GCHQ

Rachel pulls up outside the security gate, and let the barrier scan the barcode on your phone. It swings open instantly, and you look back at Asami with a smile. The petite Japanese girl doesn't even notice, buried in her laptop as she puts the finishing touches to the program you had requested. When you turn back to the front, you see the huge donut-shaped building that houses GCHQ, the UK government's hub for digital intelligence and security. And one of the most powerful online listening stations in the world.

"Stay here, Rachel," you order, getting out of the car as IQ does the same.

Rachel bows her head. "Your Black Swan will be ready if you need her, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}."

You and your **** walk towards the building's glass-fronted entrance. Before you even make it there a dark-skinned woman intercepts you. You quickly appraise her - she is attractive, but not outlandishly so; mature, yet young; dressed in a suit which is form-fitting yet muted; and she stops in front of you, looking at her feet humbly. "I live to serve you, my {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}."

"You must be Jessica," you nod, glad the XX league agent is ready. "Lead on, please."

You follow your recently converted **** into GCHQ. It is... not as grand as you had expected. But your keen eye spots cameras, security guards, signal jamming equipment, and much more, denoting the quiet importance of this institution. You pass right through this hive of security, {if Futa==true}paying no mind to the jealous looks your body attracts,{else}passing through the metal detector and X-ray without incident,{endif} before following Jessica through the turnstiles. You breathe a small sigh of relief when IQ's barcodes continue to work, but know you shouldn't have been worried. Your hyper-intelligent **** could outthink GCHQ's entire security net in her sleep. However, there were some things even Asami couldn't hack.

Ayo rolled his head from side to side, trying to work out the last aches from his morning work out. Standing guard in front of the only Level 8 Security door in GCHQ was a pretty dull job, but at least it paid well. Feeling her eyes on him, Ayo glanced across at his partner, Kate. She had short blonde hair and a build that made Ayo reconsider his lack of interest in white girls. The corner of her lip curled in a smile as their eyes met, but she turned back to look down the corridor. Seconds later Ayo saw a recognisable figure turn the corner towards them - but he frowned as he saw another two accompanying her.

"Good morning, Ms Adayemi," nodded Kate to the department head. "Who are your companions?"

{if Futa==true}Ayo was studying them as she spoke. One was a tiny Japanese woman - very beautiful, but not much of a threat. The other, however, cast a much more imposing figure. She wore a tailored suit and black trousers, neither of which did much to hide her phenomenal curves or powerful build. Her thighs looked strong enough to **** a man to **** without even trying, whilst her bust looked like something out of a porno. Her face was beautiful, but focused and confident. The more Ayo looked at her, the less Ayo liked the prospect of a confrontation with her.

"We're here for a security inspection." The woman's voice was seductive without even trying.

Ayo shook himself, and tapped at the digital pad in his hands. "They're not on the list, Kate." He looked over at his partner, who seemed not to have heard him, her eyes lingering on the Amazonian woman's chest. "Kate?"

"Yeah, sorry Ayo," blinked the guard, not even looking at him as she smiled at the stranger. "Would you mind coming with me please, ladies, and we can sort this out."

"Of course," she nodded, putting an arm around Kate's shoulder. Ayo was going to step forward, ready to pull her off her - but something told him not to. Instead he merely watched as the four of them walked back down the corridor, squinting with confusion as he thought he saw Kate's hand resting on the woman's ass - but they turned the corner, and he shrugged it off.

When they returned several minutes later, the gorgeous woman again had her arm around Ayo's partner - but this time Kate seemed openly enamoured with her. Her short hair was messy, her uniform askew, and she couldn't seem to keep her eyes off the woman's face. Not that Ayo was faring much better - he just didn't dare express that to such an intimidating figure.

"It's okay, Ayo," said Kate, giggling rather uncharacteristically. "I worked it all out. Let Mikaela and her friends through."

Ayo fidgeted with his pad. "Kate, we have to follow the protocol..."

"You heard her," said Mikaela with a smirk, stepping towards Ayo. The guard shrank away from her - his fight or flight instinct suddenly screaming for the latter. "Let us through."

"Of course, sorry ma'am." Ayo stepped aside, allowing Ms Adayemi to scan her fingerprint and open the door for her companions. As Mikaela passed by him, Ayo released the breath he had been holding, and tried to forget about that moment.{else}Ayo was studying them as she spoke. One was a tiny Japanese woman - very beautiful, but not much of a threat. The other, however, was a well-dressed and well-built man. The more Ayo looked at him, the less Ayo liked the prospect of a confrontation with him.

"We're here for a security inspection," the man said calmly.

Ayo tapped at the digital pad in his hands. "They're not on the list, Kate." He looked over at his partner, who seemed not to have heard him, her eyes lingering on the man's chest. "Kate?"

"Yeah, sorry Ayo," blinked the guard, not even looking at him as she smiled at the stranger. "Would you mind coming with me please, sir and madame, and we can sort this out."

"Of course," he nodded, putting an arm around Kate's shoulder. Ayo was going to step forward, ready to pull him off her - but something told him not to. Instead he merely watched as the four of them walked back down the corridor, squinting with confusion as he thought he saw Kate's hand resting on the man's ass - but they turned the corner, and he shrugged it off.

When they returned several minutes later, the man again had his arm around Ayo's partner - but this time she seemed openly enamoured with him. Her hair was messy, her uniform askew, and she couldn't seem to keep her eyes off the man's face.

"It's okay, Ayo," said Kate, giggling rather uncharacteristically. "I worked it all out. Let Michael and his friends through."

Ayo hesitated, frowning. He couldn't really blame Kate for acting that way around such a specimen of a man, but something about this still smelled... off. "Kate, we have to follow the protocol..."

"You heard her," said Michael quietly, stepping towards Ayo. The guard shrank away from him - his fight or flight instinct suddenly screaming for the latter. "Let us through."

"Of course, sorry sir." Ayo stepped aside, allowing Ms Adayemi to scan her fingerprint and open the door for her companions. As Michael passed by him, Ayo released the breath he had been holding, and tried to forget about that moment.{endif} Kate stared through the door after them, eagerly watching until the door finally hissed closed.

You watch as Asami bends over a desk, plugs into a terminal and begins the upload. This room was Project Echo, the most advanced monitoring device in the world. Emails, telephone calls, security cameras, internet searches - everything went through Echo. That was why IQ had convinced you to take her here: neither of you wanted your plans delayed by government interference. And, whilst you're here, Asami is creating a digital backdoor into Echo, so you can use its resources for your own purposes.

"It is done," says Asami, shutting her laptop and unplugging it. You step behind her, so that your bulge brushes against her lower back, and run your hands up the sides of her supple frame. The Japanese girl gasps, hyper-sensitive to your touch.

"Good girl," you smile. Asami bites her lip. "Your plan worked perfectly. You will be rewarded when we get back home."

"Th-thank you, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," she breathes, still trembling from your touch.

Jessica escorts the two of you back the way you came, past the guard who had been very accommodating to your needs, through the atrium, and back outside. As you blink, adjusting to the sunlight, you squint at what you assume is a jet trail - but your eyes widen as you realise it's not; it's a person. Coming right at you. The white-and-gold figure grows larger at an alarming rate, before she slams to a halt just metres in front of you, hovering in mid-air. The sonic boom hits you an instant later.

"{if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} Abbott, you are under arrest," glowers Ultragirl.