Staff Briefing

The next forty minutes are pure ****.

You and Amy sit at your desks with Holt’s drying cum visibly streaked across your faces. Anyone who actually looked would see it immediately, but somehow, in the chaos of the bullpen, no one pays close enough attention. Amy keeps subtly licking at the corners of her mouth, tasting him. You can feel it tightening on your skin every time you move.

At 6:15 PM sharp, Holt calls the squad into the main briefing area. Everyone gathers around the long table. Amy sits directly to Holt’s left. You sit on his right. Rosa, Terry, Gina, Boyle, Hitchcock, and Scully fill the rest of the seats.

Holt begins speaking in his usual calm, monotone voice about quarterly arrest statistics.

Under the table, Amy shifts. You hear the faintest wet sound as she reaches beneath her skirt, pulls the still-vibrating, cum-soaked plug out of her ass, and discreetly passes it to Holt. The thick toy is visibly glistening and dripping.

Without missing a single beat in his presentation, Holt takes the plug with his left hand… and places his right hand on your thigh.

You tense.

“Relax, Peralta,” he murmurs under his breath, so quietly only you can hear.

He presses the slick, warm plug against your asshole. You bite the inside of your cheek hard as Holt slowly but firmly pushes the large toy into you right there at the table, in front of the entire squad. The filthy mixture of cum, whiskey, and Amy’s ass juices squelches quietly as it slides deep inside you.

Holt turns the vibration up.

Your cock instantly hardens painfully in your pants. The plug feels enormous, and you can feel the warm liquid slowly leaking deeper into your guts with every pulse. You grip the edge of the table, forcing your face to remain neutral while Holt continues talking about response times like nothing is happening.

Amy is faring no better. She’s squirming in her seat, thighs clenched, clearly feeling empty and dripping. A fresh drop of Holt’s cum slides down her jawline. Gina squints at her for a second but says nothing.

Holt continues the meeting for fifteen agonizing minutes. Every time you shift, the plug moves inside you. Every time Amy breathes too sharply, Holt subtly kicks her foot under the table in warning.

Finally, the meeting ends.

“Dismissed,” Holt says. “Except for Peralta and Santiago. You two stay behind to help organize the files.”

The rest of the squad filters out. The second the door closes, Holt stands up and calmly unbuckles his belt.

“Under the table. Both of you.”

You and Amy drop to your hands and knees and crawl beneath the large conference table. Holt sits back down, spreads his legs, and pulls his thick cock and heavy balls out.

“Clean.”

Amy attacks him first - licking and sucking every inch of his shaft like a woman possessed, moaning softly as she tastes the remnants of earlier. You join her, licking and sucking on his balls while she deepthroats him. The plug in your ass keeps vibrating relentlessly, making your own cock leak all over the floor.

Holt sighs in satisfaction, one hand resting on each of your heads as he reads through reports.

“Deeper, Santiago. Peralta - lick my taint.”

You obey, completely lost in the depravity. The two of you slobber and worship his cock and balls under the table for several long minutes until Holt’s breathing finally grows slightly heavier.

He grabs Amy’s hair and pushes her all the way down, cumming straight down her throat with a quiet grunt. When he pulls her off, he aims the last few spurts across both of your already-messy faces.

Holt tucks himself away and stands up, perfectly composed once again.

“Excellent work today,” he says, looking down at the two cum-drenched, broken detectives under his table. “Tomorrow we escalate. I want Peralta’s load in the precinct’s main coffee pot before roll call. Santiago will personally deliver a ‘special’ smoothie to Rosa. And both of you will wear remote toys all day that I control.”

He adjusts his tie.

“Now go home. Sleep in the mess you’ve made. Do not shower.”

As Holt walks out, leaving you and Amy panting under the table, covered in layers of cum and completely mind-broken, Amy looks at you with wild, adoring eyes.

She crawls over, kisses you deeply - swapping Holt’s load between your tongues - and whispers against your lips:

“I’ve never been this filthy in my entire life… and I don’t want it to stop.”

She reaches back, slowly pulls the still-vibrating plug out of your ass, brings the dripping toy to her mouth, and sucks it clean while staring straight into your eyes.

“Take me home, Jake,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “I want you to fuck me while we plan tomorrow’s menu.”