10am

10:00 AM

The bullpen is in full swing when Holt casually sends the next order.

Holt: Rosa just went into Interrogation Room 2 with a suspect. You have 12 minutes. Make it count.

Amy looks at you with wild, excited eyes and nods toward Rosa’s desk.

Your plug is still buzzing on a low setting, keeping you achingly hard and leaking. You walk over to Rosa’s station like you’re just grabbing a file. The chair is still warm from her - black leather, slightly worn, perfectly positioned so her ass presses right where you need it to.

You don’t even sit down fully.

You unzip quickly, pull your throbbing cock out under the desk, and start stroking fast and ****. Amy stands guard nearby, pretending to chat with you while actually blocking the view and fingering herself under her skirt.

“Fuck, she sits here every day…” you mutter under your breath.

Amy’s voice is breathy. “Coat the whole seat. I want to feel it soak through my skirt.”

The risk is insane. Rosa could walk out any second. Your hand flies up and down your shaft until your balls tighten. You lean forward and unload - thick, ropey strands of cum splatter across the black leather seat in heavy stripes. You milk yourself thoroughly, even wiping the tip across the fabric so the entire sitting area is glazed with your fresh load.

The second you’re done, Amy moves.

She walks over like it’s completely normal, hikes her tight skirt up just enough, and sits directly in the warm pool of your cum. A soft, wet squelch is audible as she grinds down, smearing your load all over her bare ass and pussy lips. The plug in her ass pushes deeper as she settles.

“God… it’s so warm,” she whispers, biting her lip hard. “I can feel it soaking into me.”

She starts subtly rocking her hips in slow circles, grinding your cum into her skin and between her folds while pretending to work. Her cheeks are flushed dark red. Every few seconds a tiny shiver runs through her body.

Rosa storms out of the interrogation room twelve minutes later, looking pissed. She heads straight for her desk.

Amy doesn’t move.

Rosa stops right next to her. “Santiago, why the hell are you in my chair?”

Amy smiles sweetly, voice slightly strained. “Sorry, mine is uncomfortable today. Just needed a change. I’ll move in a second.”

Rosa narrows her eyes but shrugs. “Whatever. Just don’t get your weird girl cooties on it.”

She waits. Amy finally stands up slowly, leaving a very obvious wet, shiny patch on the black leather - your cum mixed with Amy’s juices now glistening under the fluorescent lights.

Rosa sits down without hesitation, right in the creamy mess.

You watch from your desk as Rosa shifts once… twice… then settles in. She frowns slightly, reaches under her thigh, and rubs her fingers together, feeling the slickness.

“The fuck is this?” she mutters.

Amy, now standing beside you, is practically vibrating with arousal. She texts you:

Amy: She’s sitting in your cum right now. I can see it on the back of her jeans. I’m going to cum just watching this.

Rosa shifts again, then - to your shock - she subtly presses down harder, almost like she’s grinding into it. A few seconds later she brings her fingers to her nose, sniffs once, and her eyebrows shoot up.

She slowly turns her head and looks directly at you and Amy.

The smirk that spreads across Rosa Diaz’s face is terrifying.

She knows.

And from the way she deliberately drags two fingers through the mess on her chair and brings them to her mouth… she doesn’t seem to mind.

Holt’s voice suddenly comes through on a private text to just you and Amy:

Holt: Excellent work. Rosa just volunteered herself for tomorrow’s special project.

Holt: Now both of you, my office. Bring the leftover coffee from the main pot. I want Santiago to pour it over her tits while Peralta fucks her on my desk.