JAGTV Revisited

0015 EST JAG HEADQUARTERS Falls Church, Virginia

Admiral AJ Chegwidden put the television remote back on his desk. Ever since the Kingsley trial began he had suggested Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie go public. Her adversary, Juanita Ressler, was publicly exploiting the case; he thought Mac should consider using the public to her advantage too. Finally taking the plunge, Sarah had agreed to be interviewed on ‘The Late Late Show with Craig Kilborn’. AJ chuckled over the interview. Craig had revealed a little more about the Colonel than what the audience needed to know but she also made her point. All she had to do was sit back and wait for information about Ensign Kingsley’s credibility.

AJ took a seat in his soft, brown, Leather chair, and swiveled to look out the window. He took some time and reviewed the last week. From Mary Hart's comments on ‘Entertainment Tonight’ of “Mac attack; her sizzle factor, and body of evidence,” Sarah had become a very public figure. “Boy, I'd love to see her body of evidence sizzle during a ‘Mac attack’,” AJ thought out loud with a lusty grin on his face. Trying to shake the thought of Mac’s curvaceous body sizzling under his fingers, he swiveled back to his desk and picked up a file to work on. In the process, he inadvertently flipped the PEOPLE magazine over.

Tossing the file aside, AJ flipped through the magazine until he found the article about Mac. “Maybe someday she'll ask me over to see her Ichthyornis, or show me how she field strips an M-16 blindfolded in 16 seconds,” he mumbled as he scanned the article again. With pursed lips, he looked up, thinking, ‘I wonder how fast she could strip for me.’

Tiny droplets of sweat broke out on AJ’s forehead. ‘Chegwidden, get your head back on straight. She’s your Chief of Staff, one of your finest lawyers. You have to see her everyday and you can’t have these thoughts in your mind about her,’ AJ scolded himself.

Pulling his handkerchief from his back pocket, he patted his forehead dry. He shut his eyes for a few moments to clear all thoughts of the Colonel from his mind. A knock on his door brought him out of his reverie.

“Enter,” he firmly commanded as he pushed the magazine off to the side.

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie walked briskly across the room. “Reporting as ordered, Sir,” she proclaimed as she stood at attention before his desk.

AJ looked up and frowned. He was about to tell her about the great job she did during the interview when he noticed something different about her. “Changes, Colonel?” he asked pointing to her head.

“I was tired of all the comments about my hair,” she said as she patted the brown bun. “No one liked all my wispy ends ‘straggling about’ here and there.”

Looking down at his desk, Sarah saw the open PEOPLE magazine. Picking it up, she held it vertically. “Reading it or just looking at the pictures?” she asked with a coy smile, turning it so AJ could see the centerfold.

AJ’s jaw dropped at the nude centerfold of Mac. One hand held a firm breast with nipple peaked to perfection. The other hand was covering her womanhood; strands of brown hair peeking through her fingers.

‘Damn, so this is what Bud saw that day...if only I had gone to Australia earlier!’ AJ thought as his face redden. The photo wavered for a few seconds. AJ thought he saw the image stroking itself.

Rising from his seat, he lunged for the magazine. “I’ll take that,” he ordered as he grabbed it back. Opening his drawer, he had second thoughts, and then reached out for his briefcase.

“Going to pin it up in your garage, Sir?” she sweetly teased as he snapped the briefcase shut.

“Have a seat, Colonel,” he commanded abruptly, trying to bring the conversation back to military matters.

She sat down in the supple leather chair across from him. Her skirt slid up as she crossed her sleek, graceful legs.

Using his finger to loosen his collar, AJ gulped down the lump growing in his throat. His hand shook as he poured water into his glass. Knowing he was watching she uncrossed her legs, then re-crossed them the other way. Her skirt slid higher up her smooth thigh. AJ almost choked when he saw the tops of her thigh-high stockings.

“I’m proud…” he began, his voice squeaked. ‘Haven’t had my voice crack like that since puberty,’ he thought, as he took another long swallow of water. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “Proud of the way you handled the interview with Craig Kilborn.”

“Why, thank you, Sir. And thank you for staying up late to watch it,” she told him as she stretched one slender, athletic arm along the top of the chair; hand bouncing up and down. She swiveled and brought her legs to rest over the arm of the chair. Tossing her head back, she thrust her chest forward; posing like a centerfold model.

AJ licked his lips. ‘Subordinate…subordinate,’ his conscience blared in his ear. “Especially proud of the way you handled Mr. Kilborn’s comment about Juanita Kessler saying you’d do better as a lap dancer than a lawyer.”

“Well, Sir, you've seen the lawyer side of me,” she said as she stood, loosening the pins that held her hair, causing it to cascade about her shoulders. Tossing her soft silky tresses back and forth, she slowly unbuttoned her jacket. Flinging that aside, she unzipped her skirt, sliding it down to her feet. Stepping out of the puddle of clothing, she strutted forward dressed in only Marine green satin underclothing and spiked heels.

She pushed AJ gently back into his chair and she sat on his lap. The bulge in his pants was well pronounced. “Now you’ll get to experience my lap dancing skills,” she whispered seductively in his ear as her bra encased breasts came to rest against his chest.

Wriggling in his lap she rubbed her groin against his rock hard arousal. “I’ve got to be dreaming,” AJ murmured, as Sarah took his hands and placed them on her upper thighs urging them up towards her moist juncture.

“Oh yes… you are, Sir,” Sarah moaned as her movements brought her to a climax. Her breathing slowed. “So before you wake up…what else can I do for you?” she whispered in his ear, running her tongue against the lobe.

Moistening his lips, AJ pulled her face into his personnel space. Kissing her long and hard, he slipped his tongue into her cherry-flavored mouth. As he ran his hands along her back, he found the bra clasp. His nimble fingers played with it a few seconds before releasing it. He shoved the shoulder straps down her arms, causing the tops of her breasts to crest her bra.

A knock sounded at the door. AJ looked up from his desk. His hands held a sweat sodden handkerchief. Shuddering from the intensity of it, he wheezed, “It was only a dream.” Reaching down into his lap, he checked his trousers; they were drenched at the crotch.

Another knock on the door; accompanied by “Admiral? Are you alright, Sir?” brought Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie into his office. She walked into the room explaining, “I found your note on my desk, Sir.” She inquired as she drew to attention in front of his desk, “Did, you wish to see me now?”

AJ looked up at her. One eyebrow arched higher than the other. With a lopsided grin he ordered, “Have a seat, Colonel.”

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