Back at headquarters

You've had a rough couple of days. Bobby managed to fire the device six more times before the van that was suppose to pick you up arrived. After three times your partner remembered he had a cell phone and started recording. When you came into HQ the next day, with a still sore pussy from the cumming marathon Bobby bestowed on you, you realized that the footage had been sent out and spread like wild fire in the office. Everybody had seen the clip of you writhing around on the floor in a dirty alleyway, furiously masturbating, ripping the clothes from your own body.

All day guys came up to you to ask you out, but that was one of the least annoying responses. You heard women whispering, calling you a slut behind your back. There were guys that came up to you to tell you how much they enjoyed the clip or to ask if they could help make the sequel. There was even one guy who pulled out his phone while you were eating lunch to show you his favorite parts.

In the afternoon you went to see Harry, the head and sole employee of the HR department. When you entered his office you found him furiously jerking off to the clip on his computer. You left him, but when you came back an hour later he told you he couldn't help you. He said that he had already masturbated to the clip five times that day and that he couldn't possibly get involved because he was too close to the case now. When you asked what you should do he just shrugged his shoulders and answered something noncommittal about it all blowing over in a couple of days. In any other business you could seek legal action, but because you're a secret agent you can't just go public with workplace disputes.

So you just put your head down and got to work, trying to ignore the lecherous stares and the snide remarks. After a couple of days at your desk you get called into the chief's office.

When you get there you are welcomed by the sight of the chief's secretary, Veronica. She's a beautiful, young redhead. She can't be much older then twenty, has a slim waist and a bust that makes you jealous. She wears tight blouses, with one more button opened than what would strictly be considered decent. Her form hugging skirts help accentuate her curves, without making her ass look fat. She somehow manages to look professional and still ooze sexuality in a way that makes you both a little uncomfortable and a little envious. Every two or three years the chief hires a new secretary. They're always young and gorgeous, and they never like you. Veronica is no different.

You smile as you walk up to here desk, but she doesn't look up from her computer. "I'm here to see the chief," you tell her.

"Have you got an appointment," she asks you.

"I just got a phone call that he wanted to see me."

Finally she looks up at you and sighs. "All right, you can go right in," she says. You walk past her desk to the door to the chiefs office. "I saw your film debut, by the way," she can't help but say to your back. "Maybe you should think about a career switch, you looked so much more in your place in front of a camera." You turn around to tell her what's what, but Veronica has already turned to her computer and is ignoring you. You sigh, and let it slip. You press down the door handle and enter the chief's office.