Foreign Correspodent.

[cgraven]

Foreign Correspondent.

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Jonas Pincheon had his doubts about the young copy girl he had hired a month ago. She had represented herself as a graduate of Smith College with a degree in literature and journalism. Oh he had hired her on a lark and just to put the growing suffragette and progressive movement on their ear. Just the thought of the conservative Springfield Herald being the first major newspaper to employ a woman in any capacity, and especially one who was a graduate of that eeliest feminine institution Smith College would take the wind out of their sails and put them in the distasteful position of having to parasite his progressiveness, and now to learn she was a fraud. Well he would soon put her in her place.

“Mr. Fish!”

Pinchoen’s voice boomed across the boisterous chatter of the news room as he called for his personal assistant. The young man, in his mid twenties, came running on the double. He had learned long sense that it did not pay to keep The Boss waiting, not if you valued your job.

“Fish tell Miss Carlton I want to see her in my Office on the third floor in ten minutes. Tell her if she takes eleven minutes that she well be seeking employment somewhere else, for she want be working for the Springfield Herald.”

Michael Fish turned on his heel and headed out on the run for the news room hollering at the top of his lungs,

“Miss Carlton, Miss Carlton…”

Five minutes of the hapless girl’s ten minutes had already slipped away when Fish finally located her in the papers achieves.

“The Boss……(ha…ha)… wants to see…..(ha….ha)…. you in the citadel……(ha….ha..) in ….”


Fish consulted his pocket watch,

”….in five minutes Miss Carlton.”

Michael Fish was bent over at the waist his hands on his knees as he fought to catch his breath.

The Boss is really on the war Talia never saw him so mad.”

Everyone who worked for the Springfield Herald knew that to be summoned to the citadel by the Boss bode ill for the recipient of the summons.

Jonas Pincheon pocket watch was open and in the palm of his hand as he watched the minutes tick by. The second hand had just marked minute nine’s passing when he heard the soft knock on his door

“Enter Miss Carlton”

There was no emotion in his deep dark voice. He held the young girl in the unblinking gaze of his cold hazel eyes.

“Smith College……Literature……..and ………Journalism”

Each word was slowly spoken, and clearly enunciated. Each word spoken as an accusation rather than a matter of fact.

“Can you give me one reason why I should not fire you on the spot Miss Carlton, for up to this point you have shown yourself to be a liar and a fraud!”


Jonas Pincheon had left Talia standing before the massive mahogany desk, everything about the office was designed to make the hapless victim feel small insignificant and there was never a chair for the condemned to sit in. Before Talia could answer Mr. Fish burst into the room. The fear in the young man’s eyes for having violated the citadel without being called for was obvious in his shifting eyes and the nervous tremor in his voice as he spoke.

“Mr. Douglas is missing Sir the, news just came in over the ticker tape.”

“Damn!”

Pincheon ran his fingers through his ginger hair, the little auburn haired girl forgotten for the moment. Jack Douglas was the Herald’s Foreign Correspondent that was covering the Russo Japanese War in far off China.

“Fish call Bowles Field and have them prepare my airship. Now get the hell out of here!”

Then Jonas once more turned his undivided attention to the little blue eyed waif in the frumpy dark grey.

“And you Miss Carlton what do you have to say for yourself?”

Jonas Pincheon wondered what else, beside her factious past, the blue eyed girl with the angelic face might be hiding under that drab ill fitting dress she wore.

“Well!”

he barked at her.

 

[Vailyn]

Talia nudged her glasses up her nose and forced herself to stop wringing her hands as her heart thumped loudly in her ears. She hid her hands behind her back and clasped her hands tightly to stop their trembling. A light sheen of sweat gleaned on her face from running willy nilly to the office. A damning blush spread across her cheeks and down. Her first attempt to speak ended up being an odd squeal. She swallowed the lump of fear in her throat and tried again.

"Mr. Pincheon, I never said I was a graduate of Smith College. I only said that I attended the college and studied Literature and Journalism."

Talia's short fingernails dug into her skin as she braved Jonas' anger. Taking in a quick breath, girding up her courage, she babbled to the Boss, "I never lied about the College on my application or said anything untrue during the interview. I really love the Herald and it's my dream to work here. I need to work to help my family and I really want to be able to follow my dreams! Please, Mr. Pincheon, don't fire me! I'm learning something new everyday and I shall work hard to do my job! I'll work really hard! Learn everything! It's my dream to be a reporter like my father. Please, Mr. Pincheon! Please, let me stay!"

Before she knew it, Talia found herself holding the edge of the desk with her hands and leaning across it to make her passionate plea in the Boss' face. She didn't even realize that she burst across the office or waved her hands in a very animated fashion before her forward dash was stalled by the desk.

In the silence following her hyper babble, a gangling fear grew in her and stiffened all of her muscles into stone. Her terrified blue eyes stared unblinking into the Boss' fierce hazel eyes. Who knows how long the moment would have lasted if her large framed glasses hadn't dropped down her nose.

 

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Ah the sweet smell of fear. It filled Jonas Pinchoen’s nostrils as the little blue eyed waif with the angelic face fidgeted with her dainty hands clasped behind her back. It was that simple act to hid her trembling hands that gave Jonas Pincheon the first hint that this young auburn haired girl might be more than she first appeared as her firm young breast were thrust up and out to straining against the bodice of her lack luster dress. He loved the panic he saw in those stunning blue eyes, the little squeak in her voice as she tried to answer his accusations. When Talia did find her voice, the words came out in a flooding rush.

"Mr. Pincheon, I never said I was a graduate of Smith College. I only said that I attended the college……… I really love the Herald and it's my dream to work here. I need to work to help my family and I really want to be able to follow my dreams! Please, Mr. Pincheon, don't fire me!

They bubbled over her moist ripe lips like a rushing babbling brook. Pincheon watched as Talia fought for her dream with the only weapons she had, her words and her passion to follow her dream.

I'm learning something new everyday and I shall work hard to do my job! I'll work really hard! Learn everything! It's my dream to be a reporter like my father. Please, Mr. Pincheon! Please, let me stay!"

Jonas Pincheon watched how the girl’s passion drew her across the room till her hands, no longer behind her back, were braced on the edge of his desk. He noticed that her glasses had slipped down her nose and that she was actually looking over them and not through them.

“Take off those glasses Miss Carlton! We both know you do not need them and stand up straight young lady.”

The note of steel in his voice left no doubt that this was not a request but an order he expected her to obey. Jonas remained silent as the tomb, his eyes hard, cold, unblinking, and emotionless until Talia Rose Carlton complied with her instruction.

“So you want to be a reporter Miss Carlton. Well I have only one opening and that is for a Foreign Correspondent to cover the Russo Japanese war, and you my girl don’t have the experience.”

It was a flat statement of fact that even Talia could not deny.

“ I have no one to send so I am going myself.”

Pincheon paused his eyes slowly taking in Talia from the tip of her little button nose to the tips of the toes of her button up shoes. He made no attempt to hide his salacious gaze or his inspection of her supple young body, as if he was trying to imagine what the young girl would look like under her frumpy dress.

“I’ll need someone to write copy for me and to run down leads Miss Carlton”

Again he paused as he let those cold hazel eyes caress every inch of her young body as if he were stripping her with his eyes.

“ Remove your dress Miss Carlton…………that is if you want to keep your job and have your chance to be a reporter for the Herald.”

Jonas Pincheon had not pulled his punches he had told the young girl it was her honor and virtue or her job and her dream the choice was now hers.

 

[Vailyn]

“Take off those glasses Miss Carlton! We both know you do not need them and stand up straight young lady.”

Talia's eyes widened in surprise and she blinked like a startled owl before the words registered. She was so focused on her plea, she didn't understand why Mr. Pincheon was talking about her glasses. She only wore the tacky, thick frames to give her an older appearance. The less people noticed how young and inexperienced she was, the better.

Talia was so close to the Boss that she absently noted that his hazel eyes are not a stormy grey but a mix of light brown and blue tangles mixed with glints of gold. They're rather beautiful. She jerked back from the desk in confusion as she realized she spent a little too long staring at her boss and not enough time in following his order. Talia removed her glasses, shoved them into her pocket and stood up straight. She even straightened her neck and lifted her chin to make herself seem a bit taller than her petite height of 5'2".

“So you want to be a reporter Miss Carlton. Well I have only one opening and that is for a Foreign Correspondent to cover the Russo Japanese war, and you my girl don’t have the experience. I have no one to send so I am going myself.” his dark voice stated baldly.

Talia's thought furiously to find every reason to possible for Mr. Pincheon to keep her at the Herald and why she would be a valuable component. A torrent of words were ready to burst from her and she even tried to start stating her case when Mr. Pincheon's latest comment drew her attention.

“I’ll need someone to write copy for me and to run down leads Miss Carlton.” Jonas Pincheon said.

Talia's heart exploded in joy and she beamed her delight at Mr. Pincheon. He wasn't the horrible fire breathing dragon of an employer after all! Why he's an absolute--

The Boss' coldly demanded, “Remove your dress Miss Carlton…………that is if you want to keep your job and have your chance to be a reporter for the Herald.”

The happy glow dwindled from Talia's blue eyes as apprehension and denial took its place. Her smile forgotten as she unconsciously bit her lower lip. Stubborn pride struck hard against the fear that flooded her veins, and her hands clenched in muted anger and disgust.

"I fail to see how that has anything to do with being a reporter, Mr. Pincheon." Talia replied with banked heat.

Jonas Pincheon leaned back in his chair. Sardonic humor lifted his lips in a predatory smile. "Do you want to keep your job at the Herald?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you mean it when you said you would do anything to make your dream come true?"

Talia answered with a jerky nod.

"Let me make myself clear, Ms. Carlton. I do not like to repeat myself. First, you gained employment at the Herald by omitting vital facts regarding your experience and status. Then you failed to report the true state of the matter during your time here. I confront you with the truth and you beg me to keep you on." He raked his eyes over Talia's small figure from head to toe and back up to pierce her with a thunderous gaze.

"Does your honor and virtue mean more to you than your dream? Did you really mean it when you said you would work hard to keep your job?"

Talia's hands crushed the faded blue-grey cotton skirt in her hands as her mind whirled with anger, denial, fury and fear. Mother. Little Danny. I need this job. I can't let them down. I can't. She closed her eyes for a moment to draw strength and met Mr. Pincheon's gaze with darkened blue orbs.

Her fingers shook as she jerked the bow knots loose from her wrists and the sleeves billowed open to cover her hands. The tremors steadied a bit as she stiffly unbuttoned the dress. A long line of small coral buttons ranged from the fitted collar and down past the waist of the skirt. The bulky cotton material began to part and sagged from its weight as each button was undone. Talia's creamy white skin unveiled before Jonas' blunt observation. Tempting mounds of her chest swelled teasingly above an ivory whalebone corset and it became apparent that the girl's form was much smaller than the fussy dress had shown. Talia blinked her eyes rapidly to keep her tears at bay. With a simple shrug of her slender shoulders, the dress top fell away to rest against the skirt. Reaching behind to fiddle with a hidden sash, her breasts pushed up a little higher against the corset's binding and drew eyes to her shadowed cleavage. A simple twist and pull loosened the sash and the dress fell down in a rumpled mound of faded cotton.

Jonas followed the fall of the dress and slowly looked back up along Talia's slender form. Simple black boots laced up her calves, black tights disappear beneath simple white bloomers with ruffled lace, up over curvy hips, a hint of bare skin and a tiny cinched waist bound by a worn ivory corset. His warming gaze lingered over the top of the corset before flowing up to trace the hollow between Talia's sharp collar bones, past her thinned lush lips and stopped at the angry, tear filled blue eyes.

"Mr. Pincheon, I may not hold onto my honor or virtue but I will stay true to my word. You may wound me with your demands but I will not beg. I ask for a chance to prove myself and I will." she said with quiet dignity.

 

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Oh how he loved the bright flash of ecstasy that danced in the little auburn haired beauty’s eyes as she saw the possibility of her long cherished dream about to come true. Yet it was the way that joy slowly faded from her stunning blue eyes as he told her to remove her dress, as he made the cost of obtaining her dream all to real that pleased him most. Jonas Pincheon studied the young girl as the smile faded from her moist ripe lips, the look of apprehension that cast a dark shadow in the depth of her strikingly expressive blue eyes even as she worried her full lower lip. Jonas could not help but notice how much Talia looked like a lost little schoolgirl. Then a dark azure fire flared in those stunning blue eyes,

"I fail to see how that has anything to do with being a reporter, Mr. Pincheon."

How adorable and oh how desirable this young waif looked with her eyes flashing with indignation at his scandalous demand of her. But did the girl have the head, and will to go with her fiery spirit? There was nothing to do but put her to the test.

"Do you want to keep your job at the Herald?"

”Yes”

Came her simple answer and the salacious smile that bowed his lips broadened as he push hard at the boundaries of morality that were demanded of a young woman like Talia. He loved the way that this spirited young girl tried so desperately to avoid her fate as they verbally fenced and he slowly backed Talia into a corner that she could not escape from, where she must chooses between scarifying her dream or submitting to The Boss’s outrageous demand.

When Talia’s eyelids slowly fluttered and closed as she took a deep breath to steady her resolve. Jonas knew he had won. He watched as her delicate fingers began to loose the little coral buttons at fitted collar of her shabby little
blue –gray dress. Like a butterfly emerging from its drab cocoon Jonas Pincheon watched as the nondescript little copy girl was shed and a gorgeous young beauty took her place standing before him in nothing more that her corset, bloomers, shoes and stockings. He could see the mixture of fear, shame, and anger flash in the depth of Talia expressive blue eyes. He saw that azure fire flare as the girl declared.

"Mr. Pincheon, I may not hold onto my honor or virtue but I will stay true to my word. You may wound me with your demands but I will not beg. I ask for a chance to prove myself and I will."

Even though unshed tears shimmered in the depth of her deep blue eyes Talia’s voice held a quite dignity.

“ I am glade that we understand each other Miss Carlton.”

Where her voice had struggled to maintain that quite dignity, Pincheon’s was flat dark emotionless. Once more he let his eyes boldly caress every inch of Talia’s supple young body as he toyed with his penknife he had taken from his desk. Slowly he stood and came around that massive desk to stand before the headstrong young Miss. Then slowly he slip the tip of the penknife’s blade beneath the lace of her corset. His cold hazel eyes captured her fiery blue eyes and in a silence that was darkly eloquent he warned her not to resist less she loose all that she had scarified so much for. A slight tug and the lace of the young beauty’s corset parted at the lowest eyelet. One by one, at each eyelet the lace parted until at last, her lace undone, the now useless garment fell from the girl’s lithe young body.

“You may remove the rest of your garments Miss Carlton.”

Jonas loved the way the young girl’s eyes flew open as wide as saucers at his latest demand of her. He placed a single finger upon her moist ripe lips to still her protest. There was no need to threaten her with what would happen if she did not submit to his outrageous demands, both knew, each had made their position quite clear.

“Besides they do nothing to flatter your womanly charms Miss Carlton.”

Oh he would sample those charms before the girl left the citadel this day. But he would not push to hard, demand too much all at once, but rather he would push the young beauty’s boundaries a little at a time, just one more little submission for her to obtain her long cherished dream. He was strangely amused and surprised that he was becoming aroused at the thought of her unveiling. The thoughts of finally seeing what Talia had so desperately tried to hide under her shabby attire a most alluring prospect.

"Tell me Miss Carlton have you ever been with a man?"

 

[Vailyn]

The initial shock and instinctive fear that wrenched her gut gave way to a rising red flush of humiliation and despair as Mr. Pincheon steadily cut apart Talia's corset lacing with his penknife. Her jaw clenched to hold onto the slimmest thread of control. Her eyes blinked rapidly to wall the tears that refused to dry. Her breathing quickened erratically as her heated flesh was bared to the chill air and freed from the corset's sturdy embrace and protection. No matter how she searched Jonas Pincheon's eyes, Talia failed to find compassion or any give in his damning command.

The worn ivory corset fell away in defeat. A simple upward slice of the penknife had cut open the last eyelet. Talia's unbound breasts settled pertly round, rosy nipples tightened as the cool air raised a smattering of goosebumps, and her body reclaimed its natural lines. Faint red welts from the whalebone corset marked the creamy skin.

She froze in mid breath. The gesture partially inflated her lungs, lifting the firm round globes of her bosom and slightly arched her back. Stark blue eyes flared wider, the flush of shame turned crimson in growing distress, slender arms crossed instinctively, and Talia's small hands failed to fully cover her naked chest.

“You may remove the rest of your garments Miss Carlton.”

Something broke in Talia.

She lost the battle with her tears. They fell from the corners of her eyes one by one as bent down to unlace her leather boots. She remembered when she got them two years ago. She had been exploring downtown with her best friends, Anthony and Sarah. The three of them were always together. Sarah had dared Talia to try on a pair of men's boots. They fit surprisingly well and her friends declared that it was fate and she must start a new fashion. The happy memories lightened her heavy heart.

I can do this. I can! I must remember that others count on me. I need this job. Mother and Danny are counting on me. It's only clothes. It's only clothes.

With renewed determination and focusing on the reasons why the job was important to her, Talia wiped away her tears, composed herself and quickly shed the remaining bits of her clothing. She shivered as the cold cloaked her naked skin. She stood with her arms tucked protectively over her chest, her hands failing to cover much of her full breasts, and a patch of bright auburn hair curled between tightly pressed legs.

A chance to see the world! Mr. Pincheon's planning to take up Mr. Douglas' assignment. I can witness events first hand. I can learn so much! I can do this. He's punishing me for lying. It's only a punishment. A lesson. A damn lesson!

Jonas Pincheon's demand clamored for her attention: "Tell me Miss Carlton have you ever been with a man?"

"No, sir."

Righteous fury burned red and hot on Talia's cheeks. Her blue eyes blazed with renewed life. She lifted her chin in a challenging manner. Her eyes raked over Jonas' body with utter contempt and haughty pride as she declared, "While I pride myself as a modern woman and eagerly seek to learn knowledge in areas normally reserved for men alone, I am a lady. I am no cheap harlot. I value my body, heart and mind. I may be somewhat old fashioned but I believe in saving myself for love. To give myself to the man that will hold my heart and become my husband."

Strengthened by youthful affirmation of self, Talia bridged the gap between them with one confident step and glared proudly into Jonas Pincheon's eyes.

"I want to work with you. I'm willing to prove myself. I'll take your punishment but I will not make myself less than I am. I'll be true to my word as a lady."

 

[cgraven]

Under the watchful and demanding gaze of her Boss, with tears staining her flawless cheeks and with trembling fingers Talia slowly removed the rest of her pitiful little garments until her bloomers lay pooled around her trim little ankles with the rest of her shabby attire. Jonas smiled to himself as the young auburn haired beauty stood there, naked as the day she was born, her dainty little hands cupping her firm young breasts, and her long sculptured legs lightly closed as she desperately tried to maintain some vestige of modesty. He had been correct this saucy little waif had been hiding a gorgeous supple young body beneath her ill fitting dress, a very young supple body indeed. The furious blush that turned Talia’s cheeks from crimson to deep scarlet at his outrageous question had given him his answer even before she answered,

"No, sir."

Then Talia’s fiery spirit flared once more in righteous indignation. God how he loved that passionate azure fire in those stunningly beautiful eyes of hers, the way her back straightened as she through back her shoulders, and her firm young breast were thrust out and up as if in offering to him.

While I pride myself as a modern woman and eagerly seek to learn knowledge in areas normally reserved for men alone, I am a lady. I am no cheap harlot. I value my body, heart and mind. I may be somewhat old fashioned but I believe in saving myself for love. To give myself to the man that will hold my heart and become my husband."

So she was saving herself for her future husband now very noble, and how very futile Jonas mused as he savored the girl’s naked perfection.

"I want to work with you. I'm willing to prove myself. I'll take your punishment but I will not make myself less than I am. I'll be true to my word as a lady."

He wondered if this fiery Miss had any idea of what she was really heading into, what may be demanded of her or taken from her at their destination. Jonas Pincheon mussed on just how far this head strong little beauty would go to achieve her dream.

The soft, sweet, caress of Talia’s breath roused Jonas from his musings she had closed the distance between them until her lips were just a breath away from his. With out warning the fingers of his right hand curled into Talia’s auburn tresses as he pulled her mouth to his. Pincheon’s left arm snaked around her trim little waist and the young beauty found her naked body pressed hard against her Boss’s hard lean body. As his mouth ravished hers in a darkly sensual kiss, he easily fended off her futile little struggles.
Then as quick as his assault had taken her, Talia found herself standing alone , naked and panting.

“Do you think where we are going that men will simply try and kiss you Miss Carlton?”

There was a deadly seriousness to her Boss’s voice now.

“What if they demanded that you please them sexually to give you the scoop of the year Miss Carlton? What would you do then?”

There was a frightening intensity in Jonas Pincheon unblinking gaze.

“ What would you do to get the story Miss Carlton or rather my dear what would you not do to get it?”

 

[Vailyn]

The back of her hand covered reddened lips, her body shuddered to take in air and scrambled for control. Long, wavy locks of dark auburn hair were pulled free during Talia's struggle against Jonas Pincheon's unrelenting embrace. The full tresses reached just past her round bottom and a curling lock lay over her left breast.

The chaotic roar of her mind and emotions fighting inside drowned out Mr. Pincheon's voice. None of it registered. All attempt for logic, sense and reason left as Talia's anger burst forth! She stomped on her Boss' foot before punching him as hard as she could. An enraged growling scream of words battled with her pummeling fists.

"I am a LADY! A LADY! You can't just kiss me! You can't steal my first kiss! I AM A LADY"

 

[cgraven]

Talia’s little fist pounded against his chest, her taunt pale pink rosebud nipples had been chafed to twin diamond hard pebbled point crowning now puffy dusky pink areolas. Jonas struggled not to burst out in sarcastic laughter as Talia stomped on his foot in a peak of pious self righteous anger and swung at him with all the might of her tiny frame. The girl’s eyes were blazing with azure fire as she fumed.

"I am a LADY! A LADY! You can't just kiss me! You can't steal my first kiss! I AM A LADY"

“My mistake Miss Carlton I thought you wanted to be a Correspondent for the Springfield Herald.”

Pincheon’s voice was dripping with sarcasm as he taunted the flustered and outraged young beauty.

“We are heading to a war zone Miss Carlton where pillage, plunder, and rape reign under the scepter of tyranny and death. If you can not satisfy the lust of the predators we shall encounter with your mouth then they will take you, rape you and simply take your virginity Miss Carlton.”

Jonas’s voice soften just slightly at the last. Perhaps now this headstrong waif would finally realize the danger she was placing herself in, in pursuit of her dream.

“If you are still hell bent on perusing your dream Miss Carlton then I suggest you come here and please me with that saucy little mouth of yours.”

Once again he could see the flare of pious indignation flare in those stunning blue eyes.

“You do know how to please a man with your mouth Miss Carlton?”

could this spirited young wench be that innocent, that naïve that she had no idea on how to pleasure a man.

 

[Vailyn]

Please a man? PLEASE a man!?! I'll show you pleasing!

Talia blew a lock of hair out of the way. She gave a sharp growl of frustration and thwarted anger as she crashed her body into the Boss. She pulled herself up his body by pressing down on his broad shoulders and wrapped her hands around his neck to draw his face down. Her opened mouth landed on Jonas', swallowed his lower lip into her mouth and drew hard before letting it go with a wet smack. She pulled back just enough to angle her head and plastered her mouth more fully on Mr. Pincheon's.

Only a few seconds passed before she thrust herself away from him and pointed a finger into chest. "I can take care of myself! I can! I can learn anything! I just learned how to kiss from you and it only happened once!

"(poke)You (poke) can't (poke) scare (poke) ME!" she declared passionately.

 

[cgraven]

Please a man? PLEASE a man!?! I'll show you pleasing!

With an innocent intensity spurred on by her headstrong pride Jonas Pincheon suddenly found Talia’s naked body pressed to his as she stood on her tip toes and pressed and open mouth kiss to his mouth. Talia swallowed Jonas’s lower lip into her mouth and drew hard before letting it go with a wet smack. She pulled back a quizzical look shimmering in the depth of her fiery blue eyes, just enough to angle her head and plastered her mouth more fully on Mr. Pincheon's. Though Talia’s open moth kiss was crushed to his lips her shy little tongue stayed firmly in her sweet mouth. Then just as suddenly as her bold kissed began the auburn haired beauty pulled back.

"I can take care of myself! I can! I can learn anything! I just learned how to kiss from you and it only happened once!

Oh how delightfully naïve and refreshing Jonas found her. He was impressed by her moxy even as she stabbed her finger into his chest and announced in no uncertain terms.

"(poke)You (poke) can't (poke) scare (poke) ME!"

Talia declared passionately but was soon silenced as Pincheon lips crushed to hers. It was a kiss that lingered and depended his tongue sliding across Talia’s moist ripe lower lip, past the even ridge of her teeth and into the sweet moist cavern of her mouth. Pincheon let that lustful kiss deepen until they shared but a single life giving breath where time stood still, till there was no past, no future, just here and now and that soul searing kiss. Then slowly Jonas lips parted from Talia’s leaving her gasping for breath.

“Now that is how one kisses Miss Carlton! But that is not the only way to please a man with your mouth.”

He paused for a moment just long enough for his words to register with his headstrong young protégé.

“If your going to come with me Miss Carlton then at a minimum you need to learn the lesson I am about to teach you my dear. If you learn it well it just might save your virginity for your future husband.”

Again her boss’s voice had taken on that authoritarian edge that booked no argument just the simple requirement to obey or to leave.

 

[Vailyn]

Talia's senses reeled as Jonas put her awkward kisses to shame with one long masterful string of kisses that lured her to explore his mouth with her lips and tongue. She's never knew that two people could share breath. Her heart has never pounded so hard in her veins. A strange languid heat throbbed at the pebbled points of her breasts and grew stronger between her legs.

She found herself herself almost lounging against her Boss' strong frame. One hand clung to his lapel as the other hand's fingers tangled in his hair. Her tongue laved her lower lip before she bit it thoughtfully. Licking her lips, she asked, "Teach me, Mr. Pincheon. Teach me what I need to know."

Talia's bright blue eyes glowed with determination and a hint of desire.

 

[cgraven]

From the moment that this wild young beauty tongue had slipped shyly into his mouth Jonas Pincheon knew that she was his. Even as she clung to him her pebbled pale pink nipples digging into his chest through the material of his suit his nostrils were filled with the intoxicating musky fragrance of her growing arousal. The tip of Talia’s little pink tongue slid across his lips, her hips pressed to his she cooed so adorably,

"Teach me, Mr. Pincheon. Teach me what I need to know."

Talia's bright blue eyes glowed with her innocent determination and just a hint of sinful desire as she gazed up into his dark hazel eyes. Those dark eyes were no longer cold as they gazed down into hers, the golden fire of his met the azure fire of hers. His lips once more pressed to Talia’s his kiss darkly passionate to enflame the fire that now smolder in her gorgeous young body. It was a fleeting kiss gone almost before the young beauty had a chance to respond to it. As their lips parted Jonas’s hands came to rest on Talia’s shoulders and as he slowly pressed down he softly commanded her to kneel. He loved the feel of her supple young body as it slid down his as she knelt before him in all her youthful naked glory.

“Miss Carlton I am going to take my penis from my trousers and teach you how to please a man with your mouth.”

As he spoke Jonas caressed Talia’s cheek with the back of his hands and for the first time smiled down into her eyes as if he was pleased with her.

One by one the buttons of his trousers’ fly parted until his penis uncurled like a snake freed from captivity to emerge semi erect and just a breath away from the young girl’s full moist ripe lips.

“Press a little kiss to the tip Miss Carlton.”

He waited patiently his hands resting on the kneeling girl’s shoulders until she submitted to his order.

“Are you ready for your lesson Miss Carlton?”

What a nervous little thing she was as she nodded her consent. Then in that darkly rich authoritarian voice of his Jonas Pincheon began to instruct his little protégé in the finer points of oral phillacio. Pincheon proved to be a patient instructor. Praising Talia at her every little success, and mildly chastising and correcting her for her little failures until she had master the basics, until it was time to instruct his adorably willing student in the finer arts of deep throating a man’s cock.

 

[Vailyn]

“Miss Carlton, I am going to take my penis from my trousers and teach you how to please a man with your mouth.”

Talia watched closely as Jonas unbuttoned his trousers with quiet efficiency. He doesn't mean for me to use my mouth there? I wonder what it looks like... a man's private parts. Is it really like a limp sausage roll? That's what Anthony said when we were children. Maybe I--

"Oh..." she sighed. Her brows furrowed a bit as the mysterious male organ came out to light. How in the world am I suppose to please that? It seems to have a mind of it's own! Her curiosity ran wild as fanciful thoughts rioted about. She smothered a giggle at her silly ideas when she realized Mr. Pincheon was telling her what to do.

“Press a little kiss to the tip, Miss Carlton.”

She glanced up to make sure she heard him correctly. She did. His strong hands nudged her shoulders towards him.

Talia pursed her lips and tried to land a kiss on the head of the active organ. After a few failed attempts, she caught it in her small hand and held it still to kiss. It felt warm and alive in her hand. Somehow silky and not. It seemed to have a pulse of it's own. Maybe it really does have a life of its own...

Jonas asked, “Are you ready for your lesson, Miss Carlton?”

Talia nodded.

"Very well, Miss Carlton. Let us begin. You're holding my penis in your hand. Below it is the scrotum. They're more commonly called cock and balls. Every manhood is different. Take a few minutes to explore my dick with your hands and mouth. Familiarize yourself with the way I feel and taste." he instructed as he pushed his trousers down past his hips and muscular thighs.

Talia cradled Jonas in her hands and watched intently as it grew larger with each tentative stroke. How astounding! Here was a mystery she didn't think she would be learning anytime soon. The acts between a man and woman. A shiver of delight at learning something forbidden scattered along her nerves. Urged by another firm nudge upon her shoulder, Talia laved the head with light flicks of her tongue. She felt the pulse in her hands grow stronger and it seemed as if Jonas' stomach muscles tightened noticeably. Taken with her exploration, she made sure to lick and nibble on every curve, dip, ledge and long cords. Her hands and his cock became slick from her attentions. Jonas would murmur directions and advice as she thoroughly explored his male anatomy.

"You're doing well, Miss Carlton. You should take the head into your mouth and suckle upon it. Be careful to not use your teeth."

Talia drew back a bit to really look at what she was stroking with her hands. Her fingers barely closed around the girth and it was longer than both of her hands lined up together. The fleshy skin around the crown dragged a bit as she twisted her hands and stroked downwards. Jonas groaned and tried to breath deeply to stay in control of his arousal.

"I'm sorry! Should I stop?"

"No! No! Keep going. It's alright. You're learning quickly. Come, put my cock in your mouth and suck."

"Are you sure? I don't think it'll fit, sir." she replied.

"Follow instructions, Miss Carlton. You can do it."

"If you say so, sir..." Talia sucked on the tip and flicked her tongue against the slit. A salty taste filled her mouth as she ran her tongue along the head and tugged the fleshy rim. It seemed to throb faster in her hands and grow much harder. When she tongued and sucked below the crown, she felt it jerk in her hands and mouth.

Instinctively, she began to stroke the shaft faster with her hands and made a slight twisting motion that she figured out earlier. Jonas stifled a moan and his breathing grew harsher. Talia swallowed several inches and drew firmly with her lips as she pulled away. Falling into rhythm with the rapid pulse in her hands, she was caught up in her lesson and marveled at the way she could make Mr. Pincheon respond to her touch.

So many new sensations! She could hear the Boss' groans and labored breathing. Smelled a sharp dusky scent that was a mix of man and sex. A tangy, somewhat salty substance crossed her taste buds. Felt a demanding passion of the hard organ pulsing in her hands. The racing pulse grew faster and the whole of it grew rigid before exploding in Talia's mouth.

She gasped and Jonas plopped out of her mouth. A second spurt landed on Talia's chest as her hands continued the twisting strokes on his shaft. She watched in startled bewilderment as several bursts of fluid erupted in quick succession. Laughter bubbled free and her rich voice warmed the office. Sprawled wantonly naked at her Boss' feet, Talia's lips lift in a sassy smile as she asked, "Does this mean I get an A, sir?"

 

[cgraven]

There was a naive innocent and eagerness in the auburn haired little beauty's determination to prove that she could and would please him. Jonas saw that azure fire burning in the clear blue depth of Talia's eyes. yet this time it was not in anger but in her determination to prove she would do what ever it took to prove she was up the the challenges of accompanying him to the war zone and the front.Then with a determined nod of her fiery auburn head Talia gave her consent.

"Very well, Miss Carlton. Let us begin. You're holding my penis in your hand. Below it is the scrotum. They're more commonly called cock and balls. Every manhood is different. Take a few minutes to explore my dick with your hands and mouth. Familiarize yourself with the way I feel and taste."

All that headstrong spirit that had fought so tenaciously to protect her honor now seemed directed in a completely different direction as Talia now eagerly followed Jonas' direction. He found the sight of this gorgeous young creature kneeling before him in all her naked glory, the sight of her pretty little head bobbing up and down, and her sweet ripe moist lips obscenely "O"ed around the now glistening length of his shaft quite arousing. He found his fingers curllng tightly into Talia's silken tresses. His instructions to her were now coming in a dark husky passion choked voice and for the first time sense fate had throne them together Jonas Pincheon lost his tight control of the situation as his body gathered in on its self as the first gush of his lust filled her adorable suckling mouth. Tallia gasped and Jonas plopped out of her mouth. A second spurt landed on Talia's chest as her hands continued the twisting strokes on his shaft. The girl's eyes were as big as saucers as Ttalia watched in startled bewilderment as several bursts of fluid erupted in quick succession. Laughter bubbled free and her rich voice warmed the office. Sprawled wantonly naked at her Boss' feet, Talia's lips lift in a sassy smile as she asked,

"Does this mean I get an A, sir?

No Miss Carlton I think an A minus but you could with a little more effort win yourself an A plus Miss."

Jonas knelt down and whispered softly in the ear of the naked little beauty that lay prostrated at his feet know he explained the finer points of the art of deep throating a man and the lascivious pleasure that a man derives from seeing his living essence dripping from a young beauties face.

"So shall we try for an A plus Miss Carlton?"

He teased the giggling Miss.

 

[Vailyn]

"Yes, sir. I always try my best." said Talia, a touch of carefree humor lingering in her voice. She looked at the spent member resting on a heavy sack and framed by short dark hair. It looks so different from before. It seems rather harmless in comparison to the grown form. Apparently, the lesson had concluded before Mr. Pincheon could instruct her on the finer points of pleasuring a man with with her mouth. To be an outstanding student, she had to learn how to swallow a penis completely! He said the trick is to be calm, keep relaxed and take the whole far into her mouth and down her throat.

How is that possible? I can barely put a few inches of it in my mouth when it's fully grown. However will it fit in my mouth--my throat! Shouldn't only food go down one's throat??? I'm not sure how but I have to try. I must do well and become a successful reporter!

Talia tucked her riotous hair behind her ears, drew closer to the seemingly innocent member, and expelled a stream of hot air upon it. There was an immediate response. It twitched and swelled a bit. She grinned. She enjoyed planning and seeing the results of her hypothetical leaps. Taking one hand to lift Jonas into the warm cavity of her mouth to suckle upon, her other hand fondled and explored the heavy sack below. It weighed little, felt a bit chill and warmed to the touch and seemed to draw into itself as she played with the balls within. Soon, her Boss' manhood grew full and overwhelmed Talia's small hand and mouth.

"You must let yourself adjust and ease more of my cock into your mouth as you suck in the length. Slowly take it further into your mouth--remember to relax and swallow!--and let the head push into your throat. Make sure to breath with your nose. Yes... yes, Miss Carlton...just like that!" Jonas voice rasped with building hunger.

After countless strokes and suckling more of the burgeoning organ into her mouth. Talia realized its easier if she relaxed her jaw and throat. She closed her eyes to concentrate, focused on keeping calm as she played her tongue along the base of the member when she withdrew her lips firmly, loosening her grasp as she drew down and adjust to feeling the firm head pushing into her throat. Her throat muscles ached with an unfamiliar burn. A muscle spasm in her hip caused her whole body to twitch and she fell forward. Talia's gasp was stifled by the hard cock that rammed home in her throat. She felt the prickling of dark hairs around her lips, could feel the separate pulsing of Jonas on her tongue, felt the fleshy sack become hotter, and tried to vocalize her joy of taking it all. Her attempt caused minor vibrations to ripple down the hard member and Jonas' control unraveled.

He sank his fingers into her auburn locks and grasped her head with both hands. He took control and thrust himself in slow lunges into the young woman's throat. Talia's attempts to talk, moan in pain or gasp only sharpened his need as kept himself buried in her mouth. Her fingers helplessly grasped and pushed against his hard thighs as she tried to ease her Boss' hold. As the strength of his thrusts grew faster, her hands pressed against his thighs, her fingernails dug into his skin, her throat burned endlessly as he pounded into it, her lush lips plundered and bruised around the thick shaft.

Mr. Pincheon's grunts became a long growl as he slammed himself into Talia's mouth. His release flooded her mouth and drowned her. Her cries are gagged by his cock as she helplessly swallowed in a choking fit that shook her whole body. Jonas pulled out of Talia's mouth with reluctance.

Tear trails lined Talia's ravaged face, her body shuddering to refill her lungs with air, her eyes painfully wide in shock, evidence of her Boss' release leaked down her chin and her fingers dug into the carpet to keep her upright.

"Now, that definitely deserves an A+, Miss Carlton. Well done. You do seem to have a talent for learning quickly. Get dressed, Miss Carlton. If we are to make deadlines, we must get to the front lines as soon as possible. I have a lot to do before we leave the city." Jonas said as he returned to his desk and settled down to work.

Withdrawn and feeling somehow betrayed, Talia wipes her mouth and winced at the rough touch on tender lips. Her head felt heavy and oddly light as she put on her tights, bloomers and boots. She tried to put the worn ivory corset back on but it was impossible with the lacing ties cut. Dropping the corset, she pulled on the dress, buttoned it up mechanically, and tied the sash. She picked up scattered hairpins and quickly shoved her hair back into a coil.

I can do it. I can do whatever is necessary to take care of my family. I can do whatever I need to succeed. I can. I can. She repeated the mantra to herself over and over again. Used it to hold back her mind from screaming and tangled pain from dominating her heart.

She coughed for Mr. Pincheon's attention. "Sir, what do I need to do to be ready for travel?"

"Don't worry about the details, Miss Carlton. I'll take care of it. You should let your family know that you will be leaving in a few days. You're current style of dress won't do. Go to this address this address tomorrow and select a full wardrobe. You'll need the day to be fitted. I expect you back in my office the day after tomorrow. You're dismissed."

As she turned to leave, Jonas' dark voice stopped her. "Go clean yourself up in my washroom. What happens between us stays between us, Miss Carlton. You'd be wise to keep the arrangement private."

***

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Talia smiled at her Mother. "I am sure, Mother. You know I always wanted to be a reporter like Father. I have to take this promotion. I'm going to be learning from one of the most experienced reporters in the industry. I won't have another chance like this one. I have to take it." I have to take it. I have to be strong enough to stand on my own. I'll be strong. I'll be strong enough to take care of my family and make my dreams come true.

"If you're sure, dear. You know I'd rather you stay in town. We can figure out a way to make ends meet. I don't want you to be traveling with a man. It's not right!" her Mother protested.

"I'll be fine, Mother. It's not like I'm traveling alone. I'll be with Mr. Pincheon. He's my boss. I'm sure he will take care of me." I'm sure he'll take care of me. I'm sure he will tear apart all the naive things I took for granted. But I won't let him tear ME apart. I'll be strong! I will! Talia kissed her Mother on the cheek and hugged her. "I must go. I have an appointment to keep. I love you."

***
Madame Lillian's Clothier Shop

"Ah! Miss Carlton, I have been expecting you. Mr. Pincheon is one of our best customers. He left clear instructions for your wardrobe. I see he wasn't exaggerating when he described your current state of dress." Cool green eyes raked over Talia in a calculating manner. "Come now. Undress! I need to take your measurements and then you can make a selection of clothes and accessories from what I have on hand. Any alternations have to be completed by tomorrow and that leaves me no time for you to waste! Quickly now!"

The following hours were filled with endless fittings. Talia's initial shy response to the daring and suggestive new clothes have been turned into bubbling excitement as she developed a new look with Madame Lillian's exacting advice. Charmed by Talia's inquisitive mind and quick wit, Lillian enjoyed teaching her how to dress for various occasions. What clothes should be worn to work, meals, meetings, events and seduction.

Madame Lillian threw a wicked smile at Talia as she pointed out lingerie. "While men may hold most of the power in the world, it's also true that women have power over men. All men desire to control women and find release in our charms. As women, we can control that desire and use it for mutual fulfillment. A part of that skill lies in our attire."

By the end of the day, Talia's mind was bursting with new information and delighted to have made a new friend. Armed with a different kind of armor, she felt more ready to face the unknown. She hugged the Madame and declared, "I'm glad we met! Thank you so much, Madame Lillian. I love my new wardrobe and all the bits of wisdom you have shared with me."

Lillian laughed. She hugged Talia back and told her to come back anytime. Talia felt revived and returned home with several trunks filled to the brim with her wardrobe.

***

Talia eyed her reflection critically. A form fitting dark green velvet jacket with puffed shoulders and fitted sleeves covered a white lace chemise and rich brown bodice that molded to her torso. A hint of her full mounds and cleavage showed through the lace. A long dark green skirt flowed over her hips, well placed slashes in the skirt gave peeks to layered white lace underskirts and a wide black belt cinched her tiny waist. Rounding out the outfit, Talia pinned a delicate black lace hat on her head, pulled on white kid gloves and stepped into black ankle boots.

It's been a long time since Talia has been able to dress in new clothes that actually fit. She's grown used to not caring about fashion and not caring if she looked her best.

How odd to see herself like this. She felt energized, confident, proud and beautiful. She felt strong.

"I can do it. I can be strong enough to learn. I'll be strong. I can." With that promise to herself, Talia left home to meet the man that has torn apart her innocent understanding of the world and given her a glance at the darkness. The man who tempted her with a lure of fulfilling her dreams.

 

[cgraven]

Jonas Pincheon spent a restless night tossing and turning his dreams haunted by visions of Miss Talia Carlton moist ripe lips “O”ed around the shaft of his cock as her pretty little auburn head bobbed up and down along his shaft until her little button nose was press to the wiry ginger hair of his groin. He saw his fingers tightly curled in to her fiery silken tresses, her moist ripe lips bruised from the savagery of the way he had taken her and had used her sweet delicate mouth and tight little throat so cruelly. Yet those were not his only memories, her youthful naked perfection as she had knelt before him, the way she had set her cap to do what ever was necessary to follow her dream. He had done everything he could to dissuade the headstrong young Miss but each time he had thought he had succeeded Talia stunning blue eyes flared with that seductive azure fire of her determination to win through once more. Despite his better judgment in the end he had granted her, her heart’s desire. If things were different,…….no…….this was going to be hard enough without becoming emotional entangled with the fire Miss Carlton

***********



Mr. Michael Fish was setting in the outer office of Mr. Pincheon’s Office, the keeper of the gate one might say. The young man’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head giving the distinct appearance of a rather startled frog when he saw Talia in a form fitting dark green velvet jacket. Fish found it hard to tear his eyes away from the daring white lace chemise and rich brown bodice that molded to the sensual curves of her torso and the way it gave seductive hint of her firm full breasts and that sweet scented valley between them that shamelessly showed through the lace. This sudden and dramatic change in the young copy girl’s attire had left the young man speechless for the moment. When he finally did find it he announced in a squeaky little voice.


” Miss Carlton If you are looking for Mr. Pincheon I am afraid he is not her. He left two hours ago.”

Fish savored the chest fallen look that came over Talia, the look of betrayal in her strikingly expressive blue eyes.

“He expects you at Bowles Field no later than 10 o’clock Miss Carlton.”

Fish had no intention of telling the uppity copy girl that her Boss had sent a motorized steam carriage for her and as the office clock was striking 9 there was no way she could cover the distance by horse and carriage. Fish was feeling quite pleased with himself when his vindictive plan came to nothing as Sergeant Peter O’Halerin of the 1st Volunteer Cavalry U.S. Army (retired) strode into the Office.

“Miss Carlton? The Captain sent me to collect you.”

***********

The old sergeant swept Talia, her trunks, into the White steam car and slamming it into gear set out for Bowles Field, the vehicle bleach smoke and hissing steam at the break neck speed of 35 mph. The champion at the Springfield Commons Municipal Buildings was just striking 9:30 As they arrived at Bowles field and for the first time Talia saw the Sagamore, Mr. Jonas Pincheon personal Airship. It was nothing like the oblong sausages of Count Ferdinand Zeppelin with its cramp gondola and bleaching gasoline engines and explosive hydrogen. On the contrary the Sagamore had the sleek line of a naval Torpedo Boat Destroyer and that was not the only resemblance to a naval warship for the Sagamore bristled with 4.5inch quick acting naval guns.

“Miss Carlton Captain Pincheon will be on the bridge.”


The Sagamore presented a most odd and perplexing image of a naval Torpedo Boat Destroyer firmly aground on an airfield surrounded by conventional dirigibles. On her bows was emblazoned the number “1” in white paint on her light gray hull. Sergeant Peter O’Halerin of the 1st Volunteer Cavalry U.S. Army (retired) issued a set of orders in a booming voice and members of the Sagamore crew turned two to stow Talia’s trunks aboard the odd looking craft as O’Halerin escorted her to the bridge where Mr. Jonas Pincheon was dressed not in a Edwardian business suit but in the uniform of a Major of the 1st Volunteer Cavalry U.S. Army.


“Miss Carlton Captain Pincheon.”

“Major! First Sergeant O’Halerin.”

“Yes Major Pincheon! Captain darling.”

O’Halerin answered in a heavy Irish borough.

Jonas turned his attention to his young protégé.

“Welcome aboard the Sagamore Miss Carlton as you may have guessed our trip is a little more than just covering a war between two foreign powers in Asia.”

 

[Vailyn]

"Miss Carlton?"

Talia turned to see who called her name and saw a tall, distinguished older gentleman in a military uniform. His short dark brown hair was peppered with gray and his sharp green eyes seem to see everything around him at all times.

"The Captain sent me to collect you. I'm Sargent Peter O'Halerin. I'm here to escort you to the Sagamore."

"Hello, Sargent O'Halerin. Thank you for coming to get me. You have just saved me from a predicament." she said with a wry smile and telling glance at the pedant Mr. Fish. She followed O'Halerin to a white steam car. One of the newest models of the modern land vehicles.

The Sargent loaded the trunks onto the car and helped Talia to sit in the passenger seat. It's the first time Talia's ever ridden a steam car and she shared her excitement over the vehicle by asking O'Halerin insightful questions.

"Sargent O'Halerin,"

"Yes, Miss Carlton?" Peter asked, his usual bark rounded by amusement.

"Please, call me Talia. We're fast friends now aren't we? After everything you taught me about steam cars!" She grinned. She lowered her voice in exaggerated, conspiring tone. "I have a confession to make. This is my first time traveling--anywhere! I've never ridden a steam car or airship before. I've never left Springfield! Can you tell that I'm terribly excited to be on an adventure?"

Peter answered in mock seriousness, "No, Miss Carlton. I would have never known." Talia was rather certain that he was laughing at her but she wasn't sure what. She seemed to bounce in her seat as she eagerly watched the scenery pass by in a fast clip.

"Sargent O'Halerin,"

"Yes, Miss Carlton?"

"Will you teach me how to fire a gun? I think I need some practical knowledge on self defense. I learned archery as a child but I doubt that knowledge will come in very handy."

Several minutes of silence passed and Talia was about to give up hope when Peter gruffly said, "It's not a bad idea, Miss Carlton. I'll talk to the Captain and see what can be arranged."

Talia whooped in triumph and hugged the Sargent's arm before resuming her bouncy observation of the world. "Can you tell me about the Sagamore, Sargent?"

"We should arrive in about ten more minutes, Miss Carlton. The Sagamore is an experimental dirigible with a emphasis on offensive and defensive abilities. The metal used to build the body is an unusual blend that is stronger than unaltered metals and has the added benefit of being lighter which allows more usable space on the ship. The engine is unique and systems are suppose to run three times longer than current specs. Along with the main bridge, there's a kitchen galley, dining room, officer quarters, soldier bunks, storage bay, engineering and training gym." Peter pointed to a particular airship that stood out amongst the others. "We're almost there. I'm sure you'll be given a tour."

Soon, they arrived at the Sagamore and Talia looked around with wide blue eyes as she soaked in as much as she could of the dirigible. She followed the Sargent to the bridge and raised a slender eyebrow in response to the Boss' greeting:

“Welcome aboard the Sagamore, Miss Carlton, as you may have guessed our trip is a little more than just covering a war between two foreign powers in Asia.”

"Glad to be aboard, sir. If you don't mind, I would appreciate an update on journey and find out what my duties are on board ship. Then, may I have time to familiarize myself with the ship and find my quarters." said Talia in a clear, confident voice. She stood with elegant grace and youthful confidence. Despite her inexperience, Talia seem to shine with a quiet strength and calm intelligence that gave her the will to tackle anything.

 

[cgraven]

First Sergeant O’Halerin stood respectfully back as Jonas welcomed his young and apparently astonished young protégé to the Sagamore. The old veteran had been taken a back at first by Talia’s confession that she had never been outside of her small New England City. He remembered how adorable she looked as she had asked him so seriously to see if the Captain, no Major he corrected himself would teach her how to shoot. If nothing else this slip of a girl had spirit, if not a lick of common sense. Though Sergeant O’Halerin was impress with Talia’s spirit that was not the only thing about the her that impressed him. In fact even know as she and the Major exchanged pleasantries he could not help but notice once more how her scandalous form fitting attire accentuated her gorgeous young body as he fought aganst the most immoral and indecent thoughts that it gave rise to in his mind and what he would like to do to her.

“Welcome aboard the Sagamore, Miss Carlton, as you may have guessed our trip is a little more than just covering a war between two foreign powers in Asia.”

"Glad to be aboard, sir. If you don't mind, I would appreciate an update on journey and find out what my duties are on board ship. Then, may I have time to familiarize myself with the ship and find my quarters."

There was something about the naïve elegant grace and youthful confidence that made a man just want to sweep her into his arms and yet for all of Talia’s quiet strength and calm intelligence Major Jonas Pincheon knew that the young innocent was heading blindly into a situation where she might soon find she was in over her pretty little auburn head.

“Certainly Miss Carlton!”

Jonas turned to receive a report from a young Lieutenant who was more then a little surprised to see a woman aboard the Sagamore.

Sir we are ready to cast off just as soon as the young lady goes ashore.

“Lt. Cummings Miss Carlton will be accompanying us as a Correspondent of the Springfield Herald.”

“But Sir a woman, a mere slip of a girl on a wa……….”

Cummings seemed to catch himself before saying something that was rather hush, hush.

“…an Airship Sir. It is just not done, its bad luck and the crew will be none to please.”


“Return to your duties Mr. Cummings and we will have no more such talk…….DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR SIR!”

Jonas Pincheon dressed down the young lieutenant in the same cold efficient, detached manner as he had used with Talia when he had so desperately tried to dissuade her from following her dream in to Harms Way

“Miss Carlton would you care to watch as we get under way.”


Then Major Jonas Pincheon turned from his young protégé giving her a conspiratory wink as if to tweak the officious Mr. Cummings nose.

“Stand by to get under way…….. Mr. Cummings…..deploy lifting cylinders.”

Aye, Aye Sir.

There was a hiss of steam and the whirl of machinery as four metallic cylinders, two forward of amidships, either side of Sagamore’s center line, and two aft of her single funnel, rose from below her main deck.

“Charge lifting cylinders.”

There was a high pitch whistle as the lifting cylinders where filled with helium. Slowly Sagamore’s gangly appearance of a beached whale out of its element began to change as the hull slowly lifted from the ground.

“Cast off all mooring lines,…….. engines ahead 1/3,……..bow up 10 degrees,…….”

There was a hiss of steam, and the efficient whirl of steam driven machinery as Sagamore came to life as she responded to Jonas Pincheon commands

“Ahead 2/3rd Mr. Cummings set course 195 degrees true.”

A course of 195 degrees true was hardly the course that one would expect if the Sagamore was heading to Asia.”

“Are we going to see the Colonel Major Pincheon.”

“ Yes First Sergeant O’Halerin we are going to see the Colonel.”

The old Sergeant grinned like a Cheshire cat as he rubbed his hands together.

“Mr. Cummings you have the deck and the Con, standing orders are in the log book as are my night orders……….. Miss Carlton I believed you expressed a desire to see your cabin if you would follow me.”


Despite that conspiratory wink he had given Talia when putting Mr. Cummings in his place Jonas Pincheon maintained that aloof authoritarian manner that seemed to be so much an intricate part of his character. He led the his young protégé below deck and gave her a brief tour of Sagmore’s galley, wardroom where she would take her meals with the ship’s officers, and the soldier & sailors berthing area’s where the young beauty received more than one lustful glance. Talia’s cook’s tour even included the storage bay and engineering spaces where she was forced at times to crawl on her hands and knees and twist in some very un-lady-like positions. Talia’s tour was coming to an end as Jonas led her from the training gym, to a cabin door one deck below and just behind the bridge marked Captain in bold brass letters. Jonas ushered her into the cabin and open a door to a small adjoining bed chamber where she saw her trunks. It was apparent that larger portion of the cabin was his.

“There are no real provision for women aboard the Sagamore and I understand from Madame Lillian that you made some rather interesting choices in selecting your attire for our journey Miss Carlton and I will be eager to have you model some of them in private for me. So shall we start now? We have plenty of time before we arrive at our first destination.”

There was little time remaining for Jonas to try and forcefully persuade Talia from stubbornly following her dream into Harms Way.

“Besides Miss Carlton we may have time for you to review and practice the lessons you learned in my office .”

He would push her boundaries once more in an effort to send her crying back to her mother and possibly save her from a fate worst than death.

 

[Vailyn]

Talia suspected that her Boss would try to scare her off. If the choice was hers alone, she would not have chosen to face such scandalous conditions and treatment. But it's not just about her. She has to be strong for her family. She'll be stronger for them. She'll be strong for herself. She refused to be broken by the unknown. She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. I can do this. I can!

"Sir, what should I call you? Mr. Pincheon or Major Pincheon?" she asked as she looked for her leather valise.

"For the time being, you should call me Major or Major Pincheon. Whatever are you doing, Miss Carlton?"

"Madame Lillian has been very kind to me and has given me some small knowledge to fill in areas I lack. Would you mind undressing and laying on your bed? I would like to try out some of what I've learned. I'll be with you in a moment." she called from her chamber.

Talia glanced in the mirror and decided to take off everything but her undergarments and black heels. All that was left was the daring black lace hat, a sleeveless white chemise that framed tempting valley, a short white corset covered in black lace cinched her waist and thrust up her full mounds. Black lace garters held up sheer black silk stockings and lay over sheer lace underwear.

She painted her lips a pale red and picked up a plain brown bottle. Pausing in the doorway between their rooms, Talia posed with legs spread wide, one hip cocked to a side and shoulders held back. Jonas' eyes darken with anticipation and desire. All the more evident as his semi-hard cock lengthened and raised up from the crinkled hairs.

The semi-nude maiden strolled with a swirling swivel of her hips to the Major's bed and crawled onto the bed. When he tried to grab her arms, Talia pulled away with a smile and said, "Just relax, sir. Let me take care of you for a little while."

Talia opened the bottle, poured sage scented oil into her hand, put the bottle on the side board and warmed the oil in her hands. Remembering Madame Lillian's suggestions and observations, she took her time and explored her Boss' naked body with steady, slow strokes. She spent extra time on his shoulders and massaged the tense muscles with firm pressure of her fingers. Roamed along his arms, hands and fingers. Talia poured oil onto Jonas' chest, spreading it with flowing motions and rubbed until the oil soaked into the skin. She turned her attention to his muscular legs, traveled over angular hips and worked out the knots in his thighs, calves and feet.

A man's body is so different from her own. The flow of muscles, shape of bones beneath, even the skin feels more rough than her own, and there's more hair everywhere. Fingers spread and playing in the Major's leg hair, Talia finally looked upwards to his face and paused in surprise to find him asleep. Major Pincheon looked totally different at rest. The hard lines of his face and form were gone. He looked like a different man. Not the harsh master who barked out commands. The one who tried to break her with piercing darkness she has never known. Asleep, her Boss didn't seem to be as dangerous and maybe he has a heart. A wry smile spread her lips. She carefully left the bed, covered the Major with a covers, turned off the light in his cabin before returning to her own.

Talia washed her hands in the wash basin and wondered what she should do... She had no idea what kind of danger they are going into. What little she had known about the situation may not be anywhere near the truth. No matter what, she knows that its vital for her to be able to defend herself. Talia only knows how to throw a punch due to Anthony, old fashioned archery and how to maintain her body in limber form. She glanced at the clock. There's a few hours before it becomes late. She changed into loose dark blue cotton pants, grey sleeveless top and matching dark blue jacket. She left to make use of the training gym. Until she could learn how to protect herself, Talia decided to work on growing stronger. Strong enough to make anyone who tries to hurt her be damaged in the process.

 

[cgraven]

"Sir, what should I call you? Mr. Pincheon or Major Pincheon?"

"For the time being, you should call me Major or Major Pincheon.”

Jonas arched his eyebrow in bewilderment as he saw Talia searching through her leather valise as he idly wondered what the determined little auburn haired beauty was up to know.

“Whatever are you doing, Miss Carlton?"

"Madame Lillian has been very kind to me and has given me some small knowledge to fill in areas I lack. Would you mind undressing and laying on your bed? I would like to try out some of what I've learned. I'll be with you in a moment."

A wry smile bowed Jonas Pincheon lips as he slowly sucked out of his uniform and reclined on his bunk. The memories of the stunning little beauty in all her naked perfection with her lips “O”ed around the shaft of his cock came vividly to his minds eye as he remembered their encounter in his office two days ago.

"Just relax, sir. Let me take care of you for a little while."

Those softly cooed words brought the Major back to the here and now. Once more he saw the determination shining in the clear depth of her blue eyes as she came to him with a natural fluid grace that was so innocently sensual and arousing. Gone was the frumpy dress and in its place this young vixen wore an ensemble that accentuated her youthful womanly charms perfectly. The scent of sage, the intoxicating fragrance of Talia herself filled his nostrils, and enflamed his passions to posses her. His world suddenly became a conflicting series of emotions and feelings. The warmth of her body, the sensual caress of her hands as she explored his own naked body, his physical longing to have her to possess her and never let her go from his side no warred with his desire to protect the young innocent from the horrors of war and what could happen to her. Oh how he fought the conflicting emotions that now rent his soul, even as the weariness of two days without sleep final caught up with him as the darkness slowly engulfed him as he drifted off into a sleep that would not be denied as Talia’s hands softly caressed his body.


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“Major, Major Pincheon we will be arriving at point X-ray in two hours Sir.”

Jonas rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he check the ships clock on the bulkhead of his cabin 2AM with a weary groan he addressed the hapless steward who had just awakened him from a sound sleep.


“Very well steward. Coffee….and give my complements to the Officer of the Deck and tell him to reduce speed to ½ ahead and I will be there presently.”

Two hours Jonas was furious with himself for having succumbed to his need for sleep, for having let his last opportunity to force his headstrong little protégé to go home to her family and safety. So be it She had chosen her fate now she would have to take what ever the future had to offer her, for better or worst and Major Jonas Pincheon, knowing the reputation of both the Japanese and the Russian, fear it would be for the wroth. Both warring Imperialistic Powers seemed to take what ever they desired no matter what the human cost and those ruthless men certainly would desire Miss Talia Carlton once they laid their lustful eyes on her.

Jonas pushed these thoughts from his mind as he quickly and quietly dressed in his dress uniform and then taking a mug of teaming coffee from the steward headed for the Sagamore’s bridge.


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A soft but persistent knock on Talia’s door called the stunning young beauty from her sleep.

“Miss Carlton, Miss Carlton……..”

Came the booming voice of First Sergeant Peter O’Halerin.

“…….we are approaching our first destination and the Colonel will be wanting to see all of those assigned to the Sagamore.”

Sergeant O’Halerin wore his dress uniform, The dark blue shell jacket and its high stiff collar gave him a very forma appearance, and the shy blue trousers with there yellow leg stripe, fit tightly in the typical manner of a Calvary uniform, and showed for all his age that Sergeant Peter O’Halerin was still a very powerful man. On his left breast hung several military medals for valor, and around his thick bull neck on a blue ribbon with white stars hung the Congressional Medal of Honor the nation’s highest award for valor.

“Your Best day Gown Miss Carlton only the best for the Colonel”


Sergeant O’Halerin gave Talia a saucy wink as he let his eyes rove over her supple young body as she lay in her bunk.

“The Major is on the bridge Miss.”

The Sergeant lingered a moment longer as if enthralled with Talia’s beauty and the intimacy of seeing her reclining on her bed. O’Halerin gave the young innocent another saucy wink before turning on his heel to let her dress and to attend to his duties.


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The great Airship slowly glided above Long Island Sound as it approached Oyster Bay and her name sake Sagamore Hill, the summer retreat of the President of the United States Theodore Roosevelt, former Colonel and hero of the 1st U.S. Volunteer Calvary

“Morning Miss Carlton In little over an hour you will be meeting the President of the United States.”

Like Sergeant O’Halerin Joan wore his dress uniform and like the Sergeant a blue ribbon with white stars hung the Congressional Medal of Honor around his neck.

“My apologies for having fallen a sleep yesterday Miss Carlton during our Conversation. I am sure we will have an opportunity to continue it in the near future.”

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Jonas’s lips and there was a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

“Mr. Cummings take her in for a landing and have all hands stand by to welcome the president.”

 

[Vailyn]

A persistent voice intruded into Talia's dream and drew her awake. Blinking her eyes open, she found Sergeant O'Halerin standing near her bed. He informed her that they were nearing the first destination and she would need to be dressed well for meeting the Colonel. She smiled sleepily and thanked the Sergeant before he left for the bridge.

Talia stayed curled on the bed for a few more minutes as she shook off the lingering haze of slumber. Straightening out, she stretched her whole body with a hum of content. After an intense exercise session, Talia had bathed quickly, pulled on her nightgown and laid down for a nap. Questions jumbled about and she was eager to gain some answers. Like who is the Colonel? Where are they landing? What's the real agenda? What's the point of the military presence?

It sounds like the crew is meeting someone very important and she needed to dress appropriately. She checked her appearance with a critical eye. Her hair was swept up away from her face and pinned in an elaborate knot with one curled lock hanging down to her right shoulder. A dark green velvet jacket had puffed shoulders that ended with slim sleeves cut at the end to reveal white lace. Ruffled lace peaked above a snug neck and small gold buttons marched down the middle of the form fitting jacket. A matching split legged skirt showed of her curvy hips and derriere. The edge of the skirt grazed the top of her dark brown leather boots.

Talia made way to the bridge and found out that she will be meeting the President! Intrigued expectation battled with blushing cheeks when the Major lightly teased her. The changing view of the airship approaching their destination caught her attention and she watched the landing procedures with innocent wonder.

 

[cgraven]

Even though Jonas was engaged in supervising Mr. Cummings bring the Sagamore to her improvised berth at Oyster Bay and the presidents summer retreat Sagamore Hill he could not help but notice how Talia’s form fitting dark green velvet jacket flattered her figure and how the little gold buttons drew the viewer’s eye to the seductive swell of her firm young breasts. Yet it was the matching skirt that really caught Pincheon’s attention. The way hugged the sensual curve of her hips, seductively caressed her firm little heart shaped derrière as if begging a man to take her in a most forbidden and sinful way. Then there was its daring length, the helm of the skirt grazed the top of her dark brown leather boots and shoed the delicate turn of her ankle.

Major Jonas Pincheon’s was brought back to the present with a rather agitated cough from Mr. Cummings. The slightest hint of a blush kissed his cheek at having been distracted by Talia’s attire.

“YES Mr. Cummings.”

Pincheon snapped at him and there was a very dangerous look in the Major’s eyes that he now turned on the officious young Naval Officer.

“Permission to lower mooring lines.”

“Very well Mr. Cummings.”

Jonas could hardly disguise his displeasure with the young Officer that seemed to need consistent reassurance that he was doing the correct thing. Mr. Cummings could be come a liability if they were forced to fight.


As Sagamore came into her improvised moorings in a rather halting and less than impressive landing her gangway was hardly over before the president came bounding aboard as if he were a school boy on holiday. In essence that was exactly what President Theodore Roosevelt was, the perpetual schoolboy, enthusiastic beyond all bounds, or reason, for his latest plan and that latest plan had the Sagamore at its center.


”Major Pincheon………”

The president took Pincheon’s hand and shook it violently only serving to confirm the sense that he was an over zealous schoolboy.

” Jonas haven’t seen much of you sense Cuba and you had to take over Buckeye O’Neil’s company when he was killed before the assault on Kettle hill and San Juan Hill.”

"and we lost Tiffany in that fight to Colonel."

"Sergeant O’Halerin"

The president embraced O’Halerin as if he were a long lost brother.

"First Sergeant O’Halerin"

"And who is this pretty little thing Major and what is she doing aboard the Sagamore"

“Mr. President may I introduce Miss Talia Carlton Foreign Correspondent for the Springfield Herald. The only person I know that has as much determination to follow there star as you Mr. President.”

"Ah that she is Colonel, and a damn sight easier on the eyes to boot sir."

With the interdiction completed the president invited the Major Pincheon and Sergeant O’Halerin to accompany him on a tour of the Sagamore as they were leaving the bridge the president called over his shoulder.

Coming Miss Carlton

As they toured the Sagamore the president stopped amidships.

"I do not know why Jonas choose you for this mission Miss Carlton but I trusty his judgment and Sergeant O’Halerin seems to agree with him."

As they walked the president explained that he was worried about Japan’s intentions were in the Pacific as well as Russia’s. No matter who one the war he felt they would move to try and take The U.S.’s newly acquired colonies in the Pacific.

" You Major will be the official Military observe for Our Government. You Sergeant O’Halerin, well you know what to do the less said the better. And you Miss Carlton will cover the war and gain as much information as possible as to what Russia and Japan’s intentions are beyond the present war………Questions?

 

[Vailyn]

Talia's immediate impression of the President was of a gregarious man who was confident of his power of command. He seemed to pull everyone around him into the wake of his movements and a hustled those too slow to react quickly with a booming reminder.

Questions? The Colonel inquired in his briskly, jovial manner.

Hundreds of questions fought for attention in Talia's mind but she wisely kept them to herself. She wasn't entirely sure of her position on board this ship or the mission that the President has outlined. She did know that it would be better to hold her tongue now and find a moment to gain her answers from her Boss. Talia followed the small group quietly, paying attention to the questions, answers and general conversation as and placing each tidbit away for later perusal.

After the tour, all of the officers, the President and Talia gathered for a three course meal. It was easy to see the friendship shared by the Theodore Roosevelt and Sergeant O'Halerin. She gained the impression that the men had served together or worked under the President's command for years. There were mention of several Russian, Japanese and Chinese officials and people of power. A few stories and jokes from shared history was banded about.

Talia fell into the conversational spotlight for a short while. The President turned to her and asked, "How did a young lady like yourself become a Foreign Correspondent? You seem rather young to be in such a role."

Quickly gathering her composure, Talia sipped her glass of water and smiled at him. "My father was a freelance reporter that covered various news of the city and writer of history. The Springfield Herald was his favorite newspaper and he was very keen on international politics. My father encouraged me to follow in his footsteps. It's my dream to become reporter for the Herald and I couldn't pass up the chance when it was presented to me."

She raised her glass and nodded at the Major. "Major Pincheon has taken me under his wing and I will do my best to learn to be a good reporter under his guidance."

The President lead a toast for Talia's success and changed the conversation onto the marvels of modern technology and the advances that were being made. After the meal, the Colonel, Major and Sergeant closeted themselves in the Major's office for a private conference. The President left with full fanfare of his arrival and the Sagamore began the flight to southeast China and the forefront of the Russo-Japanese conflict.

 

[cgraven]

Jonas Pincheon had been quite impressed with the way Talia had handled herself under the scrutiny of the President for one of her tender years. He had seen the fire in her soft blue eyes as she firmly declared, at the president’s inquire of what she was doing aboard the Sagamore,

"My father was a freelance reporter that covered various news of the city and writer of history. The Springfield Herald was his favorite newspaper and he was very keen on international politics. My father encouraged me to follow in his footsteps. It's my dream to become reporter for the Herald and I couldn't pass up the chance when it was presented to me."

That had been three days ago.

Life aboard the Sagamore had settled down into a daily routine aboard the Airship, that resembled very much the routine of a naval ship at sea. The day was marked by the changing of the watch every four hours and an endless series of drill covering every conceivable emergency that could befall or over take them. Yet in the three days that it took to cross The Nation and continent the 4.5 quick acting naval guns had remained ominously silent.

On the morning of the fourth day, with San Francisco a day astern of them, The bugles sounded in the predawn twilight calling Sagamore’s crew to General Quarters and battle stations, soon followed by the clanging of the heavy water and air tight doors sectioning the Airship into separate little sealed compartments designed to reduce the damage and the danger of spreading fires if the Sagamore was under attack.

It was just daybreak when the first broad side roared from the ships guns on the starboard side, quickly followed by the port batteries thunderous roar. From the first note of the bugles call to quarters it had taken the Sagamore only ten minutes to fire her 1st broadside, not bad for an unannounced drill, and a crew caught by surprise. Major Pincheon had told no one and that had left Miss Talia Carlton to be startled from her sleep with no idea of what was happening , or were to go, or just what she was supposed to do, and trapped in the compartment where her cabin was located.

It was Mr. Cummings’s duty to have briefed Talia on what her staion was on the Watch, Quarter, and Staion Bill. A duty, the officious young Officer had pointedly omitted, to make her look the fool, after all women did not belong aboard Airships or naval vessels for that matter.

For over an hour Talia was trapped unable to escape her almost claustrophobic imprisonment as the roar of the quick acting 4.5 naval guns became deafening and the air was filled with a choking dust shaken loose by their reverberation through out the ship. Finally the bugle’s clarion call rang out over the cacophony of the roar of guns and thunder of machinery, the all clear and secure from battle stations sounded. Soon the auburn haired beauty could hear the dogs of the battle hatches and shutters opening and freeing her from her imprisonment.