Volunteer of the month - chapters 1 to 6 - Sex Stories

Volunteer of the month - chapters 1 to 6

... still early, and the shelter was not open for the day, yet. But the Director’s car was in his parking spot. I knew I had to speak with him about the security system to find out if the camera was working or not. I did not know what kind of story I could tell him to find out if they were operational, but I would have to think of something.

John was the Director. He loves all the volunteers, like me, and we were very chummy. I walked into his office, as I often did, and struck up a conversation. John is a tall man who is very fit. He has gleaming blue eyes and a broad smile that just melts the hearts of some of our younger volunteer ladies. I was more immune to his handsomeness, but not by much. I asked John if the security system was working. I had been near the kennel last night and saw an intruder. I wondered if we had a record of it that I could look at. I presumed John would tell me to go into the office that housed the security system, and I could look at it alone. But no. John said, “Let’s go look at the footage.” My heart sank. I suddenly said, “wait. I know who I saw. It was Karen. I remember she said she would stay late to finish cleaning out the kennel. We don’t need to check the security footage”. “OK,” said John, with a puzzled look on his face. “Whatever you think”. I felt immense relief. I knew that a typical security system would record over the same recording tape after just a few days. I knew that if no one looked at the tape the images would be erased ...

... soon. I walked out to the car and told Frank the good news. He was as relieved as I was.

The rest of that day was uneventful. Frank and I, having re-ignited our sex life, spent Friday night fucking each other’s brains out. It was wonderfully exhausting. It was mid-afternoon on Saturday when everything changed. I got a call, and it was John, the Animal Shelter Director, on the line. He did not sound like himself. He stammered and hesitated, then finally got to the point. He needed me to come to the Shelter. He said, “come after closing time, there is something we must discuss in private.” My heart sank. He must have seen the security tape. Oh, my gawd.

I did not tell Frank anything. I mentioned I was meeting my sister at the mall, which was my excuse to leave. I changed into a short, thin summer dress, and did not bother with a bra. In the back of my mind, I thought if I could distract John, it might help me get out of this situation.

All the cars were gone for the day at the shelter, except John’s, of course. I walked through the front door and hesitated before heading towards John’s office. The door was closed. I knocked timidly. John’s voice, from inside said “Emily?” “Yes”, I squeaked. “Lock the front door and come back here to my office”. Oh shit, that does not seem good.

John was sitting behind his desk. He had an opened bottle of bourbon on his desk with two glasses. One was glass was half full, which his large hand was holding. He silently poured me a drink. I ...