The temptation to be naughty gets the better of her

The female security agent escorts Marnie off to a side room. "I'm afraid I have to ask you to remove your clothing."

The woman is perhaps ten years older than Marnie. Her skin is dark, her face displaying the first hints of wrinkles around her eyes but of otherwise smooth complexion. Her black hair is pulled back into a regulation severe bun. She is neither under- nor overweight, but rather of average build and bust. Her bearing suggests that, before this gig, she might have been an athlete, or maybe a dancer of some kind.

We could have some fun with this one, Uhazral says. Marnie can feel the demon's longing. Despite her ongoing shenanigans with Stephen and Katie, it has been days since it has properly corrupted and fed.

The temptation proves too much for Marnie. Her nudism streak means she finds the idea of stripping in front of this woman too good to pass up—but she wants the guard to get something from it as well.

Fine, we will do it your way, Marnie says to her companion. The demon doesn't reply in words, but she can feel a sense of vindication.

The actual strip show is nothing astounding, what with a single article of clothing to remove. Marnie reaches up and pulls open the clasp of the halter strap. She pulls it apart and lets the straps fall to the side, but she holds them in such a way that the dress doesn't immediately slip down her chest. Instead, she peels it away, exposing her breasts one inch at a time. Her pert brown aureolae peek out, followed quickly by her nipples proper, and then her full tits. She rolls the dress down her stomach, past her bellybutton and towards her shaved mons.

The guard takes an involuntary breath. Marnie turns so that her back is to the guard, then continues to slide the dress down her body, exposing her butt. She bends over, giving the guard a view of her ripe, wet, pink pussy. She lets go of the dress, and it puddles around her feet.

"Don't you want to search my cavities?" Marnie asks. The symbols invisibly etched into her skin briefly glow orange.

The guard needs no other invitation. "Against the table," she grunts, hurrying to pull on a pair of latex gloves.

Marnie assumes "the position," her hands pressed flat on the table and her upper body bent at a 45° angle. The woman approaches her from behind, placing hands on her hips.

"Better be thorough," Marnie says. "Make sure I'm not hiding anything!"

The guard runs fingers along Marnie's pussy, stroking her labia slowly. Marnie gasps with pleasure, then moans even louder as the guard's latex-covered fingers slip into her pussy: one, two, three … four. Five. A whole hand, thrusting ever so slightly into her cunt.

"Oh, yes! Fuck yes!"

The guard runs her other hand along Marnie's back, then fondles Marnie's right breast. The latex is a strange material and feels so foreign on Marnie's nipple. The guard pinches and squeezes it even as she continues to fist the poor young woman, who is now too far gone to remark upon or even care what is being done to her.

Eventually the guard chooses to switch tactics. She withdraws her hands, leaving Marnie hot and stimulated but completely unsatisfied—only to replace the manual stimulation with her tongue. Marnie squeals happily as she feels the woman lap at her hot, slick slit. The woman's tongue samples inner and outer labia in a grand tour of Marnie's cunt before arriving at its final destination: the glorious and picturesque clitoris.

Marnie's clit is fully engorged and free of its hood, ready and receptive to every bit of attention the guard lavishes upon it. The room seems to close in on Marnie as the sensations of pleasure flood every nerve receptor and distract all other sensory input. She braces hard against the table. Even Katie would be hard-pressed to duplicate this feat of pussy-licking, and Marnie considers her sister a sapphic sex champ. But this woman is either a hardcore indulger in everyday life or a beneficiary of some premium demon corruption.

Either way, the end result is the same: Marnie cums buckets.

Sweat drips from the girl's brow as she turns to face the guard, whose own chest heaves in sympathy and exertion and desire. Marnie doesn't hesitate: she begins to unbutton the woman's uniform shirt, then removes her bra, freeing a pair of beautiful brown tits. Marnie scoops up one and slurps the big, dark nipple into her mouth. She starts to suckle.

Marnie unbuckles the woman's belt and tugs down her pants. The woman responds by sitting down on the floor and then assuming a supine position, allowing Marnie to sit on her face and press her own face against the woman's cunt. In this way they 69'd for several minutes, each one enjoying the sensations of the other's mouth, lips, tongue against their vulvas.

Only after both were shuddering from the ecstasy of release do they stop. Panting, Marnie rolls off the other woman and sighs. She stretches languidly. "So, am I clean?"

The woman laughs. "Definitely not, you dirty slut. But you can go—you might want to put your dress back on first, of course."

Marnie quickly dresses. She smiles at the guard, then leans forward and gives her a deep, passionate French kiss before leaving the room. With a little less than a hour until boarding, she has time to slip into the bathroom and get a little more cleaned up before her flight.