Tell me who did this

Another request for my presence at the office had come through via a Jessica email. My arrival saw Greg and his sissy in their normal places, nothing out of the ordinary. Jessica came out of her office, where I was expecting the usual warm greeting, but instead she was cold and stern.

“This way please.”

I was very surprised to see an older man sitting behind her desk.

“Sit down Mandy” his voice boomed across the room. He was dressed in a cheap, wrinkled and worn suit that gave him the appearance of a miser. His words did carry the type of authority, however, that seemed out of place with his appearance.

I reached my seat and he began his interrogation, Jessica stood either her arms crossed behind her back slightly behind and to the left of the man who would question me.

“I found the strangest coincidence yesterday. For whatever reason, the monitors we have in place at your house malfunctioned for just over an hour yesterday, which should have tripped a notification on our end to send a technician out, but it seems there was no malfunction after all. They were simply turned off.”

I swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. I considered my response very carefully, but the best I could come up with through my openly apparent panic was a simple and inquisitive “oh?”

“Yeah, oh. Problem is, there’s only two people who could have done this and they are both in this room. I know it wasn’t I, and Jessica was not in the building at the time, so what I want to know, is how you are able to accomplish this, and what you did while you had your privacy.”

Again, my anxiety rose. I answered in a shaky voice, clearly nervous from the ramifications of my predicament, “I’m not quite sure. But I didn’t do anything special last night.”

“I’m going to ask you more plainly, who fucked you last night and how did they get access to our security?”

I looked over at Jessica who showed no signs of panic as I did. She just stared coldly at me, with no implications of affection as she had many times in the past. This was not the Jessica I made love to last night, this was the Jessica who cast me to the gloryhole like the first time we’d met. And if I though I was in trouble then, that doesn’t compare at all to what I was in for now.

“Mandy, it’s not that I have any doubt you’ve allowed your virginity to be taken, I am more concerned with how you were able to breech our security. You don’t understand how crucial these monitors are to the safety of our sissies. In addition, we only want to present the best product for our customers. And we can’t have sluts like you mucking the whole thing up. So I will ask you one final time. Who came to your house last night.”

My head sank. There was no doubt anyone of my fate, the only question remaining was would I take Jessica down with me. Would the believe me if I told them. Sounds like she had already cooked up an alibi. On top of that, my feelings for her were getting in the way as well. Maybe that was the biggest obstacle. Either way, I just sat on pathetic silence. Finally, the man across from me had enough.

“Have it your way. Jessica, could you see to it that our little whore here gets her spot I. One of our group fucking rooms. Make sure to put out a notification to our members that there’s a fresh slut ready for gangbangs. And be sure to tell include that this is the same sissy who was so renowned in stall 18. That’ll bring plenty of dick in for her.”