Milking the System (Lactation Blackmail)

Amy was a drain on the society, but soon she will paying it back when the tables are turned and she is forced to let her caseworkers suck her milky nipples if she wants to keep her cushy benefits. This book contains suckling sex with two men, deep cum in the the wet pussy of a welfare cheat, and a tearful woman willing to do anything to keep her free ride going as long as she can. Adults only!

EXCERPT

"You have been receiving disability for several months now, because you are unable to work correct?"

"Yes, I have a back injury. When I was at work I slipped and fell and...," James cut her off.

"Your injury seems to not prevent activities like what you told your doctor," he picked up one picture of her riding a mechanical bull at a cowboy bar last month.

"Where did you get that?" She asked.

"Facebook, you have a lot of friends and they put up a lot of pictures. Here is you water skiing two weeks ago. We also have videos posted of you on a trampoline too, doing flips."

"It comes and goes, those were on good days," she lied.

"You know you can't lie to us, we have witness statements, overwhelming evidence," he said.

"There is also the matter of when you claim unemployment each week, and you certify that you are able to work and actively seeking work," continued Brendan. "You have several places where you said you applied for work at, and guess what they said when we contacted every single one of them?"

"That they were not hiring that day?" She tried.

"No, they actually said they had never heard of you and that they had no applications or resumes on file for you."

"I didn't leave a resume if they were not hiring," she continued to lie, but knew it was futile.

"But you did go in to," his eyes trailed down a list on one of the pages, "the Willamette National Bank last week?"

"I certainly did, spoke to the manager; I remember it was on Tuesday." James smiled smugly at her response.

"We have reviewed the bank's security cameras for the past three weeks in fact, and you did not," he said.

"You really need to stop lying to us," finished Brendan. Amy knew he was right, she was nailed.

"So what exactly do you want from me, blood?" She felt the tears starting. It wasn't artificial, she had no problem whipping up some fake tears if she thought it would help, but in this case she just couldn't hold them back. Her life as she knew it was about to change for the worse and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. The taller man, James, handed her a tissue from the box on the desk. Amy thought bitterly that these two men had probably made lots of women cry with their investigations.

"If you sign the confession, we can make a deal, possibly forgive some of the fraud, and lower the amount of the overpayments."

"Overpayments?" She asked, dumbfounded. Amy felt like the walls or reality were crashing down around her. Not only was she about to lose her income, but they were going to expect her to pay the money back as well! She mentally totaled the amounts she had received just in the last few months and knew it was in the thousands.

"I don't know what to say," and that was the first honest thing she had spoken that day. She sat there, feeling utterly defeated.

Brendan held out a pen and a document.

"You should start by saying you were sorry, and then sign this," he said, sternly. Any took a breath and reached out to take forms to sign her life away.

"Wait," said James. Amy allowed her hopes to soar, was there possibly a way out of this mess? Brendan looked at him.

"What are you thinking, James?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"That this woman has to pay a stiffer penalty than just money, I think she owes us."

Amy wasn't sure what he meant by that. Owed them, personally?

"I don't have any money, I spent everything as I got it, I can't pay you what I don't have," she pleaded.

"I don't want money," James said, staring directly at her.

Amy realized she just might have a way out of this, after all.