Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2019 23:57:21 +0000 (UTC) From: John Bromfield Subject: The order of the green boot The Order of the Green Boot John Bromfield >dash10uk@yahoo.com A journalist can be sent to cover many things but sometimes you have go "underground" as it were. My newspaper is based in New York and is of reasonable size. I was summoned to the editors desk. "Ah Clarkson I have a job for you. You married? Got a girlfriend?" No" I replied. "Good got an undercover operation for you If you want it. Could be a few months and money will be cabled to you on request but on return I want bills and receipts for the accounts department. And if you are discovered, this newspaper sacked you six months ago. These people have contacts in high places. But if we get a scope "The Post" & "Times" will have them begging us for info. Here is the file. Its not much to go on but that's when you come in and fill the gaps. Well did you want it? I'm a busy man" he stopped abruptly waiting for an immediate reply. Work was boring and no good cases were in my IN tray. "Yes Sir" and was dismissed with a wave of the hand. The file was indeed thin and had no title. Someone was being careful here and that person wants to cover their ass on this one. The Order of the Green Boot is secret organisation who recruits top businessmen and political leaders. There are only rumours on who are the members. It is known they gather only when a new member is selected. To find out more is to find out when a new member is going to be selected. From what can be surmised each continent is divided into subsections of the Order. There is a real Green Boot involved in the ceremonies. This is heavily guarded at all times and is sent in the Diplomatic Bag or by private jet when needed for such an event. You have two leads the name "Conrad Zimmerman" and two locations "Boston, Massachusetts & Capetown South Africa" After reading the short paragraph I start my research. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Register of businesses or businessmen that contain Conrad Zimmerman. Like lots of names you get hundreds of name turning up until it comes down to a couple of them. Then one of them must be our man. Conrad Zimmerman: Justice of the Peace. Owner of Zimmerman Cotton Mills, Boston, MA. That looks promising now lets see about South Africa. Zimmerman Cotton Corporation, supplier of fine cotton products. Bingo Let try the cheaper option first. I book a flight to Boston economy class tickets looked and booked a cheap hotel room on Booking .com. The flight was a short one and on arrival got a taxi to the hotel. At the reception I asked about a map of the town "Oh this one's free it shows all the places of interest. Have you been here before?" the girl asked "No I am a journalist just doing some investigating" I replied "Anyone or thing in particular?" "I'm doing stories into the American businessman and people in power. Nothing scandalous just good old fashioned reporting the facts" you could see the smile drop a little. People always like a bit of scandal. "So who is it in this fair city that you looking at? She raised an eyebrow "I am looking at Conrad Zimmerman. Have you heard of him?" is this little fish going to bite methinks. "As in Zimmerman (Cotton)?" I nod "Well he was divorced last year it was all over the local papers. Rumours of a Gay affair with a young man. Nothing proved of course and both parties decided on a quick divorce with nondisclosure notice. She got a fortune from the deal so it is said and a nice house in South Africa worth millions" she looked at me as if I had new information. "Well" I said "I am looking into the business side of Mr Zimmerman and what he is doing now" by this time she realised I was not working for someone like Fox News but from the Financial Times section of the newspaper. "He still owns a mansion that I believe has fine views of the ocean on Vanderbilt Heights" I thanked her for the information and could I have my key. "Sorry sir I forgot myself for a moment. Here it is number 16" "Thankyou" I said making my way to the lift. Room was basic but fitted my requirements. I sat at the desk and typed up my report to the story so far. Note; This just gives me all the basic details of information so later I can fill out a full report editing the uninteresting bits or of a liablest nature. Right finished now shower and a few hours sleep. There are some that can sleep anywhere but for me it's a platform called a bed. I wake two hours later refreshed and ready to hit the town. The hotel was not near the centre of town but not a long walk away. I find an up-market fish restaurant, The kind where businessmen have lunches "The Cod & Line" maybe not and further along and in a back street "Hannah's Bistro". Stuck on the window were labels from recommendations from the Student's Union to Help the Aged. Now this place is within my budget. And just walking through the doors is going to add pounds to your weight. I sit and immediately a waitress appears sweat pouring from her brow "Can I take your order sir?" "Coffee, Spanish omelette and Apple pie with cream, Please" she was panting I had this feeling someone had failed to turn up for work this afternoon. Fortunately I was their only customer. The food arrived and yes this was real food not this Sparrow size meals that cost 100 dollars a bite. I left a large tip that was nearly the cost of the meal (Apple pie and cream Ohh so yum). I decide to take the trail a line painted on the sidewalks that takes you to all the places of interest. Just as I was collecting my room key the receptionist said "Oh Mr Clarkson this came by messenger" and she handed a sealed envelope. Strange I thought, no one should know I am here. I get to my room and open it. Its an vitiation for a guided tour of Zimmerman Cotton Mill including refreshments. Please present this at reception on Cumberland Street. Tour starts 10:30am I better look smart suit collar and tie. I don't know who is going be there but someone with power to find out where I am staying means someone is interested in me. I got the tourist map out and yes there was Cumberland Street (Note: No where in Boston is far so all is within a walking distance. As a building a factory is like any other factory. I go to the man on the desk and give him my invite "Ah yes, Mr Clarkson. I want to say, this is highly usual Mr Zimmerman is going to give you a person tour of the establishment. You are to wait in here and coffee or tea are provided." The room was oak lined and smelt slightly of tobacco which lead me to believe this was once a smoking room. I poured some coffee into a small cup and sat or sank into a red leather chesterfield. I could get used to this I thought. A man entered to room "James, glad you could make it. I am Conrad Zimmerman owner of this place. Oh no hurry please finish your coffee" the man was in his fifties I guess, with greying of his hair at the edges. "Sir you have me at a disadvantage" something is going on. "You were sent to investigate me here in Boston and I will explain all after we have done the tour. Please ask only business matters during this tour. Is that understood?" you don't say no to this man. "Yes Sir" I said weakly. "Right I see you've finished your coffee lets go we have got a lot to get through today." At which he was out the door down a passage through doors and I was shown all the processes from a bale of cotton to skein of cotton thread. I knew this was a smokescreen and clearly the tour was not why I was here. After 45 minutes I had been on all floors and was making my way to the Boss-man's office. Although the factory was tucked between two hills. Mr Zimmerman's office had views of the whole of Boston. When he got to the desk he pressed the intercom "Laramour can you come in for a moment?" the secretary arrived with pad in hand. "I will be in conference with Mr Clackson all day so can you re-schedule meetings and visitors I have for today? Next book a table for two at "The Cod & Line" for 2pm and a note to the chef "The 4hr version will be plenty" Oh Laramour and can we have a few sandwiches and some coffee? That will be all" she turned and left the room. "I like your views from here" I said "Yes so did my grandfather its why he built the factory here. I will not speak freely to you until Laramour has returned with refreshments. Fifteen minutes later the secretary brings in a tray of food. "Only emergency calls to be put through to my office Laramour" he firmly stated "Yes Mr Zimmerman" and as she left he locked the door. "Hungry? Its on the house" his voice was gentler now and after eating some sandwiches and pour out some coffee we both sat in the easy chair. "Well let us start on our story" as I got out my reporters pad "No Charles that wont be necessary" I put it away. "You have come to find out about the Order. Your only contact is me how do I know this my contact in New York told me." There was a man walking through the forest at night with a flashlight and found a green boot. When his torch shone on the boot it glowed. So he decided to take it home. He lived alone and he sat down in the chair next to a warm fire. He put the boot on a fell asleep and when he awoke the boot was stuck to his foot. He had a friend that visited him at the weekends and his friend thought it was very funny. But when he fucked the friend his cock stuck in his friend's ass until morning. The boot came off easily and his cock was free. There were side effects though each could hear eachothers thoughts. Their cum had turned green and the ass that had been fucked two lips sucked on anything placed near them. That is how the Order of the Green Boot started it just happened it was two Gays that started it if it had been a normal married couple things may have turn out a lot different." "You ready for lunch?" "Yes" I replied "Just a moment" he pickup the phone and dialled "Zimmerman here I want to make really sure on this one I want 20 and ready by six at area 51" there was a yes sir and a click. That's settled now we can go to lunch. "Laramour I may not be back after lunch if you finish your work you may go home early" Mr Zimmerman knew how to treat his staff and Laramour wanted to go shopping "Thankyou sir" Mr Zimmerman's SUV was big enough to put a double bed in the back but gave a comfortable ride. I did not like the "Cod & Line" but it's a free lunch and journalist never turn a down a free lunch. All that fuss on which fork or knife to use. I watch him and followed and noticed but said nothing. He turned to me and said "Hope you don't mind but I have ordered your meal to save time. I want to show you a another place we own in the mountains" he was planning something but couldn't figure it out. The chef came out "your meals sir and your guest has the special" and the chef had an Italian ascent and winked at Mr Zimmerman. The meal had lots of fancy herbs that meant you could be eating anything, but could see it was fish. "Drink your wine James and we can leave" as I drank I was a little groggy that wine must have gone to my head. The chef helps me to the awaiting SUV. "Sorry that wine seems to have gone to my head" "Its fine James tonight you going to get something you never had before" I was strapped in tight and my seat was set back and I dosed off to sleep. Mr Zimmerman got on his mobile "Zimmerman here subject is prepared. I know no one has had 20 doses before but I want to be sure of this one. Is area secured? Good I want this to go as smooth as possible. Are all the men there? Good" "Well James aint you in for a surprise tonight" The SUV drive off the main road on to a track that leads to a high flat area in front of a cliff. Other cars are hidden in the trees and shrubs. Placed in the centre is a modified vaulting horse. All my clothes were take off and someone had a big douche they used on me "Right men strap him to the horse" I was tied to the horse and blindfold to cover my eyes if I woke. Be kind to him and give him a little lube. Then a long tube attached you a syringe that held about 500 ml of bright green liquid donated that day to be fresh and max strength. On my right foot was placed a boot that glowed in the moonlight. I start to move as an itching feeling come to my lower leg. "Boot in place Sir and subject is reacting well" Good pump 100 ml in and then number one proceed. I start to feel a cock in my ass and it feels odd but good then he withdraws having cum. The tube is inserted deep inside and another 100 ml is squeezed in and number two fucks me Oh yes this feel amazing after the four they pump every drop in my ass and he starts my final ride of joy yes give me your cum please ohh please and I hear his voice oh yes yes here it is deep into to you fucking keep this forever Ahhhhhhh Ohhhh ohhhh I think I love this ass Ohhh Ohhhh fuck My ass locks onto his cock "Well done men we have welcomed another into the Order of the Green Boot. Untie him and place him in the back of my SUV with number five. Number one put the vault horse away. Rest of you men good work and I will be see you all soon for a little celebration" and the men started to leave. I could feel the itching travelling up my body and my ass was numb there was no feeling there at all. Mr Zimmerman covered both of us in the back with a blanket. On arrival at his house the garage doors opened and as he drove in they closed behind. Five frog marched me to the lift and soon I was in a nice warm bed with five's cock inside me. I woke and my head was spinning it was full of people talking. It would be awhile before my brain could filter the sounds into single people. I turned over and there was Five wow what a hunk. I kissed him awake "Welcome to the club" his cock was out and look as if it was eager to enter my gates paradise again. I feel my ass and Oh fuck yes they start sucking on my fingers. I climbed over him and let my new sexy lips suck his cock all the way down. He said "I think I have found a playmate" Five don't you dare disappear I want this dream to last and if that Allen cum has changed my insides I still want Five to continue to pump his green cum inside me. My report in the newspaper stated " New form of Demons and Dungeons is about to come on the market called the Order of the Green Boot but test players don't rate it too highly. There have been rumours of a board game or game consult versions. That is exactly what the editor wanted to hear and I asked him if it was possible for a transfer to our sister paper in Boston and he said yes. Note: Yes there are secret organisations that control great power and you are selected or invited to join. The Green Boot was return to Mr Zimmerman and is in a safe place ready for others to join Wearing the boot gives that foot a permanent light green colour One day the Alien is going to come back for his boot and will find thousands of allies In the UK the term "The Order of the Boot" is when you are sacked or loose your job It is possible that the Editor was a Member of the Order The Chef drugged the wine another Order Member Please give as much as you can to Nifty so it can continue to publish things that we can dream about