You had a voyeur

You barely have time to tuck yourself away and adjust your clothes before the door to the locker room swings open.

Amy Santiago stands in the doorway, eyes wide, cheeks flushed a deep red. She’d clearly followed you. And from the look on her face, she’d seen everything.

“…Amy,” you **** out, heart instantly hammering for a completely different reason.

She steps inside and closes the door behind her, locking it with a soft click. For a long moment she just stares at you - at the wet coffee stain on your lap, at your flushed face, at the way your hands are still shaking slightly.

“You texted Gina,” she says slowly, voice dangerously calm. “Because you were hard because of me… and instead of coming to me, you let her suck you off in the copy room.”

You open your mouth, but nothing intelligent comes out. “I - it was supposed to be covert - I didn’t want to bother you - I -“

Amy steps closer. Her breathing is uneven. You can see her nipples straining against her blouse.

“I watched her swallow you,” she whispers. Her voice has a sharp, jealous edge, but there’s heat in it too. “I watched you cum down her throat while trying not to moan too loud.”

She’s right in front of you now. You can smell her perfume mixed with the faint scent of her own arousal.

“Are you mad?” you ask carefully.

Amy bites her lip, eyes dropping to the bulge that’s already starting to return in your damp pants.

“I’m furious,” she says, voice low. Then she grabs your shirt and pulls you into a rough, possessive kiss. Her tongue pushes into your mouth like she’s trying to erase any trace of Gina.

When she pulls back, her eyes are dark.

“But I’m also so fucking wet it’s embarrassing,” she admits, breathing against your lips. “Watching her on her knees for you… hearing you groan… knowing it was because of me…”

She grabs your hand and shoves it under her pencil skirt. Your fingers immediately meet soaked lace. She’s absolutely drenched.

“Feel that?” she hisses. “That’s what watching Gina **** on your cock did to me.”

Amy kisses you again, harder this time, grinding against your hand as your fingers slip under her panties and into her dripping pussy.

“You’re going to fuck me right here, right now,” she demands between kisses. “And you’re going to fuck me harder than you would have if I hadn’t seen you with her. I want to feel how **** you were.”

She turns around quickly, bracing her hands on the copier and pushing her ass back against you, skirt already rucked up around her waist.

“Now, Peralta.”