the warmth began to build between her legs. If this lasted much longer . . .