She'll just wait. Mostly.

All you knew about Sub-Commander's Hurt eleven o'clock appointment beforehand was that she called her "Janie". When you get back from the showers she's already sitting in one of the visitor's chair by the door to the Sub-Commander's office, her booted feet propped up on the small table. The only things she's wearing are her combat boots, a belt, and an equipment harness, a stunner strapped to the former and the latter looking a bit empty, like she usually carries around a dozen things strapped to her body that she had to leave behind for this visit. Her skin is a dark chocolate color and her body is strong and lithe, her hair cropped down to a short black fuzz. She's idly stroking her cock when you enter and after giving you a quick look she waves for you to go to your desk.

You curtsy and begin to work through the emails that have accumulated while you've been busy. The scent of Janie's pre-cum soon reaches you and you feel yourself get a little wet, but you continue to focus on your work. After a couple of minutes she gets out of her seat and moves to stand behind you, taking your left hand and placing it on her cock while her right reaches in under your top to squeeze your breast. You continue sorting through the messages for the Sub-Commander as best you can through the combined distractions of keeping your hand moving at an even pace while Janie's hands grow more familiar with your breasts and nipples.

When the intercom buzzes to let you know Hurt is ready for her guest she steps back and releases you after giving one nipple an extra pinch. Your legs are a little wobbly when you open the door for her and you glance longingly at her bobbing cock when she steps past you.

To your surprise Hurt asks you to follow her inside.