Listen

Mercy stepped quietly into the bathroom. Maria was a decent asset, but Lane was smart, and not to be underestimated, unpredictable. Mercy smiled as she palmed the box with the green kryptonite. If Lane gave her any trouble...

Soft as a panther, Mercy padded toward the only closed stall. There were sounds from within, two bodies, moving; the bodyguard wondered if the reporter had somehow gotten the advantage of their agent. If that was the case, she'd have ****...

A cry of passion halted Mercy in her tracks.

She paused, senses focused. It wasn't pain. Mercy knew what pain sounded like, in all of its varieties. This was...something else.

Tentatively, careful not to let her feet be seen from beneath the walls or door of the stall, she leaned in, bringing her ear close.

There was a wet slurping sound, rhythmic and steady, and a familiar voice panting...each pant seeming to come a little faster than the last, building up into a crescendo, becoming a low and steady moan. Not some porn star's exclamation or howl, but a back-of-the-throat purr that seemed to last right through the panting.

The slurps had stopped, the wet licks replaced by a sort of wet schlick-schlick sound. One that Mercy knew all too well, from long nights on stake-out duty, jamming two fingers into her puss over and over just to keep awake.

Mercy stood there, frozen, barely breathing, just listening to them. She knew that Lex wanted Lois prepped for the experiment as soon as possible, knew that Maria was not going to get her there—not preoccupied like that—but she also knew that neither of them knew she was there. They were all alone in their little world. She could burst their bubble at any time, catch them in flagrante delicto...

The panting moans increased in pitch again, and Mercy felt a familiar itch in her pussy. Her free hand slid down the front of her pants...down past her underwear, over the smooth stubble where she hadn't shaved in a day or two, first two fingers sliding over her clit to hook and slide into her slit. The bodyguard bit her lip. She was already soaked. How long had it been, since she had gotten off? A month? When he was onto a new project, Lex was a maniac, barely sleeping, constantly demanding...she hadn't had any time to herself...

The schlick-schlick paused, then—a sudden exclamation of surprise from inside the stall. Mercy froze, fingers still two knuckles deep in her puss. Then Lois' voice spoke, low and sultry. Mercy had to strain to catch the words.

"Hmm, you like that? Like my fingers in both your holes? Dirty bitch." The wet schlick-schlick resumed, but different this time.

Shocker. Mercy thought, as she resumed pushing her fingers in and out of her own puss. That's what Lane must be doing. Two fingers in her puss, maybe a thumb in her ass... She visualized the barmaid bent over the toilet, hips shaking as the reporter slid her fingers in and out of that wet puss, thumb pressed into her tight pink asshole...maybe Maria would have her top off, those pierced tits smooshed up against the toilet...maybe they were both naked in there, the dirty little sluts....