A meeting and a demonstration

When you enter the chief's office, you walk in on the chief and Bobby Bartek standing behind the chief's desk haunched over his computer. You can't see the screen, but you can hear slutty moans blasting through the speakers. Slutty moans you recognize as your own. They are watching your clip...

As you enter, the chief quickly closes the video player and motions you to come in. At least he has the decency to look ashamed. Bobby is looking you in the face with a big, arrogant grin. "Ah, yes, agent Beasley," the chief says, "thanks for coming. Please take a seat. You too, agent Bartek." When he walks around the desk to his chair you can clearly see Bobby's erect cock through his pants. He isn't even trying to hide his erection. Bobby gives you a greasy wink and sits down. You sigh and sit down next to him.

"I wanted to talk to you about the progress on the Mengucci case," the chief says. "I was disappointed to hear you let him get away so easily. I was especially disappointed to hear he got away because you couldn't wait until the mission was over to get into agent Bartek's pants."

You can't believe what you're hearing. "But Bobby was the one wh..."

"There is no need, agent Beasley. Agent Bartek has already fully informed me about what happened."

"Yeah, but he was the one wh..." You start again to defend yourself.

"I said, don't worry," the chief interrupts you again, "what's done is done. It seems we codenamed you aptly." Next to you, you hear Bobby snickering under his breath. "Anyways," the chief continues, "there were two silver linings to this whole mess of a mission. The first is that you did actually capture someone."

"In interrogation we found out that the person you captured is actually a scientist from a private research facility that is working with Mengucci. He was there to showcase a prototype of sorts. Apparently the VIP-room of a pimps and hookers ball is a good place if you want to innocuously test a device like the one you captured. After a few days of interrogation the scientist is finally willing to join our cause. He's given us intel on how to access the mainframe in their research facility. You'll go there tonight, break in and get the intel on the Mengucci project. You'll find the dossiers with instructions on your desks."

"Now as for the second silver lining," the chief continues. "You captured a quite peculiar device. I've let our scientist analyze it. Apparently it works with highly compressed sound waves stimulating the pleasure center in the brain, or some sort of sciencey mumbo jumbo. I swear, I can only understand every second word those guys say. Anyway, they used what they learned and came up with similar device of their own." With that, the chief opens his drawer and gets out what looks like a black wristwatch with three buttons on the side. "Behold, the orgasmatron. Allow me to demonstrate."

The chief presses the intercom button and says: "Veronica, can you please come in here." Then the chief turns back to you. "This blue button functions just like the device you're already intimately familiar with." The door opens and Veronica enters.

"You wanted to see me, ch.... Uuuunngh." Before she can finish her sentence, the chief has already aimed at Veronica and pushed the blue button. Her legs give out underneath her and she drops to the floor. There she starts rubbing her pussy through her skirt with both hands, writhing on the floor and moaning loudly. "Now on to the red button," the chief continues, but you find it hard to concentrate on his words with the beautiful, young woman squirming and moaning next to you.

"The red button works the same, but has an area of effect. Push this button and everybody in the room will be, ahem, indisposed. It also affects yourself, so it is only to be used in the most dire of situations." Next to you Veronica has finished cumming and is sitting up, looking around in post-orgasmic haze. "Now the green button is where it gets interesting," the chief continuous, taking aim again.

When he pushes the button, at first you think the same thing is happening again. Veronica starts bucking her hips and clawing at her crotch, but then you notice that she isn't moaning quite as loud, nor that she has lost all motor skills. "When used this way, the orgasmatron still heightens the subject's lust incredibly, but it also suppresses their ability to orgasm. This doesn't incapacitate the subject quite so completely, but it does mean the effect lasts much longer." The nubile redhead has hiked up her skirt and pushed aside her scarlet thong. She is vigorously rubbing her clit, but seems to grow frustrated with her inability to find release.

"The subject is still able to orgasm," the chief continues, "but it will take some time and quite a bit of work. The effect also doesn't end on orgasm, but instead will wear off after thirty to sixty minutes." Veronica has apparently given up on making herself cum, and is crawling on all fours towards the chief. This happens to give you a very nice view of her tight ass and her wet pussy peeking out in between her legs. "During this time, only the most strong willed individuals will be able to resist fiendishly seeking out sexual release. While the blue button is useful in quickly disposing of enemies in a non-lethal way and the red button is good for emergencies, the green button is perfect for creating a distraction."

Veronica has now reached the chief and is hurriedly fumbling to undo his pants, while also rubbing her face in his crotch. "And with that I wish you well on your mission tonight. You can collect your orgasmatrons at the research department." He looks down at the lustful nymph writhing in between his legs, probably not even a third his age, and smiles a wicked grin. "Thank you agents Bartek and Beasley. You can leave now."

You stand up and pull the **** Bobby with you. Before you're out the door you can already hear slurping and gagging behind you.