Marie reached out and brushed her gloved fingers against the console, pointedly ignoring a small flutter of perverse anticipation. The security system indulged her by bringing up another recording.
Chief of Security Lemar was bent over the visitor's side of her desk, her trim body naked save for a short uniform jacket, the security logo prominently emblazoned on the shoulder pads. Behind the chief stood a young man, partially dressed in a security jumpsuit. Marie thought he may have been the same one she had seen reporting to the chief in the first video, but it was difficult to be sure. The man rutted into Lemar, his hands grasping and pawing at her lithe waist, each thrust sending her slim body sliding forward over the desktop. The chief met each thrust with a shake of her hips, driving herself backwards to take him deeper with the skill and enthusiasm of a seasoned whore. One her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, steadying herself, while the other was behind her, tangled in the man's clothing, desperately pulling and tugging at him.
Lemar's shoulder-length hair was in disarray, plastered across her flushed forehead in thick, matted strands. They must have been going at it for a while. Marie could see the woman's mouth working soundlessly. As if response, the man lifted up one his hands, and brought it down sharply on Lemar's taught ass - again, and again, until the woman pitched herself up, her body twitching chaotically. The camera angle gave Marie a good look at her ecstatic face - eyes rolled up, mouth open in a soundless wail. Behind her, the man hilted himself inside the chief and his thrusts lost their rhythm as he found his release as well.
After a while, Lemar collapsed back down onto the desktop. The man behind her stepped back, and with a parting smack on the chief's upturned ass, he turned and walked out of the open office door. He didn't bother fixing his uniform. Lemar stayed where she was, her chest pressed against the top of her desk. My god, she must be dripping, Marie thought distractedly, and what about the others? Wha-?
Her unspoken question was answered as she watched another security officer enter the chief's office - tall, dark-skinned, his uniform half-unbuttoned. Lemar greeted him with an inviting wiggle of her hips. The man walked up behind her, his hand casually grasping her ass. Marie held back a groan as she watched Lemar's face while her new fuck-partner slid himself inside her.
When the video cut out seconds later, Marie rewound it at once. I just need to double-check the date, she told herself, just the date. She watched the whole scene again, twice, just to be sure. By the third viewing, she couldn't hold back her sympathetic moans.
Still, she did check the date. Two days before the distress signal went out, Chief Lemar was taking on all comers in her office.
Marie eyed the renaming security video files with a mixture of apprehension and arousal, then reached out and queued up the next recording.
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