That night, you go to infiltrate the bank and set your trap for Deathsmite, wanting 'payback' in more ways than one...

You spend the next few hours shut up tight in the room with the bed. After some time you'd heard knocks and a plaintive deep man's voice - Mike - coming through the door, saying "Lynn, I know you're upset but some of my gear is in there. We still gotta get ready for the mission, right?"

The response he'd gotten was a large bowie knife from a sheath on a belt left hanging over a chair being hurled right at the door with so much **** that the blade pierced hilt deep into the wood. Seeing that blade come poking out less than a foot away from his face sent him packing and left you to stew in your frustration.

In the midst of this bitter humiliation, you toy with the idea of doing exactly what Nightingale told you. But somehow, logic be damned, you are still more pissed off about the way she'd handled the situation than her accusations turning out to have been true. Eventually, Daisaku showed up and edged the door open, waving awkwardly.

"Did you know about this?!" you demand furiously of him.

"Hey, I see where you're coming from. I was against it at first, too." the young asian guy said with a shrug of his shoulders. "But this is a rough city, you know? Those kind of girls are gonna be part of somebody's stable any way you slice it. I know Mike is a little rough around the edges, but he's an angel compared to the scum of the earth like Red Tattoo and his gang. No one ever gets beat or threatened, and I do my best to help keep 'em off ****. The door to walking away from that business is always open."

He edges a little closer and puts a hand on your shoulder gently. "The way Mike explained it to me - what's the alternative, right? We can't just snap our fingers and make the business disappear. So it's better for someone who's not a complete psycho to be running it, right? Mike only takes 20% of what the girls make. That's less than half of what's normal in that racket. And some of it's set to the side for the girls who need it in emergencies..."

"SOME of it?" you ask irately, slapping his hand away.

Daisaku clasps a hand on the back of his neck and gives you an awkward, toothy smile. It would've been cute and endearing yesterday. Now it's infuriating. "I mean, we've got expenses too. Mainly in that the police chief expects a regular stream of gifts in exchange for letting us do our thing. Really, Lynn, you shoulda seen how bad the waterfront was before Mike got cut loose from the police **** and started doing things his own way! It's much better now!"

"Daisaku, for chrissakes, can't you see he's brainwashed you? There ain't no way that can be for the greater good! It's vile, is what it is! Shit, that porno guy Petite Mort was working with is making a more honest living than you two jokers!" you fume at him. "And don't start talking to me about how Magik Knight and Wushu Panda are shruggin' their shoulders about it! Both of those girls have got something wrong wtih them!"

"But Lynn, I-" you shove him away, causing him to stumble backwards against the wall before Daisaku can finish objecting.

"I don't wanna hear it! I'll decide what I'm going to do about Mike - and YOU - after the whole bank robbery situation is wrapped up. Right now, I'm leaning towards 'give the both 'a ya a five minute head start to start running."

Daisaku can't do much except shamefully withdraw after that. When, a few minutes later, Wushu Panda strolls in, you start to worry she's conspiring to gang up on you and win you over.

But the lithe martial arts heroine doesn't seem to consider it even worth mentioning. "Allow me to apologize sincerely for mishandling the task you assigned me, Lynn." she bows. "I tried to use my charms on the manager like Magik Knight said. But I didn't perform well. He took offense, and called me unacceptable things. I gave him ten seconds to take them back, and..." she sighs and hands her head lower. "Ai yah, I'm making excuses. I promise I'll control myself better next time. To make up for it, I will volunteer to sneak in with my silent shadow technique and prepare the trap."

"Panda," you sigh, "the controls ain't gonna be unguarded, even at night. What are you gonna do if you get caught? Again? You gonna do the same thing you did to that manager? No. And I don't trust Magik Knight to do it, either. Not after that whole disaster with poor Arrowlette. Ilyana getting some bright idea about how to make this more 'dramatic' is exactly what I don't need. I'll go in and do it myself."

"But, my stealth techniques...!" Panda begins to protest but you step close and stare her in the eyes: "Listen to me, Panda," you say, "I NEED to do this, okay? To clear my head. I can't just keep pacin' around in this little room here or I'm gonna explode and blow the roof of this place! You go and tell Mike what the plan is. An' make sure he realizes that me thinking about punching those criminals and their boss is the only thing stopping me from doing it to him right now!"

In truth, you haven't decided yet if you're going to give Mike an ultimatum to change his ways, smack him down and arrest him, or just walk away from this whole mess. You can't worry about deciding that right now. And you have to stop yourself from berating Wushu Panda again after you already accepted her apology, because... when you consider the latter two options, your imagination keeps going back to what happened in the training room last night. Thanks to Panda's damned pressure point healing technique, you are still horny. You halfway consider making use of those techniques Petite Mort taught you in the bathroom as you wait.

Besides that, if someone has to commit more crimes in the course of getting this done, it might as well be you. Panda lacks your ace in the hole of knowing La Petite Mort's embarrasing secret to ensure the League finds a way to forgive you.

....

A few hours later you are creeping towards the bank through the darkened streets. Your outfit isn't exactly stealthy or subtle. But, to Panda's credit, she managed to do a pretty thorough job of scouting the place and pinpointed the locations of all the cameras so you can avoid them. Since the main defense is the vault door, which is closed right now, the security keeping unauthorized guests from getting inside the lobby itself is not as tight as it could be.

You're dressed in a shapeless oversized, shabby coat pilfered from the vigilante duo's safehouse as a disguise - and you don't care to give it back in good condition. You use your superhuman strength and speed to leap and run up the wall to reach a high-up vent, and pry it open with your hands, tossing the cover to the ground. After what happened the last time you'd asked Magik Knight to 'blind teleport' you somewhere, you aren't in a mood to try it again, especially in a place with such thick walls.

Unfortunately you are **** to admit that perhaps Wushu Panda might have been a better choice for this after all, as your breasts can barely fit into the narrow vent passageway, forcing you to squeeze them against your chest. The rubbing sensation as you snake your way through the air vent until you can find a place to pop out is more than distracting - it's maddening. You grit your teeth the whole way.

The room you silently drop into is a a typical office. Silently, you curse yourself for not thinking to bring a flashlight as you shuck the now-torn-and-dust-covered jacket into a nearby trash bin. It's so dark in here that you can't read the titles on the doors or find your way to one of the security rooms! You came here fully prepared to use a 'brute ****' approach, since Deathsmite and her co-opted gang will be arriving in just a few hours anyway. But that doesn't help if you can't even find the place.

You slump against a wall in one of the darkened hallways and sigh. Soon, Wushu Panda, Magik Knight, and those scummy lesser-of-two-evils you are regreattably still working with, are going to set up on the streets and the nearby rooftops. But you don't know for sure that Deathsmite will be approaching from the street. She might have some way to come in from underground, or some even more exotic method - she was able to afford a combat robot, after all.

...and maybe you could focus on navingating it safely and carefully if it wasn't for the effects of Panda's stupid acupressure points acting up again. "When is this shit going to war off?" you whisper to yourself as you feel your way along the walls. If there's any night watchman here, he must be sitting still, because your superior hearing can't pick up any movement in the building.

"Ah!! Dang it!" you hiss as you walk right into a table in the first unlocked room you found - which turns out to be a breakroom. When backing away from it, you back right into a folding chair... and the curved metal seet brushes right up between your ass cheeks and makes you itch between your legs when it pulls that thin, gauzy fabric tight against your nethers. You gasp out and put your hand in your mouth, biting down.

"Ohhhfff, tphhh hell wiff iph." you mutter around your hand as you lean back against it. The metal is cool against your ass cheeks... but the pressure against your slit is hitting just the spot you needed. You toss your leg over it and start riding the back of the chair softly, grinding your crotch against it. With your free hand, you start to grope one of your breasts. It's not quite satisfying you, which only inflames your anger towards Mike again. "That damn dirty bastard... I was gonna... I was counting on him to be able to take care of this so I wouldn't be all distracted... that shameless little tramp Panda didn't even care, I bet she's having herself a time with Mike's lil' puppy Daisaku right now..." your voice becomes a frustrated grunt. "Nnngh! Come on, I just need to-"

There's a soft click and a beam of light illuminates you from the open doorway. The shock of it is so great that you slip on your heel and go down along with the folding chair in a dramatic crash. "AW SHIT!" For a moment you are kicking and flailing awkwardly on your back like a turtle before awkwardly stumbling to your feet. It's only after you've put up your fists and got ready to fight that your brain makes the obvious connection and you realize your hearing wasn't QUITE as accute as you thought it was, especially when you're distracted by masturbating.

"H-hold on! It's not whatcha think! I'm a heroine! I'm here to stop bad guys!"

A lightswitch is flicked on, and the flashlight goes off. Standing in front of you is the sort of guy who'd probably look kinda like a night security guard even if he weren't wearing the uniform, which he is: a short, stocky caucasian man with a bald spot, a thick pair of glasses, and a deer-in-headlights look on his face. "Lickety Split Lynn! You came back!" he says in surprise.

A part of you is flattered to be recognized before you recall you didn't make the best impression earlier today with Panda. "Oh, shoot. You heard about that, huh?" you squint. You are quite sure he's not one of the guards you encountered when you sprung Panda earlier. As you regard him closer, his posture is relaxed - he doesn't seem like he's about to rush for an alarm, though you do see that he has a pager on his belt.

"Yeah. When I was clocking in, everyone was talking about how some novice heroine beat up Mr. Brookstone, the manager, and then you showed up to get her. And then Nightingale tried to attack you, and got knocked out by the girl in the Panda shirt. Is that right?" the man speaks hastily and excitably, with no hint of judgment.

Your heart sinks and a guilty pout spreads across your face. You had really, really hoped you weren't going to have to terrify and tie up some innocent guard just doing his job. The fear of how Panda or Magik Knight might handle just this situation is a part of why you volunteered yourself for infiltration duty. "Dang it." you sigh and cross your legs nervously. "It isn't like that!"

"It isn't? Then what did happen, earlier today?" the guard asks, sounding curious. He has an oddly familiar way of speaking that you can't quite place.

"Uh..." you laugh nervously and bite your bottom lip. "Okay, well, that's more or less the size of it, yeah. But there was a damn good reason for it!" Excitement is creeping into your voice. Without meaning to, you are thinking back to what Magik Knight asked Panda to do.

This is a totally stereotypical scenario, isn't it? Your thoughts become frantic. Any moment now, this guy is going to shoot you a perverted grin and tell you that if you don't want him to sound the alarm, you had better get down on your knees, while he unzips his fly, and... the thought of it right now is enough to make your hips quiver ever-so-slightly You self-consciously fold your arms over your chest to hide the way your stiff nipples are poking through your outfit. Even the slightest pressure feels distractingly good.

"Nnnhhh..." you bite down on a gasp as your arms brush against those stiff, sensitive buds. "I know it doesn't look good, but it was all about stopping evil! I only pulled Wushu Panda out like that 'cause I didn't have any other option! You gotta believe me!"

The watchman simply nods. "Of course I believe you." he says matter-of-factly, followed by an impressed chuckle.

You blink twice. "Huh? You... you do?"

"Naturally." he holds out his hand, and you hesitantly give him a handshake. "Were you looking for something?"

"Uh... the security monitors?" you venture with a nervous grin.

"Sure thing. Follow me. If you're not in too much of a hurry, I just made a fresh pot of coffee." he turns his back on you, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that you'd broken in, and silently leads you to a door a couple of hallways down, which he unlocks and holds open. "Ladies first. Go on and have a seat and let me know if you need me to explain how the monitors work." he pours a paper cup of coffee and hands it to you. "Watch out, it's hot."

"Thanks?" you look suspiciously at the brown liquid, then back to the guard. The nametag on his shirt says 'Gene'. "Wow, I uh... I didn't reckon I had THAT much of a reputation in this city. You really aren't worried about the fact that me an' my teammate smacked around your manager and one of the top crime fighters in the city?"

"Are you kidding me? If anything, I'm offended that Nightingale tried to bushwhack you from behind like that! I'd heard that these Acropolis City heroes have a high-and-mighty way about them but I wasn't expecting that kinda nonsense. I figure she just must not have heard of you. You stopped Goliath the Dark Trucker, and the Motorhead Gang, knocked over the biggest crack kingpin in the Tri-State area, and stopped that crazy swamp monster thing from destroying an oil refinery near Baton Rouge. That's a heck of a lot for a heroine who's only been working for two years."

"That's... uh, yeah. Just doing my part." you suddenly feel that awkwardness and nervousness rising again. You only came to Acropolis a few months ago! Have you already picked up some kind of obsessed stalker? "I'm surprised you heard about it. I didn't reckon they talked much about that stuff in the papers in this city..."

Gene chuckles softly. "Do you remember the 1999 wildfires in Flagstaff?"

"Well, sure." you say. "That was my first big natural disaster, not long after I put on the tights. Up until Maiden America got around to coming down and doing that trick with the giant bucket, I think I did alright for myself."

"Hah!" The security guard seems to find that amusing and surprising. "Better than alright, I'd say! I guess you wouldn't remember them specifically, but an old farm couple that you carried to safety when they didn't get the warning call due to their phone lines burning down were my uncle Bill and aunt Polly. After giving me the chance to shake your hand, taking you at your word was the least I could do. So, why did you need to get into the bank?"

You open and close your mouth. What are the odds someone here in Acropolis, the superhero capital of the planet, would remember and care about a minor-league natural disaster callout that you yourself only dimly recall, in which your own role didn't even merit a byline in the papers? "Then you aren't going to... demand that I do anything in exchange for you not sounding the alarm and all?"

"Hmmm." Gene seems to be thinking it over for a moment, then cracks a smile. "Don't ask me to fight the supervillains when they show up to rob the place? I assume that's something that's gonna happen soon?"

"Oh, yeah... them. Don't worry about it. We won't have to fight them at all. Me and my teammates, Wushu Panda and Magik Knight, have a plan to catch 'em easily. I'ts just..." The tension in hips won't go away. Why couldn't this guy have shown up AFTER you finished taking care of yourself? "...are you SURE you ain't just stringing me along and getting me to let my guard down? Knowing that I'm already in hot water with the League of Propriety, not even bein' a proper full member and all, and that I wouldn't be able to say no if you asked me to let you touch my butt or something?"

You halfway turn around and show off the way your outfit leaves your generous, bouncy derriere almost entirely exposed, and hop on your heels to give the assets on your chest an enticing bounce. "After all, I'm asking you to risk your job and... if things go real bad and I get stripped of hero status you might get sent to jail. Haven't you seen those stories in the gossip papers about heroines getting taken advantage of? I have to admit, I was real worried for a second that I was heading right for having my name attached to one of those dirty rumors."

That line of question clearly gets the night watchman flustered, and his eyes go wide for a moment. But then he forces himself to grin and begins to laugh, shaking his head. "Oh. Oh, wow! I never thought you'd have such a sense of humor. Haha, yeah, it does seem like that kind of situation, doesn't it? Lucky you ran into me and not some creepy pervert, right?"

"....yeah, lucky me. Ha ha ha ha!" you return a smile and **** yourself to laugh. You glance at the bank of security camera monitors, hoping that Deathsmite and the gang will show up a couple hours before the plan that Mike's criminal contact had provided, just so you can get this over with and go back to your apartment so you can work out this anger and frustration with a hot bath. But there is no timely supervillain arrival.

Your eyes flick over the screens intently, but your thoughts are far away. Sure, you could make an excuse that you need to go to the bathroom, but... damn it, one of the reasons you didn't do anything back at the safehouse is because you know your mind will go back to thinking of Mike with his shirt off, and his huge...

"Lynn... LYNN! Carefu- Oh, shit!" you hear the man's voice behind you as he lunges past you, brushing you aside. You notice that you were squeezing the cup of coffee in your hand, spilling it on the controls. Gene tries to blot it up with the sleeve of his uniform but it's too late. Coffee dribbles past the buttons and there's a sizzling sound and a pop. Several of the camera monitor screens are replaced with static.

"Aw hell!" you look down guiltily. "Gene, I'm... I'm sorry! I was just focused on, uh, y'see, this supervillainess defeated me and two other heroines the first time we ran into her, so..."

Gene cringes as he taps the buttons a few times. "Uh... don't worry about it, Lynn. I mean, you're pretty sure that criminals ARE showing up, right? I'll just say that they tried to sabotage the security station while I was distracted, or, that there was a struggle in here or something."

You make a face like you've bitten into a lemon. You had got yourself so worked up a minute ago about how you were surely going to get taken advantage of that the exact opposite happening is starting to feel like an insult. "Yeah, of course... but, shoot, I think I might've taken out some of your coverage, there. You can't get those cameras, uh, moved over to one of the other screens?"

"Of course not! They're hard wired on a closed circuit. You know, I asked the manager - uh, the guy whose windpipe got broken by your friend in the panda shirt with the fancy hair rings - why the bank hadn't upgraded to use this new digital technology that they're always talking about in the news, but he said it wasn't in the budget. Heheh, maybe... maybe you did Mr. Brookstone a favor, shorting out the right side controls like that." Gene says. "If you're worried about someone coming in that way, we could, uh, let me think..."

Blinking, you put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze. "Ha! Oh, that's right - if you're a long time fan of mine, I betcha don't know about my new superpower! My true superpower! I been keepin' it close to my chest so I can spring it on bad guys as a surprise, but this is the perfect time for it."

"New superpower?" Gene asks, curiously.

"Absolutely! You know how I'm called 'Lickety SPLIT Lynn', right?"

"Right, because you can run faster than a car." Gene nods along gamely.

"Ha, well... you know how they say that even the greatest superheroine like Maiden America shares the same weakness, that she can't be everywhere at once? Seems like God was listening to that when my mama had me, because I've solved that problem! Say hello to... me, one two three!" You flex the 'muscle' and call on your ability, peeling yourself away from yourself. There's an audible pop as you are suddenly standing by three other Lickety-Split Lynns!

One of the copies starts giggling as the night watchman stares in astonishment. "Hah, whoopsie daisy! I only meant to do three."

A second copy reaches up and gives the first copy a pinch on the cheek. "You dingus - three plus one equals four!"

"Holy cow! You can... uhhh... which one do I talk to?" Gene's eyes flick among the four beautiful blonde bombshells now surrounding him. "Are you, uhhh... like the aliens from Ender's Game... a 'hive mind'?"

You and your copies all look at one another, wary of speaking all at once. "Nope." you say first. "We're all on the same team, though. You girls know what to do! Spread out and patrol this place, and high-tail-it back here at the first sign of trouble! We can cover this place in shifts. Every half hour, one of you rotate back into here and we change out."

"Got it!/Loud and clear!/Dibs on goin' first!" the other three say.

"That's amazing! I've never heard of any hero or heroine who could do anything like this before!" Gene says, sounding deeply impressed. "But why do they need to change out like that? Do the clones fade away over time, or something?"

"Ehh!?" Your eyebrows shoot up as you're caught. Of course, your real intention is that, one by one, your copies can take turns finding a nice private spot to work out some of this sexual frustration Panda's stupid technique saddled you with. "That's... uh... I mean... no, they don't disappear or nothin'. I just thought we should keep each other in the loop?"

"Oh, of course. That makes sense." he nods. "But," he opens a cabinet next to it, "there is a spare set of five walkie-talkies that the day shift security normally uses. This way, if we see some trouble ont he monitors or vice-versa, all the other 'yous' can know about it immediately."

"That's... that's...." you **** a smile as you grit your teeth. "I'll tell ya something, that's... fan-fucking tastic, Gene." Hesitantly, the clones all grab one of the walkie-talkies and exchange glances. You know that they're going to start arguing about who gets to sneak off to the bathrooms and rub one out first as soon as they're out of earshot. You give them a glare, silently reminding them that if anyone drew the short straw here, it's (this specific version of) you. After a moment they all jog off, leaving you alone in the room again.

"How are you going to warn the rest of your team, though?" Gene asks.

"Oh, shoot. That's right." you sigh and glance at the filthy jacket you'd worn on the way here, and pull a small black pager out of the pocket. "I've got this to contact Madman Mike. Then him and Daisaku and Magik Knight will zap on in." you sniff "I would say that I hope M-K warned him what a rough ride that teleport of hers is, but really I hope it scares his pants off..."

"Madman Mike?" Gene asks in surprise. "The ex-cop vigilante? Hah, I thought he would've got himself arrested by now. You're, uh, working with him, huh?" For the first time you notice a hint of huffy resentment in the stocky thirty-something man's voice. "I thought official heroes weren't supposed to tolerate vigilantes, let alone work with them."

"Pfft." you sniff. "Yeah, and after today, I can see the reason behind it. That two-timing, sleazy sonofabitch."

"Er, uhh... You mean you're an item?" Gene sounds a little shocked.

"Were! Past tense! Over and done with!" you protest defensively. You get that 'bit into a lemon' expression again, your lips tightening. "I mean... excuse YOU, mister! That's a lil' personal! Mind your own business!" you give him a light shove.

"Sorry, I-" he holds his hands up, but you keep speaking and cut him off: "I mean, how would you like it if I started pryin'?! How about you? Have you got a girlfriend, or a wife, or whatever?"

Swallowing dryly, Gene turns around back to the security monitors. "Got the divorce papers two years ago. She's living with her boss, now."

Your shoulders slump. Damn, you really stepped in it. The guard just chuckles again. "You're right, that was a weird question to ask. I should stick to the situation at hand. Who are we supposed to be looking for? I think you said 'Deathsmite'? He's some kind of mercenary hitman or something, right? Why is he robbing banks?"

"Oh, uh, actually, it's his daughter. Rotten apple falling close to the tree, and all that..." unfortunately, that line of conversation means that Mike's smirking, ruggedly handsome face is invading your thoughts again. You just know that he expects you to come crawling back, to forgive his despicable acts, and to throw yourself at him again just like you did before...

"Lynn?" Gene asks, clearing his throat. "You look bothered. This new girl Deathsmite is really bad news? I don't mean to be a third wheel, but if you tell me what your plan is, I could let you know if-"

You cut him off with a frustrated sigh. "Lady Deathsmite isn't the problem! Or jackass Mike, at least not directly! There's something else that's driving me nuts. Stupid Panda."

"Oh, that?" Gene nods sympathetically. "Don't worry about Mr. Brookstone. Civilians get injured by heroes, uh, accidentally all the time, it's part of living in Acropolis. I'm sure Mr. Brookstone will be happy enough that a major robbery was prevented that he won't-"

"I don't give a damn about Mr. Brookstone! You're about the nosiest sonovabitch I've ever met, you know that?" you poke the surprised night watchman in the chest.

"Ah, crap. You're right, Lynn. It's just nerves. I've never been involved in anything like this, it's making me run my mouth without thinking. I just don't want to cause you trouble on account of forgetting to mention something." Gene says apologetically.

But it's too late. A heat is rising in your chest since he touched that sore spot about Mike, now that you contemplate suffering in silence for hours on end waiting for the villainess to show up. "You REALLY want to know what the problem is?" you bark. "The problem is that when I got slightly injured yesterday in a lil' scuffle, I made the mistake of letting this overconfident kung-fu brat callin' herself Wushu Panda do some special healing massage nonsense on me, and it's only later that she admits to me that it has these... side effects!"

"Side effects?" Gene seems to be the kind of guy who can't help but make curious comments even when it'd be better to stay silent.

"Yes! It's inconvenient as hell. I was just startin' to take care of myself when YOU walked in on me!"

"Uhhh...." Gene gulps dryly as you are getting closer. You're slightly taller than him, allowing you to really stare him down intensely with your watery blue eyes, your cute freckled face tight with frustration.

Suddenly, you glance down at the pager you'd withdrawn from the coat. Whether or not you can move on, Mike will be sure that he can sweet talk you into forgiving his crimes if everything goes well. Unless... you send him a message with actions instead of just words.

Your lips suddenly spread into a mischievous smile. "Yeah, I said side effects. Because of Panda's carelessness, my body is acting strange." Gene's eyebrows practically launch themselves into orbit as you suddenly grab your huge breasts with both hands, squeezing them and moaning softly. "I'm like... a cat in heat. I'm so horny I was humping a damn folding chair to try and get myself off." you flick your nipples with your fingertips and rub your hands up and down, making the sensitive fleshy globes bounce enticingly.

The sensation is overwhelming. You certainly can't fight like this, not when you've worked yourself up like this. You turn on your heel and gasp as you continue to play with your tits with one hand before bending over at the waist and presenting your gorgeous ass, pushing it back towards him and giving the stunned watchman a good view of the cleft of your slit pressing against the tight white neoprene of your leotard. He can almost certainly see the damp spot you're leaving down there. You rest a hand on your ass and start rubbing two fingers against your pussy mound through the fabric. Excitement floods through your senses as you finally touch the spot that's been aching for attention.

"So... nnnfff.... if you ain't gonna do anything about it, you can just sit there and watch, Mister!" you murmur in a throaty voice as your rubbing fingers start picking up the pace.

The hapless watchman shakes his head slightly and mutters to himself: "Holy fuck, ho-ly fuck, this is... I'm dreaming..." he slaps himself acros the cheek. When he blinks and your hiked-up ass is still jutting out in front of him, he does it again, harder. One thing is certain - he definitely isn't watching the security monitors anymore.