Have Gina cause a scene

You sit at your desk in the middle of the bullpen, trying desperately to look like you’re focused on the paperwork in front of you. It’s impossible. Amy Santiago is sitting directly across from you, legs crossed, wearing that tight navy pencil skirt that hugs her thighs and hips perfectly. Every time she leans forward to write something, her blouse pulls tight across her chest. Every time she shifts in her chair, you catch a glimpse of smooth skin where her skirt rides up.

Your cock is rock hard, straining painfully against your pants. You’ve been stuck like this for twenty minutes and it’s only getting worse.

You can’t jerk off at your desk. Not with Amy right there. Not in the middle of the bullpen.

But you also can’t keep sitting here like this.

Heart pounding, you slowly pull your phone into your lap and text the one person in the precinct shameless enough to help with something like this.

You: Gina. Emergency. I’m painfully hard at my desk because of Amy and I need to cum ASAP without her noticing. Help.

You see the three dots appear almost immediately.

Gina: Say less, perv. I got you

A minute later, Gina struts into the bullpen in her usual dramatic fashion, holding a large iced coffee and a thick stack of folders. She makes a show of complaining loudly about filing as she walks past your desk.

Then she “accidentally” trips.

The entire iced coffee spills directly into your lap - ice cubes and all - soaking the front of your pants completely.

“OH MY GOD, PERALTA!” Gina shrieks theatrically. “I am SO sorry! I’m such a klutz today!”

Amy looks up, startled. “Jake, are you okay?”

You play along, standing up quickly with your hands covering the massive wet spot (and conveniently hiding your raging erection).

“Yep! All good! Just… very cold and wet,” you say, voice a little strained.

Gina is already grabbing your arm and pulling you toward the hallway.

“I’ll help him clean up! I feel so bad. I’ll get paper towels!” she announces dramatically, practically dragging you away.

The second you’re out of the bullpen and around the corner, Gina shoves you into the small, rarely-used copy room and locks the door behind her.

“You owe me so big for this,” she says, already dropping to her knees in front of you. “Amy’s clueless face was priceless.”

She yanks your soaked pants and underwear down just enough to free your throbbing cock. It springs out, hard and leaking, right in front of her face.

“Damn, Peralta. No wonder you were dying,” Gina smirks, clearly impressed. “All that because Santiago crossed her legs? Pathetic. Hot. But pathetic.”

She doesn’t waste time. Gina wraps her soft lips around your cock and sinks down, taking you deep in one smooth motion. Her mouth is warm and eager as she starts sucking you fast and sloppy, one hand stroking the base while the other squeezes your balls.

You groan, gripping the edge of the copier behind you.

“Fuck, Gina… you’re a genius,” you pant.

She pulls off just long enough to smirk up at you, stroking you fast with her hand.

“Obviously. Now shut up and cum down my throat before Amy gets suspicious.”

She dives back down, sucking you harder, hollowing her cheeks and working you with expert precision. The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth echo in the small copy room. It only takes a couple of minutes before the pressure becomes too much.

You grab her hair and thrust into her mouth as you cum hard, groaning her name while pumping thick ropes straight down her throat. Gina swallows every drop like a pro, milking you until you’re completely spent.

When she finally pulls off, she wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, stands up, and straightens her top like nothing happened.

“There. Crisis averted,” she says smugly. “Now go change into the spare pants in your locker and try not to get hard again just from watching Santiago breathe.”

“Oh, and next time you’re gonna owe me more than just a favor, Peralta,” she says with a wink. “I expect front-row seats to whatever freaky shit you and Santiago eventually get up to.”

You’re still catching your breath, dazed and retort with the only thing you can think of

“Gina… you’re terrifyingly good at sucking a guy off.”

“I know,” she says, unlocking the door. “Now go. I’ll tell Amy you spilled coffee on yourself and had to change. You’re welcome.”

She saunters out like she didn’t just suck the soul out of you, leaving you standing there with soaked pants and a very satisfied cock.

You quickly head to your locker, already wondering how the hell you’re going to look Amy in the eye when you get back.