7. You barely avoid it.

You know your coworker Jim Dodds is on duty right now but you’re sure he’s out on the floor. A shadow crosses the frosted glass. Fuck.

“Hey man, who’s that?”

You grab Nia around the waist and cover her mouth. “I’m just searching some chick. She’s trying to get out of it.”

Nia struggles against your grasp.

“Alright, keep her quiet though man, goddamn.”

The shadow walks away. Nia bites at your hand.

“OW!” You release her mouth, “that’s ****, bitch.”

You grab the handcuffs from your belt and clasp them around her wrists so her hands are behind her back. You push her into a metal folding chair. There’s one of your undershirts behind her on a shelf, which you grab and shove into her mouth.

You look over at Amy and Lisa. They’re both horrified but not moving anywhere.

“Well. Keep going Amy.”

She removes her bra next, clearly avoiding her panties. She must be hiding something. Her nipples are hard, more proof of her arousal.

“Hold up your breasts for me. I want to see under them.”

She grabs her tits and lifts, showing you there’s nothing hiding under them. She pauses and looks at you.

“Please, can’t we stop here? You can see I’m not hiding anything!”

“Actually I can’t.” You gesture at her crotch where you can see even more of the wetness blooming.

She looks away and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. She removes it and you notice she’s holding her legs tightly together.

“Alright, bend over.”

“Bend over!?” She looks panicked at this point.

“I think we can all see you’re hiding something.”

“Please,” a single tear rolls down her cheek, “please don’t make me do this.”