Milking the System (Lactation Blackmail) by Amie Heights Page A

made her way to the department of human services office.  She had received
a text from her friend Alex, asking about her plans tonight.  She wasn't sure
since it would depend on what this meeting was about so she drove with one hand
as she tapped in her response.  "Busy now - will let you know soon"
    As she hit send, a car
cut her off, the driver flipping her the bird as he went past.  People could really
be such assholes sometimes.
    She was hoping that she
could wrap this up quick, so sped up to about twenty over the limit to make up
some time.
    After finding a handicap
parking spot, she pulled out the photocopied permit she kept hidden in her glove
box, hooked it to the rear view mirror, and headed inside. 
    "Oh, fuck this shit,"
she said when she saw the glut of people already waiting there. 
    "These losers need
to get jobs and the Hell out of my way," she mumbled to herself before
getting in line behind a fat woman who was surrounded by three screaming
children. 
    Surprisingly the public
workers were not that incompetent and the line moved quickly.  The fat woman in
front of her simply had to be given a stack of forms before finally taking her
little noisemakers away.
    Amy pulled the printed
email from her purse and sat it down on the counter. 
    "I got this, says I
have a meeting," she said.  The woman, a round black lady with an obvious
wig, took the letter and skimmed it over. 
    "You have an
investigation, dear," she said, eyeing Amy hard now.  Amy's heart sank. 
An investigation was the last thing she needed.  She guessed someone must have
tipped them off, and mentally ran through the list of people in her head who
might have ratted her out.
    "Investigation?"
She asked, innocently.  "but, what on earth for?"
    "I'm sure you will
find out before I do," the woman replied.
    "Huh?" Any
asked, flustered.
    "I don't want to
scare you or anything," she said, leaning forward and whispering. 
"But two of the state big wigs are here today, and they don't leave the
main office unless it’s a big deal."  She handed the email back to Amy and
pointed to the stairs.
    "Up the stairs, all
the way down the hallway, room 207."  The woman almost gave Amy a
sympathetic smile before turning her attention to the next person in the line.
    Amy felt like she was
going to the gallows as she pushed through the people to the stairwell.  She
trudged up the stairs, her head down.  This was a disaster.  She had always
tried to cover her traces but there might have been a loose end or two she had
missed.
    She considered simply
walking away, getting in her car, and going home.  As soon as she had that
thought she discarded it.  If she didn't go in, she knew the scam was done. 
She had to at least try to lie her way out of it. 
    Standing in front of the
door, Amy considered what to do next.  Should she knock or just let herself
in?  She tried to think of what an innocent person would do and decided to go
for it.  Opening the door wide she strode purposely into the room.
    "Good morning, Ms.
Myers," said one of the men who was already sitting down on the far side
of the large wooden desk. 
    "Why don't you have
a seat," said the second man, gesturing with an open palm to the third
chair in the room. 
    "Will this take very
long?" She asked, taking the seat and crossing her legs smartly.  Amy
tried to take in every detail.  Any piece of information might be helpful for
this bluff. 
    "It will take as
long as it takes, its really going to be up to you," he said. 
    The first man was wearing
a charcoal grey suit with a black shirt and a bright yellow tie.  Amy had to
admit he was a lot more handsome than she expected a civil servant to be.  As
she watched him he took off a pair of reading glasses and put them into a
leather case on the desk.  He was about forty, she guessed, and looked
powerful.  Not just in the body, but this was a man who was used to having
power over other people. 
    Amy knew the best way to
handle men like