Nothing unusual

Like most workplaces, Peace **** Station 17 has an in-office changing room and shower to allow the workers to keep clean and fresh during the day. Since most futa require a release at least every couple of hours there's a lot of bodily fluids produced, and when much of them end up in or on people along with the sweat that tends to result from the pure physical exertion there's a need for regular washing.

Also like many other workplaces the showers here are on the bottom floor with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street. There's a certain competetiveness between various government agencies and other places of employment regarding the attractiveness of their staff so they like to take this chance to show off their assets. It can also be a useful recruiting tool.

You're alone in the elevator down, and there aren't that many people in the changing room either. You kiss hello with a couple of other girls you know and curtsy to the only futa you see there. Even though she's busy fucking another girl up against the wall and wouldn't notice if you didn't, the Peace **** tends to be strict about protocol.

For similar reasons you take one of the showers near the window, once you've put your clothes away in one of the storage boxes: As the assistant to a high-ranking officer, your employers expect you to display yourself to the public as part of your service to the state. There isn't much foot traffic at this time of day, but again, protocol.

You wash yourself quickly, not because you mind the few onlookers who glance your way or stop for a minute or two, but because you know your shower time will be monitored and tallied and you don't want to seem like you're wasting government time and resources. Besides, the Sub-Commander will want you back behind your desk, or under hers.

You put your shoes, skirt, and top back on, stopping to exchange a kiss and a few words with Lis who works at the External Communications office. Like all ExCom workers she's stunningly beautiful, with an expressive face, full lips, and blonde curls to die for, and even though her body's a bit more ordinary you know she doesn't need to go to bed alone unless she wants to. You've stayed over at her place a handfull of times and she's a skilled if conventional lover.

You watch together as the futa you saw when coming in finishes fucking the girl she had pushed up against the wall, shooting a big load of cum over her back, then leads her away towards the showers taking about "round three". She had the tough, athletic look of a patrol officer so most likely she'd been out on the streets for a few hours without a chance to fuck anyone and was making up for lost time. Now that you've seen her face you recognize the girl as one of the newer ones in the office pool who aren't assigned to any particular officer.

You exchange some gossip with Lis - a couple of officers from your station will provide security for a visiting vid star, her new boss is a bit of a bitch, there's rumors some terrorists were arrested last week - then kiss her goodbye. If you'd had the time you would have made out with her a bit, but you're both in a bit of a hurry and neither of your bosses are exactly patient with girls who dawdle in the showers.

On your way up you share the elevator with one of the other Sub-Commanders' sergeants who has you bare your tits so she can fondle them a bit, so you're a little flushed when you get back to your desk where your boss' eleven o'clock appointment is already waiting, at least ten minutes early.