Commander Louise Edwards knew she was a good sailor. Her service record spoke for itself. Second in her class at Annapolis, first in her class at Navy War College. She had received countless accommodations, and numerous medals, but at the moment none of that mattered.
She had told the truth.
The Bible said, “And the truth shall set you free.” But had it? Admiral Shultzmiller was a bad man, a bad leader, and, more importantly was one of the biggest Good Ole Boys in the Good Old Boy Network. He had crossed the line - grabbing the behind of a young female Ensign - and he was so arrogant as to do it in front of her.
The Ensign came to her crying, saying how helpless she felt being groped by this man more than twice her age and a thousand times more powerful. The Ensign asked her to testify on her behalf and she agreed.
The result, her skyrocketing career skidded to a halt. Her orders to COMSUBLANT were cancelled, supposedly due to budget cuts, and she'd received her first and second bad FITREP of her 12-year career.
While once told that she was a shoe-in for Captain, she wasn’t even recommended for board the past two years. These were the worst two years of her life, and though she had done the right thing, her life was miserable.
The Navy was her life. As a female officer, having a family was looked at as a hinderance to a career. Having babies to her male superiors meant she wasn’t available, and couldn’t be counted on.
Instead of feelings of post-coital bliss, Louise sat half-naked on the edge of the hotel bed, her mind drifting to the last 2 years of her now floundering Navy career.
“Louise?”
The young man’s voice snatched her from the pool of self-pity she had been wallowed in. A smile played across her lips as she splashed down into the beauty of her new reality.
“Hey, you,” she said, her eyes running up and down her playmate. Just the sight of him standing there made the juices return to her loins. 6’1”, chocolate brown, built like a linebacker, and his manhood stood straight out - all ten inches in full salute.
She needed someone, so she had found someone. A college junior, and on the football team, no less. They had played two sessions, and his rock-hard member seemed to be aiming for a third round. She had hoped she had it in her.
This was the most fun she’d had in her 35 years. 15 years difference was a lot, but she hadn’t planned on keeping him, only playing with him for a little bit.
“You were amazing, you know that?” he said as he sat down next to her, cupped her breast and kissed her neck.”
Almost as amazing as you. My God, what you do with your fingers...your tongue...and that...ooh. I don’t remember guys in college knowing any of that? Where did you learn it?” she asked in jest. “No, I don’t want to know. I’m just going to enjoy the fringe benefits.”
“It doesn’t matter. I'm wasn't gonna tell you anyway. Do you have another in you?” he said?
"Only if you can let me ride this time,” she giggled.
The young man kissed her neck, and as she threw her head back she saw a red light on the dresser, and froze.”
“That light? What, what is…what is that?" she screamed.
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it," he said, still trying to kiss her neck, but she pushed herself free of his grip.
Louise sat up, and her eyes and mind came to witness the reality she had feared when she saw the red light - a camera.
"What are you...," she stammered. "What are you doing?"
The young man stood, naked as the day he was born and said nonchalantly, "Oh that. It's a project."
Her eyes were wide with horror.
The young man walked over to the camera, picked it up and turned it off. "I think I have enough."
Young man took a picture of the woman as she sat naked on the bed, feebly trying to cover herself with her hands but couldn't. She stuttered, "You just...you just."
“Oh, by junior. I'm a junior in high school. I’m only 16, and Admiral Shultzmiller sends his regards. He's going to like this video.”
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Thanks for reading. This isn't real. I entered a writing contest and the theme was, He's Way Too Young For Me. I thought of this scenario with all of the #MeToo sexual assault people coming forward. What happens to those who witness sexual assault or improper fondling?
She had told the truth.
The Bible said, “And the truth shall set you free.” But had it? Admiral Shultzmiller was a bad man, a bad leader, and, more importantly was one of the biggest Good Ole Boys in the Good Old Boy Network. He had crossed the line - grabbing the behind of a young female Ensign - and he was so arrogant as to do it in front of her.
The Ensign came to her crying, saying how helpless she felt being groped by this man more than twice her age and a thousand times more powerful. The Ensign asked her to testify on her behalf and she agreed.
The result, her skyrocketing career skidded to a halt. Her orders to COMSUBLANT were cancelled, supposedly due to budget cuts, and she'd received her first and second bad FITREP of her 12-year career.
While once told that she was a shoe-in for Captain, she wasn’t even recommended for board the past two years. These were the worst two years of her life, and though she had done the right thing, her life was miserable.
The Navy was her life. As a female officer, having a family was looked at as a hinderance to a career. Having babies to her male superiors meant she wasn’t available, and couldn’t be counted on.
Instead of feelings of post-coital bliss, Louise sat half-naked on the edge of the hotel bed, her mind drifting to the last 2 years of her now floundering Navy career.
“Louise?”
The young man’s voice snatched her from the pool of self-pity she had been wallowed in. A smile played across her lips as she splashed down into the beauty of her new reality.
“Hey, you,” she said, her eyes running up and down her playmate. Just the sight of him standing there made the juices return to her loins. 6’1”, chocolate brown, built like a linebacker, and his manhood stood straight out - all ten inches in full salute.
She needed someone, so she had found someone. A college junior, and on the football team, no less. They had played two sessions, and his rock-hard member seemed to be aiming for a third round. She had hoped she had it in her.
This was the most fun she’d had in her 35 years. 15 years difference was a lot, but she hadn’t planned on keeping him, only playing with him for a little bit.
“You were amazing, you know that?” he said as he sat down next to her, cupped her breast and kissed her neck.”
Almost as amazing as you. My God, what you do with your fingers...your tongue...and that...ooh. I don’t remember guys in college knowing any of that? Where did you learn it?” she asked in jest. “No, I don’t want to know. I’m just going to enjoy the fringe benefits.”
“It doesn’t matter. I'm wasn't gonna tell you anyway. Do you have another in you?” he said?
"Only if you can let me ride this time,” she giggled.
The young man kissed her neck, and as she threw her head back she saw a red light on the dresser, and froze.”
“That light? What, what is…what is that?" she screamed.
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it," he said, still trying to kiss her neck, but she pushed herself free of his grip.
Louise sat up, and her eyes and mind came to witness the reality she had feared when she saw the red light - a camera.
"What are you...," she stammered. "What are you doing?"
The young man stood, naked as the day he was born and said nonchalantly, "Oh that. It's a project."
Her eyes were wide with horror.
The young man walked over to the camera, picked it up and turned it off. "I think I have enough."
Young man took a picture of the woman as she sat naked on the bed, feebly trying to cover herself with her hands but couldn't. She stuttered, "You just...you just."
“Oh, by junior. I'm a junior in high school. I’m only 16, and Admiral Shultzmiller sends his regards. He's going to like this video.”
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Thanks for reading. This isn't real. I entered a writing contest and the theme was, He's Way Too Young For Me. I thought of this scenario with all of the #MeToo sexual assault people coming forward. What happens to those who witness sexual assault or improper fondling?
