Lullaby

“Sister Eye?” you called out, after getting comfy in your bed. You had to prop yourself up and keep your injured arms level.

“Yes Doctor?” came that soothing digitized voice.

“Um… bring up camera… uh… whatever is on Doctor McGee. Please,” you added.

“Certainly Doctor,” the AI complied. The screen at the foot of your bed blinked on and the live security footage focused. You saw the lab and the doctor standing by the cum analyzer, but she was not checking the monitors or readings. She studied your cum on her fingers, seemed mesmerised for a moment… then tasted you. You heard yourself gasp and stared at the camera feed. The Doctor… made a face, one that was not especially pleasant, pulling her hand away and shaking her head. She quickly moved over to a basin, where you think you heard spitting, the camera panning to her rinsing your leavings off her hands. You wondered what that was. A test on herself? You had to agree that the results were demonstratively negative in terms of a cum addiction.

Not sure if you were relieved or disappointed you continued watching as the doctor left the lab. You recognized the gym, and Tina strolled past the lense in her bathrobe at her marching pace. The camera angle transitioned with her path and you tracked her eventual disappearance into the entryway of the showers. The camera stayed there, outside of the bathroom.

“That’s it?” you asked, although you kinda knew that would happen.

“There are no cameras in the shower and bathroom facilities,” Sister Eye told you. Well obviously. Damn. Maybe you should just go to sleep then. It wasn’t like you could even do anything with your arms immobile... “But there are audio receivers via the telecoms.”

You perked up. “Would you like to listen in?” she inquired.

“Y-yes,” you answered quickly, blinking at the screen and the tiny little ‘eye’ symbol on the top right corner.

There came a slight distorted buzz in whatever speakers were in your room and the soft sound of running water could be heard. You tried to squint your ears. You imagined now a steamy scene of that tall brunette scientist, water streaming down her lithe body, hair pouring down her back. What you wouldn’t give to be able to see that for real.

“Fuck…”

You heard the small voice through the speaker, a little filtered but still quite clear. “Mmm… fuck me…” It was breathy and a little hard to hear through the sound of the shower.

Now you sat up. You weren’t sure that you expected to hear anything. You had felt a twinge of guilt even eaves dropping to just the sound of the rushing water, though you were definitely prepared to spy on her via cameras in the first place. This casual invasion of privacy was not cool, you knew, but you couldn’t help yourself. Now you could hear her moaning and you could make a pretty well informed guess as to why. You imagined what she was doing… probably rubbing herself under between the legs with- “Fuck me Diana... “ she said. You almost lept out of bed but just leaned in closer to the basically static image of the camera feed at the doorway. “Fuck me… c’mon…yeahh...yeahh...”

You know you heard the name. You had to assume she was talking about Wonder Woman. There wouldn’t have been anyone else, would there? Of course not! For a few seconds you hoped to hear the amazon’s voice answer back… but it was pretty clear that Tina was alone in the shower. You decided it was the superhero she was imagining as the doctor masturbated in the shower. Probably reminiscing about old times. “Do you like that? Mmm… so wet for me…” she went on. You wouldn’t have guessed McGee to be so vocal during her self pleasure. The slight echo you heard inside that shower seemed to enhance things. “So fuckin wet...yeah… mm… me too you make me so wet Di… uhuh.. Uh huh… Uhn..hha..ha…”

You could picture both women pressing against each other in that shower, each slippery body **** to get the other off in their tangle of beautiful limbs. “Who’s better?”

Now you tilted your head, Doctor’s McGee’s imaginative roleplayed conversation having more to it than you first thought. “Am I better? Hmm? Mm… mmmm… Or is he better?” she asked, in a challenging, teasing way. You wondered what the other side of the conversation was telling her. “Tell me… who’s better? MM..ahhnn..hhhhhh... me or the doctor? Mmm… haa… haa… that’s right… haha… haaahuhhhhnn… ahnnnn… mmm… ” The words started to devolve into breathless moaning after that, but you felt yourself throb at what you heard her challenge her imaginary partner with as the doctor worked herself. You realised you could listen to this all night and closed your eyes, laying back into your bed. Even the returned erection didn’t really bother you, tenting your pajamas. “Fuck fuck fuck..yes… oh yess...annnHH!AH!” The doctor muffled her scream, yet the sound of the shower running with the absence of McGee’s voice was somehow even hotter. A few seconds later there was the short squeal of being water shut off, then a great sigh from the woman.

You didn’t bother opening your eyes again to see the screen, knowing that she probably just put on her bathrobe after that and went to bed. You drifted off replaying the sweet lullaby in your head.