Director Newman on an interesting phone call

Ava made sure to bite her tongue so she didn't gasp or make any other sound that would give away her presence. The Director Newman was seated in a cushy, comfortable chair, stone faced except for the occasional twitch or twinge in his expression. He appeared to be on a phone call and was doing an admirable job of keeping his voice steady. Agent Hope had to give him credit. If she didn't see it herself, she wouldn't think he had any reason to sound different. But even though his tone and voice didn't waver in the least, his face showed he was struggling to maintain his composure. And the reason was kneeling at his feet along with his pants and underwear gathered at his ankles. Banshee's fellow operative Angel was in front of the Director, thong pulled down just below her knees and a hand disappearing under her dress. The way her blonde braid moved while the wet sounds and moaning emanated from his crotch made it fairly easy to guess what was going on. Did Angel volunteer for this or did the Director make a 'request' of her? Either way, Agent Hope had to admit it was turning her on. If she'd gotten to the room first and Newman had ordered her to get on her knees and service him like a cheap hooker, would she? Ava could tell herself she'd say 'No', but she felt like she was protesting too much. The Director wasn't in the best of shape, he was pudgy, pasty and almost completely bald, but the thought of being in Angel's place, blowing her boss made Ava start to soak her thong. Ava was already picturing if the situation was reversed and Angel had walked in on her and Newman in such position. The great Banshee, caught sucking her boss' dick like a needy slut? Ava stopped her hand from creeping under her dress and into her underwear like Angel when she realized it was happening. Honestly? Agent Hope couldn't guarantee she wouldn't keep sucking if she was caught.

As Ava watched the back of Angel's head bounce away in their boss' lap, she considered if Angel was trying to sleep her way up. Maybe the Director was her type? Or maybe she was such a massive slut, she'd fuck anything with a pulse. Ava mentally shrugged, she didn't judge.

Keeping the sight of Angel bobbing face down in Newman's lap in her peripheral, the pale Agent Hope focused on the call the Director was on.

"We're looking to make some new acquisitions." he paused. "Donny knows The Beast." Another pause. "Agreed. All professional." Angel's blowjob got noticeably more enthusiastic while her slurping and moaning rose in volume. Newman's expression tightened, but his voice stayed the same. "See you there." he said as he hung up and put the phone down on the table.

"Mmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" Angel vocalized her pleasure from a cock-stuffed mouth. Given the way the gorgeous blonde was writhing on her own hand, Ava guessed both she and the Director were close.

Ava could leave them to their...encounter. They didn't need to rondevous for about ten more minutes. That should be enough time for them to finish and put themselves together. Or she could head back to her room and relieve some tension. Watching such a casually slutty display had gotten her juices flowing. Then again, what stopped her from just walking in and joining them? Ava wore a naughty smile at the idea. This mission might be a lot more fun than she thought.