John Doe to security

The two of you get through a few more offices before you hear Alicia’s voice over the office intercom, “John Doe to security immediately.”

You feel your heart sink as you hear this and you know that something is up. Security never wants to see anyone unless that person is totally screwed. “Fuck, now I am done for,” you moan as the words sink in.”

“What do you mean,” Becky asked. “Why is that a bad thing?”

“Do you have any brains at all,” you spit back at her? “Why the fuck do you think they want to see me? They know what we were doing. They probably have cameras all over the place. They probably were watching us in Ms. Jones office.”

“Do you really thing so,” Becky said with half a smile on her face. “That sounds so dirty some how, gives me an added thrill. Do you think there were other men watching while you fucked me? Hmm, I wonder if we can get the tape.”

“Get the tape! Are you fucking crazy? We are going to be fired. Come on with me and let’s get this over with.”

“They didn’t ask for me to come with you, they just wanted you. See, think about it. This is probably something else, some routine thing. They would fire both of us if it was them being pissed about you fucking me.”

You are not so sure and you mumble back at her, “Maybe I was the one being fucked.”

You headed to the basement office where the security trolls lived. Becky trailed along beside you. You were glad that you had made her put her bra and panties back on as at least now she looked a little bit presentable instead of looking like the mailroom guy’s fuck toy. You walk into the small waiting room in the security area and say to the fat old woman at the desk, “I’m John Doe, and someone called me down here."

She gives you an evil eye as if she knows all of your sins just by looking at you and growls, “Down the hall, third door on the right. Sergeant Knowles called for you.”

You nod at her in thanks and head down the hall Becky following close behind you. Becky starts to give you advice, “Now don’t confess anything. Wait until they prove something. It is always better to not talk to the cops. Don’t let her get you talking.”

You wonder for a moment why Becky knows how to not talk to the cops but then you are in front of the door. Your mouth is dry and your stomach is doing flips as you stand before the door. You give it a timid knock and …