No

As much as Alex is enjoying being drilled by her ****, part of her waits for the door to fly open. Then again she doesn't care if she's fired, or if anyone decides to watch or join in. Her captive is fucking her just right like he is a long time lover of hers. She can't wait to have him in her bed and take complete control of him.

She knows her climax is inevitable. Her knees become weak. Her cries become louder. The Streaker knows he's doing a great job at satisfying his captor. Alex clenches her teeth, trying to muffle her pleasured cries as she's sent over the edge. During her orgasm, the Streaker says "I'm gonna cum."

"Pull out. I'll finish you off."

The Streaker obeys. Alex decides that her **** has more than earned a reward, so she crouches down and starts sucking on the tip of his cock. Her tongue dances on the tip as she then strokes him off. He grunts before erupting inside of her mouth, launching ropes of his salty seed inside of her mouth. Alex swallows every drop, before saying "Good job ****."

"Thank you Miss."

"Alright, I'll go see if I can find your clothes."

"Okay Miss."

Alex puts on her clothes and then goes back out and checks with John who's now awake. He says "A few men brought some clothes in. I think they belong to the streaker."

"Yeah about that. Look he said it was a prank on their behalf and they stole his clothes. I think it's best if just let him off with a warning."

John shrugs and says "Sounds fair."

Alex heads back to the interrogation room and deviously smirks at having gotten away with dominating the Streaker, right behind her boss' back. She gives the Streaker his clothes who grabs them without saying a thing.Alex writes down her address, before saying "Be there by 7:30."

"Yes Miss."