Caught

You and Amy are still buzzing in the copy room, your cock still wet from her throat, when the door creaks open.

Scully stands there in his rumpled suit, mustard stain on his tie, holding a half-eaten sandwich. His beady eyes are wide, but not with shock - with hungry recognition. He’s been watching. For longer than either of you realized.

“Well, well,” he says in that nasally voice, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I knew you two were freaks, but Holt’s desk? Gina’s mat? My boy Hitchcock drinking your special blend all afternoon?” He lets out a low, wheezy chuckle. “I got it all on my phone. Videos. Pictures. The works.”

Amy freezes, skirt still hiked, lips shiny with spit and cum. For the first time all day, real panic flashes across her face - quickly replaced by something darker. Calculated.

You step forward. “Scully, delete that shit right now or I swear…”

“Nah,” Scully cuts you off, eyes locked on Amy like she’s a glazed donut. “I don’t want money. I don’t want to tell Holt. I just want… a piece of Santiago. One time. Maybe two. Keep my mouth shut and my phone in my pocket.”

Amy stares at him for a long beat. Then, slowly, a filthy little smirk curls her lips. She glances at you, eyes gleaming with that same depraved spark.

“Lock the door, Jake,” she says softly.

Scully’s eyebrows shoot up.

Amy steps closer to him, voice low and dangerous. “You get me for twenty minutes. Right here. But you do exactly what I say, and you never speak a word of any of this. Ever. And you delete the videos in front of us after.”

Scully nods so fast his jowls jiggle. “Deal.”

She turns to you, whispering hot against your ear while her hand palms your cock through your pants. “Watch me. I want you hard the whole time.”

Amy pushes Scully back against the copier, drops to her knees on the dirty floor, and yanks his pants down. His cock is already hard - short, thick, uncut, and smelling like he hasn’t showered since yesterday. She wrinkles her nose for half a second, then dives in like the nasty slut she’s become today. She slurps him messily, loud and wet, gagging herself on his girth while staring up at him with those big detective eyes.

“Fuck… Santiago…” Scully groans, hands hovering like he can’t believe it’s real.

You stand there stroking yourself slowly as Amy works him. She pops off with a gasp, strings of spit dangling, and stands up. Turning around, she bends over the copier, flips her skirt up, and spreads her cheeks.

“Fuck my pussy, Scully. And make it quick. I want Jake’s cum still inside me when you do it.”

Scully shuffles forward, lines up, and pushes in with a grunt. Amy moans - half disgust, half filthy thrill - as he starts thrusting into her cum-filled cunt. Wet, obscene sounds fill the room. You step closer and feed her your cock again, fucking her mouth while Scully rails her from behind.

“Harder,” she gasps around your dick. “I want to feel it.”

Scully’s hands grip her hips, sweat already pouring down his face as he pounds her. The copier rattles. Amy cums first - shaking, choking on you - her pussy clenching so hard Scully lets out a pathetic whine.

“I’m gonna - oh shit…”

“Inside,” Amy orders, voice husky. “Fill me.”

Scully buries himself deep and unloads with a wheezy moan, pumping what feels like days’ worth of thick, gross cum into her already sloppy hole. When he pulls out, it gushes out of her - mixing with yours in a creamy mess that drips onto the floor.

Amy straightens up, turns around, and kisses you deep, letting you taste Scully on her tongue. Then she looks at the panting man.

“Phone. Now.”

Scully, dazed and blissed out, hands it over. Amy makes him delete every video and photo in front of both of you, then clears the trash. She even makes him sign a ridiculous little “confession” on a Post-it that she pockets.

But as Scully’s pulling his pants up, Amy stops him with a hand on his chest.

“One more thing,” she says sweetly. “Tomorrow morning, you’re going to bring me coffee. And you’re going to watch Jake fuck me on your desk while you drink the special batch we made earlier. Understand?”

Scully’s spent cock twitches again. “Y-yes, Detective.”

He slips out, dazed.

Amy turns to you, legs still shaking, cum running down her thighs.

“That was disgusting,” she whispers, grinning. “And so fucking hot. Now come here and fuck his load back into me before we go home. I want to sleep with both of you inside me tonight.”

She hops up on the copier, spreads her legs wide, and beckons you with two fingers.

The game just got a third player… whether you like it or not.