Apparently.

You look Sheelaa up and down. She's dressed in clothes similar to your own - minimal skirt, loose tanktop, high heels - and wears her blonde hair in a tight ponytail. She's got a nice figure, with the kind of breasts the Sub-Commander likes and good hips. Her face is open and honest and she looks rather clueless.

"Yes. Right." You shake yourself back to what you're supposed to be doing instead of imagining her on her back on Hurt's desk with the Sub-Commander's cock pounding her pussy.

"I'm Leila. I'll be showing you your duties."

You get up and kiss her hello. She embraces you tightly, her tongue flicking against your lips for just a moment before withdrawing when you don't let it in.

You get back in your seat with Sheelaa watching over your shoulder as you show her the basics of prioritizing the Sub-Commander's messages and setting up her schedule. Sheelaa follows along well enough, for the most part asking the right questions and showing she has a general grasp of being an assistant, but she's rather clingy in the way of newly graduated girls, standing right behind your chair and constantly touching your arm and hair. After a while you switch places with her, partly so she can try things out for herself while you watch and correct her, but mostly so you won't have her pawing at you.

You're winding up with some minor details when the Sub-Commander calls for you on the intercom.

"Bring the new girl if she's arrived", she adds before clicking it off.

You steel yourself and bring Sheelaa with you into the Sub-Commander's office. You both curtsy as she glances your way, her gaze flicking up and down Sheelaa in a quick once-over before she gestures for you both to strip before going back to her phone call. You get out of your office clothes with practiced ease while Sheelaa snags her skirt on one of her heels for a second, blushing over her failure to comply as well as you.

You wait like that for a few minutes while Hurt barks terse instructions on the phone, apparently in some kind of group call with her Patrol Leaders. She mutes her mike long enough to order you both onto her desk.

She puts you in the position you know very well, with your head hanging over the edge so she can fuck your throat, and puts Sheelaa beside you with her legs spread. As she starts talking again she pushes her cock into your mouth and down your throat with a practiced motion, her hands squeezing your breasts. You were expecting more of the rough treatment you've been getting ever since that strange test, but she's much more gentle today. Perhaps it's to keep from scaring Sheelaa too much - newly graduated girls can be rather skittish, and even if they've gone through extensive training their experience is limited.

Hurt fucks your throat with slow, deep thrusts, her heavy balls pushing against your face when she bottoms out. She pulls out to let you breathe properly a few times, her hands softly squeezing your breasts. The unexpected tenderness makes your heart ache.

When she pulls out completely and shifts to stand between Sheelaa's legs, the new girl spreads them even wider and uses her fingers to open her pussy for her new boss' cock. She moans when Hurt's fat cock enters her, giving a little squeal when she pushes it all the way inside with a single thrust. She may be inexperienced, but it seems she's been well trained - even though Hurt doesn't have the biggest cock by far, not many can take it all at once without complaining.

Since Hurt hasn't told you to move you stay there with your head hanging down, a mixture of your own spit and her precum smeared over your mouth as you listen to the sounds of her fucking Sheelaa. She's soon slamming her cock into the new girl at a fast, steady pace, pulling gasps and moans of seemingly genuine pleasure from her new assistant. When it sounds like Sheelaa's about to cum Hurt pulls out of her and pushes her fat cock in between your lips again, giving you a taste of your replacement's pussy. Despite yourself you find yourself enticed, doing your best to taste the juices on Hurt's cock as it slides over your tongue.

But soon she pulls out again, a fat rope of spit connecting the tip of her cock to your mouth as she moves back between Sheelaa's legs. This time she starts going at full speed right away, and soon you hear the girl cry out and you feel her shudder beside you as she cums. Her hand finds yours and squeezes it tightly, and you have **** but to squeeze back unless you want your bones broken by her vice-like grip.

Just as she's beginning to relax you hear the Sub-Commander grunt as she also cums, thrusting irregularly, filling Sheelaa's pussy with her cum. Unexpectedly she pulls out halfway through, shoving her cock down into your mouth for the last few spurts. You almost **** on the sudden flood of sperm but manage to swallow most of it. She keeps slowly fucking your mouth, giving you just the tip so you can feel the last few drops trickle out against your tongue. She doesn't pull out until she's halfway soft - or at least as soft as a futa ever gets while awake - and when she finally leaves your mouth she looks down at you, and it almost seems like she's about to lean down to... what? Kiss you? But she straightens herself up, her fingers twitching as if she doesn't quite know what to do with them. That's more emotion than you've ever seen her display before.

But the moment passes and she looks back to her computer screen.

"Sheelaa, I assume you know where the showers are. We'll begin compatibility training in the afternoon. Leila, you're free to go when you're done instructing Sheelaa. Dismissed."

With a cold feeling in your chest you climb down from Hurt's desk, gather up your clothes, and curtsy. Sheelaa is clearly halfway cock-addled even from just a half-load of cum in her pussy, so you have to help her keep herself steady as you walk out. Since there's no point in trying to give her any more instructions as long as she's got that blissed-out grin on her face and that vacant look in her eyes you just point her towards the elevator. She giggles as she leaves.

You sit down and try very hard not to cry as you take your boots off, leaving them on your desk along with the rest of your office clothes. You take a last look around the bare room that's been your work station for the past three years. Before you leave you gather up the few personal items you've had on your desk - a picture of your friend Mairie, a couple of knick-knacks.

The elevator ride down and your walk out of the building are thankfully uneventful.