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 Story title : Tanya's Probation Violation - Part 1

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 Tonya's Probation Violation - Part 1
 by Roger T Pipe (Rogrtipe@ix.netcom.com)
 
 My job is usually beyond boring, it's downright
 brutally dull.  See, I am a parole officer, have been
 for nearly ten years now.  I may have at one time
 gotten into this field to see if I could straighten
 out some wayward souls.  Help them put their lives
 back together, or something like that.  However, I've
 grown to understand that the people I deal with, by
 and large won't be helped. All I will do is watch them
 waste their time on the outside until they get popped
 for some other crime and end up right back in jail
 again.

 My job is mostly a lot of paperwork, phone calls
 and meetings with scum bags who would rather kill me
 than do an honest day's work.

 Before I turn this into a completely boring lecture
 about how pitiful my job is, I guess I should get to
 my original point. 

 Things began to change a year ago, culminating in
 a rather unforgettable event a few weeks ago.  You
 see, last year, I was assigned a rather famous, or
 rather infamous case.  I was the assigned parole
 officer for the former skating champion turned
 national bad girl Tonya Harding.

 My first thought was to try and trade the case for
 another, having had a rather nightmarish time with the
 press a few years back when I was assigned to former
 child star Dana Plato's case. 

 However, I decided that I was better prepared for
 the media this time.  Besides, I had always had a bit
 of a "thing" for Tony anyway.

 I was a bit surprised when I first met Ms. Harding.
 She was very polite and well mannered, not at all the
 bitch queen that the media had made her out to be.
 Aside from the obvious media attention, her case was
 quite simple.

 She was to serve three hundred hours of community
 service over the next nine months, reporting to me
 once a month to update me on her progress. Very simple
 for anyone who was willing to put in the time.

 I have to admit I was a bit nervous as I asked her
 for her autograph at the end of our initial meeting.
 Perhaps it was my sheepish manner signaling weakness,
 or perhaps it was just her true colors shining through,
 but my request was met with such open disdain and
 resentment that I was taken aback.

 "Fuck that."  she said, getting up to leave. "Just
 because you're my fucking PO, doesn't mean I have to
 give you anything. I'm a God Damned star now, I can
 sell my autograph for a hundred bucks if I want to.
 You just keep track of my fucking community service
 hours and we'll get along fine.  Maybe when I'm done
 I'll sell you an autograph at a discount. If you don't
 fuck up my hours or piss me off in the mean time."

 With that, she was out the door in a huff.

 I watched out the window as she pushed rudely
 through the sea of reporters, rushing out to her
 truck.

 "Well," I muttered to myself. "So much for good
 first impressions."  When push came to shove, the
 selfish prima donna that she had been trained to be
 really did come out.  Well, I shouldn't have expected
 her to be any different than all the other little
 shits that I had to deal with.  Too bad for her that
 she had to be such a bitch though because I had had a
 really great, easy assignment all lined up for her.
 That little outburst of hers cost her that one.  I
 immediately assigned it to someone else. 

 Luckily for me, that first day's attitude trip was
 just the first of Tonya's mistakes.

 The months rolled by, and the press slowly faded
 away, until one day in early fall, Tonya walked,
 unbothered up to my office.  She had made a habit of
 cutting our visits as short as she felt she could get
 away with.  With each passing month, her answers to my
 routine questions grew increasingly bitter.

 She was upholding her probation requirements and doing
 her public service hours at an acceptable rate.  It
 seemed as if her only form of rebellion was to insult
 me at every opportunity.

 I smiled as I always did, when someone got nasty with
 me, knowing, as usual, that I would have the last
 laugh.  You see, on her fourth visit, (of nine) Tonya
 had made a rather serious blunder.

 When I tried to politely point it out a small
 infraction to her, she stood up and shouted at me.
 "Shut up, you fucking incompetent old lard ass."
 Then she had spun around and bolted out the door. If
 that was how she wanted it, who was I to argue.

 Finally, Tonya's last appointment came.  She had
 scheduled her final meeting with me on the last day
 allowed by her probation program.  If her community
 service hours were not completed by that night at
 midnight, she would be forced to serve jail time.

 Of course, Tonya had finished her hours a month
 earlier and was only waiting until the last minute
 to add some drama and get some press.  In the time
 I had seen her, her star had faded and she was no
 longer in so much demand.

 I chuckled a bit thinking back on her refusal to give
 me an autograph.

 At three minutes to one, I saw her pull up in her
 truck. The publicity stunt had worked to some degree.
 There were a handful of reporters covering Tonya's
 last probation meeting. 

 Would she make it?  Would the bad girl of skating have
 to spend time in jail?  She was in rare form, shoving
 her way through the crowd, looking every bit as bitchy
 as I had ever seen her.  She was still trying to play
 angry over the release of that video tape of her and
 Jeff.

 I must admit, I had my own personal copy and had
 stroked off to it several hundred times, knowing I
 would one day have her autograph it for me.  

 I sat back in my chair confidently as Tonya stormed
 through the door in her usual hurry.  It was a warm
 day out and she was dressed as one would expect her
 to be on a day when the cameras would be on her.  She
 wore a tight pair of Levi's, old, faded and hugging
 her wonderfully full hips, a thin white T shirt,
 which showed her bra straps at the shoulders and the
 back.  Her blonde hair was pulled back tightly just
 as everyone remembered it from her skating days.

 Just the sight of her on this day made my cock begin
 to throb with desire and anticipation.  "Sit down."
 I said to her pleasantly.

 "Cut the crap,"  she snorted, plopping down in the
 chair across from me.  "Just sign the fucking paper
 so I can get this over with."

 "I could do that."  I said calmly.  "But I'd like to
 ask you one more time for the small favor of your
 autograph."  This was the moment of truth.  All I
 really wanted was for her to autograph my tape for me.
 If she did, I'd let her go and overlook the mistake.

 Tonya rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Would you
 please sign this?"  I asked, sliding the copy of her
 video across my desk.

 "What is this crap?"  She yelled at me.  "You fucking
 pervert."  She threw the tape at the wall, smashing it.
 Tonya stood quickly, flaming mad.  "You better sign my
 fucking paper now before I march outside and tell the
 press what a pervert you are."

 "Sit down."  I barked at her, not wanting her to
 simply bolt from the room as she had done so many
 times before.  "You listen to me you little bitch."
 I said, bringing a look of shock to her pretty face.
 "All I ever tried to do was help you get through this
 without any snags. All I ever asked you for was a
 damned autograph, and you can't even give me that.
 Well, that's just fine, because I think I have some-
 thing I want even more from you Miss bad-ass."

 I pulled her release papers out of my desk along with
 her documentation log.  She looked a bit relieved when
 I uncapped my pen and held it over the papers.  "All I
 have to do is sign you off on these community service
 hours and you are free to go."

 The pen touched the paper.  I looked up at her, our
 eyes met. Her grin quickly faded to a look of contempt.

 "Sign them already, I hate being in this place with
 you." She barked.

 I sat up in my chair. Okay, that was the last straw.
 "There is a problem however."  I said.

 "What the fuck...."  she started to protest, but I cut
 her off curtly.

 "I tried to tell you a while ago, but you told me, I
 believe your exact words were to shut the fuck up and
 mind my own business."  My mocking tone seem to enrage
 her even more, brining a rather attractive shade of
 red to her pale cheeks.

 Without a word, Tonya sat across from me, mouth open.
 I handed her my logbook and continued.  "You'll see
 there that indeed you did complete the required number
 of hours, however, you may want to note the zip code
 for the Shady Hills Retirement home where fifty seven
 of your hours were completed."

 Her eyes never left the paper, but Tonya remained
 quiet.  "You'll note that your probation required you
 to complete all of your hours within this county.
 Shady Hills is in the next county over, therefore, it
 doesn't qualify."

 Tonya looked up from my logbook, a confused expression
 on her flushed face.  She looked like the proverbial
 deer in the truck's headlights.

 "But this is just a technicality, surely it can be
 overlooked or fixed."  Her tone was weak, she wasn't
 sure what it all meant, but I was about to make it
 very to clear to her.

 "Of course."  I replied.  "When I first brought it up,
 it could have been easily corrected. I could have filed
 a motion on your behalf and all would have been well.
 The problem is that you didn't want my help.  As I
 recall, you were pretty much a bitch about the whole
 thing and now it's too late to fix it."

 Fear crossed Tonya's face for the first time, then
 anger returned.  "It's not my fault that you're too
 fucking incompetent to do your job right.  What do I
 have to do now, make up the damned hours somewhere
 else?"

 I chuckled aloud.  "Oh no, it doesn't mean that.  The
 time is past for you to make up for it.  What it means
 Ms. Harding, is that you failed to complete your hours.
 You know what that means."  I leaned back and smiled
 as her angry expression faded into one of sheer terror.

 "You don't mean."  she stammered.  "T-T-That I have to
 go to j-j-jail do you?"

 I mocked her openly now. "Y-Y-Yes I d-d-does mean that
 you have to g-g-go to j-j-jail."

 "But you can't do that. You were supposed to help me."
 She responded, a note of desperation in her voice.

 "I tried to help you Tonya and all you ever did was
 treat me like shit." I said.  "Now it's too late to
 make up the time.  I really have no choice but to
 report you to the court and have you carted straight
 to jail to serve your six months."

 That familiar look crossed her face.  The one that
 everyone had seen at the Olympics when her lace broke.
 It had turned me on then, but now it made my cock
 throb in my pants.  Tears welled in her eyes and her
 lips curled up, she started to whine like a child.

 "Please, you can't let me go to jail.  I've worked so
 hard and stayed out of trouble.  I did my time, you
 know I did.  I'm sorry if I was a bitch to you, it's
 just that I've been through so much with the scandal
 and the media.  Then Jeff released that tape, my life
 has been Hell, please you've got to help me.  I just
 can't go to jail, I'll do..."

 "Anything?" I finished her sentence of her. "Will you
 really do anything I say?"

 She hesitated a moment, "Yes, I suppose I will."

 "Well then, I think I might be able to overlook the
 problem in exchange-- let's say for an autographed
 copy of your movie.  You know, to replace the one you
 just broke."

 "All right, first thing tomorrow I'll go buy one and
 bring it to you, I promise."  A smile came back for
 just a moment, until she saw that I was shaking my
 head slowly."

 "I'm afraid that won't do.  I really just don't trust
 you Tonya." I said.

 "Well, can't I just sign the box for the other one,
 and you can get a new tape.  I'll give you the money
 to buy one right now."  She stood up and reached into
 her back pocket for her wallet.

 "I'm afraid that won't do either, but I do know of
 something you can do."  I replied.

 "Anything," she said, that desperate whining coming
 back into her voice.

 I pointed to a video camera I had running on a tripod
 to one side of the office.  I always kept it running
 for security reasons, but now had better plans for it.

 "We can make our own video to replace the one you
 ruined." I said.

 Her tears stopped at once, those beautiful eyes
 opening wide as she prepared to make a final charge
 at my authority.  "Fuck you!  You can't do that.  No
 fucking way I'm doing anything like that with you!"

 "You're right of course.  I can't make you do anything
 with me.  What I can do is simply pass along this
 information and let the courts handle it."  I picked
 up the phone and hit zero. "Hello, security, I think
 I may need..."

 "No!" Tonya pleaded. "Wait, we can work this out."

 "Hold on," I said into the receiver, dropping it away
 from my mouth.  "Do we have a deal?"  I whispered to
 Tonya. "Whatever I say?"

 She nodded, defeated, then began to sob silently.

 "Forget it Steve, I've got everything under control."
 I said, hanging up the phone.

 I let her cry for a few minutes, knowing that she was
 so well rehearsed at tearing up that she would continue
 the charade for a while.  Finally, I spoke. "All right,
 let's get on with this.  You want me to overlook the
 problem with your community service hours.  I can do
 that, but in return I want you to make a video with me.
 We're going to do all the things you did with Jeff in
 the original video and then some.  You are to do what-
 ever I tell you.  Is that understood?"

 "But what if..."  she tried to interject.

 "No buts sweetheart!" I shouted. "If you want to stay
 out of jail, then you will be mine for the next hour
 or so.  If you don't go along with everything I say,
 I'll make the call and you will be behind bars within
 the hour and licking pussy by sundown, believe me. I'm
 sure a celebrity like you will be really popular in
 jail.  Is that clear?"

 She nodded.

 "Do we have a deal?"

 Looking up at me with defeat in her eyes, Tonya nodded.

 "Good," I replied, standing up to retrieve the video
 camera.  "We are going to start out like the other
 tape, you showing off your hot firm little body."

 I sat on the edge of the desk not three feet from her
 and began running the video camera.  "Stand up."
 I ordered.

 After a moment of hesitation, she stood and moved the
 chair back out of the way.

 "Why don't you give this tape a nice intro Tonya."  I
 said.  "Start with you name and what we are going to
 do."

 She looked a bit puzzled and stood silently for a long
 moment.

 I took the camera from my eyes and shut it off. "I want
 you to talk a little about who you are and what we will
 be doing on this tape."  I instructed her.

 "But I don't know what we are going to do."  She
 answered.

 "Oh Tonya, stop being so coy, it will only make it
 worse later.  You know what I want.  I want you to
 talk to the camera like a foul-mouthed little whore,
 to describe in detail what you will be begging me to
do to you and how much you'll love every minute of
 it."

 I put the camera back to my eye. "Oh and Tonya." I
 added.  "You better make it believable."

 She took a deep breath, wiping tears from her eyes and
 stared into the camera.  "I want you to know I hate
 you for this."  She said with the last of her defiance.

 "Let the action begin," was my only response.

 With a heavy sigh, Tonya began to speak.  "Hi there,
 I'm Tonya Harding, and because of some special circum-
 stances, I'm going to have to make this video with my
 probation officer.  I'm going to take off my clothes
 for him, then have sex with him."

 I peeked around the viewfinder and gave Tonya a dis-
 approving glance.  She apparently got the message and
 continued.  "Which is fine with me, because I've been
 thinking about him since we first met, wanting to see
 what he had in his pants.  Oh how I have wanted to see
 his big cock and put it in my mouth.  I can't wait to
 finally get a chance to suck on his big prick; it makes
 my pussy wet just thinking about it."

 "Good Tonya." I said. "Why don't you show off your body
 a bit, let's see just how that hot pussy of yours
 really is."

 Her T-shirt came off first, up and over her head,
 exposing her tight flat stomach and muscular arms.
 Her plain white bra held her small firm breasts in
 place tightly.  Tonya ran her hands over them sexily,
 squeezing the soft flesh of her tits together
 invitingly.

 She kicked off her tennis shoes and began to undo her
 tight blue jeans.  "This is what you want to see isn't
 it?" She asked as she seductively popped each button
 of her Levi's. "You're just dying to see what's in my
 pants aren't you?"

 She turned around and slid her jeans over her full
 hips and down her ass.  She wore a pair of plain white
 cotton panties that stretched tightly over her tight
 round ass.  Tonya wiggled her hips seductively as she
 pulled her pants the rest of the way down and stepped
 out of them.  She tossed the balled up jeans over my
 head.

 Now she stood before me in just her panties and bra,
 facing me.  The fronts of her highly muscled thighs
 looked so inviting I wanted nothing more than to throw
 my camera down and dive between them.  That would have
 ruined the little show, but it might have been worth
 it.

 "Get ready."  she purred.  "You're about to see the
 rest of me."  She reached behind herself and unhooked
 her bra, keeping eye contact with the camera at all
 times.  Tonya had done this before.  My mind raced at
 all of the possible home movies that someone had stored
 away somewhere.

 With a graceful shrug of her shoulders the bra slid
 down her arms, which Tonya carefully positioned to
 cover her breasts.  The bra was now around her wrists,
 her arms fully extended before her, pushing her covered
 tits together to make a nice looking cleavage.  "Wanna
 see my tits?"  she purred like a true pro.  

 With a flip of her wrist, the bra flew back over my
 head. And Tonya slowly raised her arms directly over
 her head, making a show out of revealing her tits to
 the camera.  They were far from perfect, rather small
 with a decided droop to them, but she had perfect,
 suckable nipples that stood up proudly.

 After letting me stare at them for a few moments,
 Tonya took her tits in her hands and began to squeeze
 them, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and
 forefingers, causing them to become pink and erect in
 seconds.  "Are you going to suck my tits later?"  she
 asked. "That turns me on so much, it makes me lose
 control of myself."

 I made a mental note of that and smiled at the
 spectacle in the viewfinder.

 Her hands worked down to the waistband of her white
 panties and she hooked her thumbs inside.  With a
 graceful spin, she was facing away from me and bent
 over at the waist as she pulled down her panties,
 exposing her round ass to the camera.  Tonya had put
 on a little weight since the other video, but her
 ass was still firm, tight from daily skating workouts.

 She spread her legs far enough for her to peek back
 at the camera from between her muscled thighs.
 Smiling back at me Tonya slapped her ass to demonstrate
 how hard it was.  With each smack of her palm, Tonya's
 ass quivered only slightly.  The spanking continued
 until her ass cheeks were glowing pink from the abuse.

 Only then did she turn back around and give me a good
 look at her pussy.  Her full bush of pussy hair had
 been trimmed short and neat in a small triangle just
 above her lips which were visibly moist from her self
 stimulation.  Now Tonya was naked in front of me except
 for a pair of white socks which she wore bunched around
 her ankles.

 "Well," she said, licking her lips. "What will you have
 me do now?" she smiled excitedly.

 I could have spent all night answering that one...

 Continued in Part 2...

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