Augustus's POV

Her question has me blinking and stammering. Of course I was watching her. I've been watching her since her file landed on my desk. I didn't need to read the dossier to know her name. I've known her name since my senior year of high school.

When I was going through my pathetically awkward growth spurt, she had breezed into school as a freshman. After one look at her face I knew I, even as a senior, had no chance with Lora.

After high school, I got my accelerated doctorate and she became an inmate. I knew I still couldn't touch her, but shit--there she was--naked and on my screen!

When I saw her undress in her room, I locked my office door and unbuttoned my pants. I turned up the volume on the screen to better hear her little moans. I had a giant pile of paperwork waiting to be processed but didn't care.

My dick was big and red when I pulled it out. The way she looked at the camera made me feel she knew I was watching . Ten strokes, and I was nearly there, but a knock on my door interrupted me. I pushed my angry, painful hard-on down and went to speak to my colleague.

But Lora is here now, in the flesh. She doesn't zip back her jumper like I suggest. When I deny I've been spying on her, she doesn't look convinced. A knowing smirk arches her lips.

I try to look nonchalant, but I'm positive I'm blushing.

"Did you like what you saw?" she asked.

I suck in a sharp breath. She doesn't seem to be angry. "Yes," I answer.

She keeps smirking. She pulls down and tosses off the rest of her jumper. My hard-on, more painful than ever, rushes back. She says, "You know what? Prison's really made me miss men." She leans back on the table and pulls her knees apart. "Want to try what you've been watching?"

My hands shake, and I breath hard. "Umm..." I almost want to cry. There's a slight tremor in my voice as I say, "Handlers can't have sexual relations with Dolls. It's law here."

She looks surprised. "Who would know?"

"The chip records all your sexual activity. Once activated, it can't be turned off without higher administrative authorization."

"Oh." She pouts. Meanwhile, I'm dying inside.

She shrugs. "Well, a professional relationship it is." She points at her crotch. "Do you have cream or something for my skin? This shitty jumpsuit chafes."

Her pussy lips do look a little red. My cock threatens to break through my pant seams as I rub a clear, thick ointment on her. She sighs as my fingertips massage over her soft folds. I let out measured, controlled breaths and try not to think of how easily I can "accidentally" slip a finger in her wet little hole. And oh yes--she's wet. Clear liquid trail down from her cunt to her asshole. God, I just want to bury my face between her legs!

But I finish up and give her a blue uniform to wear. "You can report to the Grid Room next." I croak.

She dresses and says, "Goodbye, Doctor." Before walking out, she turns back and says, "Hey, this might sound strange but...I feel like we've met before today. Do you think so, too?"

I press my excruciating erection against the exam table, hoping she can't see it, and shrug.

She smiles and says, "Oh, well." before walk out.