Security room

You take him through the staff entrance and up the stairs to the security office. You open the door to an unexpected sight. The blonde woman you had instructed the security team to get into privacy is still in her submissive blowjob pose, dutifully performing on a security guard.

"Oh god. Sorry." The F.B.I. agent behind you bumps into you as you stop in the doorway and the guard jumps.

"Woah!" There's a pop as he pulls his cock free from her mouth and scrambles to pull his pants up over his erection. "I thought I locked that!"

The poor woman's lips slowly part and widen into their 'O' shape as some drool lands on her black jeans.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You feel rage build.

"I'm trying to help!" His face slowly reddens.

"You're trying to help?! What are you talking about?" You notice her makeup is smudged from some kind of liquid on her face. "What's this on her face?"

He looks sheepish.

"IS THAT --?!"

"Of course! He said 'finish on her face 5 times to free her'. He did the first one but he said he had to go."

You frown.

The kneeling woman rolls her eyes.

"Two more to go..," he continues, quietly, sensing that he might have made a judgement error.

"He said--? He's wrong. You have to finish in her mouth. Who is this 'he,' anyway?!"

"The young man who helped me bring her up!"

You pace, frustrated. "Did he by any chance take photos with her?"

"Yeah!"

"YOU DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS STRANGE?!" You step towards him, furious at his lack of initiative.

"I .. well ... " He backs away from you towards the desk behind him. "It's magic I guess."