Sex tape

[PLAY]

It’s late in the evening. CEO Veronica Cale is sitting at her desk going over some reports. She’s dressed in an elegant black suit jacket, white shirt, black skirt, hose, and black pumps, managing to look professional and sexy at the same time.

Veronica looks up as there’s a noise, and the camera pans unevenly over to find Wonder Woman standing in front of the window as if she just flew in. “Wonder Woman!” Veronica says in a voice that doesn’t sound at all surprised. “What brings you by at such a late hour?”

Wonder Woman walks over to the desk and strikes a power pose with her fists on her hips. “I’m here to bring you to justice, Ms. Cale. I know everything, the people you’ve hurt, all the people you’ve bribed, all the…” she hesitates like she’s trying to remember her lines, “all the shady deals you’ve made. It ends tonight! You’re going down!” The sound quality is pretty bad, but it sounds like they’re both slurring their words a little?

Veronica leans back in her chair, looking unflappable. “My my, those are a lot of accusations. But I didn’t hear any actual crimes, let alone any evidence to support them?” She uncrosses and re-crosses her legs, showing as much thigh as humanly possible.

Wonder Woman gives a dismissive wave and stomps her foot like a petulant child. “Don’t talk to me about evidence! I’m an Amazon! We have our own ways of getting to the truth!” The heroine walks towards Veronica as she unsnaps a yellow rope from her belt, almost fumbling it.

Veronica stands as the Amazon loops the rope around her wrists. “Tell the truth!” the heroine proclaims as the camera wobbles a bit then stabilizes.

Veronica holds her head up proudly. “Oh I will. We both know the real reason you’re here, don’t we?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wonder Woman says haughtily as she wraps the rope around Veronica’s body.

“You’re drawn to me. You talk about female empowerment but at the end of the day you’re just a dumb bimbo in a cheerleader outfit. You didn’t earn any of your so-called powers. So when you meet The Real Deal you both resent me and desire me. Don’t you?”

Wonder Woman tosses her hair, nearly dislodging the black wig. “I’m the one asking the questions!” she says, then suddenly pulls Veronica into a kiss.

[>>]

Veronica is bent over the back of an office chair wearing only her underwear and heels. Wonder Woman spanks her on the ass…

[>>]

Veronica is tied down on her own desk, underwear gone, moaning sensually as Wonder Woman works her crotch with an oversized vibrator.

[>>]

Two male security guards have entered the room and are “fighting” Wonder Woman, while Veronica moans from the desktop.

[>>]

One of the guards has Wonder Woman in a headlock; she struggles feebly as the other guard unties Veronica from the desk.

[>>]

Wonder Woman is tied to the coffee table with her own lasso; her costume top pulled down exposing her breasts. Her head is bent back and one of the guards has his dick in her mouth, while the other pulls aside the crotch of her shorts. Veronica stands by in nothing but hose & heels, drinking from a champagne bottle and pouring a little over the bound heroine’s breasts.

[>>]

Veronica and the guards snort lines of coke off Wonder Woman’s bare ass.

[>>]

Guard #1 is fucking Wonder Woman on the couch. Guard #2 has bent Veronica over the edge of the desk and is fucking her from behind.

[>>]

Veronica and Wonder Woman are scissoring each other while they jerk off the guards.

[Pause]

“The girl-on-girl bit was a solid addition,” you say appreciatively.

“Oh yeah. Coke and kink the Board could overlook, but lesbian sex? They’d for sure push her out over that.”

You look over at Mousey Tech – actual name Abby – who has her lab coat on over the lacy red lingerie but left the coat open in front. You raise your champagne flute, “To the best underground porn tape cell phone camera operator in the business!”

“To Guard Number Two slash writer-director-producer!” she replies. You clink glasses and sip expensive bubbly. “You’re sure this’ll work and she won’t come after me?”

“Veronica was sure, and the lasso was sure that she was sure.” That sentence had a little too much champagne in it. “Forget about the Board, forget all the illegal stuff we copied; she’s far more scared of being turned into a laughing stock. She won’t dare come after either of us with that hanging over her head.”

Abby takes another drink and leans over conspiratorially, “So who was the better fuck, Veronica or Colleen?”

“A gentleman never tells. But I’m a fucking bastard, so definitely Veronica.”

You both finish your glasses and stand up, each pocketing a thumb drive full of video and data. “What are you going to do with her?” Abby points at the real Wonder Woman, still sleeping on the conference table. Diana let’s out a tiny little snort and Abby rolls her eyes, “God, she even snores cute.”

“Oh you know, fun and games. Sure I can’t persuade you to join us?” You very deliberately run your eyes over her exposed lingerie-clad body.

She shakes her head. “You’re a hoot Big Boy, but you’re so not my type. Plus apparently I need to start job hunting. You have my number for emergencies, but frankly I hope I never see you again.”

You give a lazy wave as Abby departs, and you look over to the sleeping Amazon. “Fun. And games.”