Collaborator

"Here's the 63rd floor, where loyal Shinra employees relax and recharge!" Barret said, as they ascended another escalator.

"It's pretty late, but I bet people are still here dealing with the aftermath of Sector 7. Luckily Shinra doesn't employ many Black men," Tifa said airily.

"How you know that, baby?" Barret said. Tifa smirked, wagging her eyebrows and her lover chuckled. "Fair enough."

The cafeteria was next to what appeared to be a cylindrical glass greenhouse, with a huge tree at its center. And next to that was a Black man in a suit, looking bored next to a VR display. As they walked towards him, they passed by a TV showing Heidegger.

"Today we welcome a special guest: Shinra's Director of Public Security… who has an important message to share with us," the host said, looking serious.

"Everyone here at Shinra is deeply saddened and outraged by this unconscionable act of terrorism. But at the same time, we will not be cowed by threats or ****. To the people of Midgar, I make this vow: we will find the villains responsible and bring them to justice. Are you listening, AVALANCHE--you cowardly dogs!? Run all you like. Shinra is coming," Heidegger sneered at the screen.

"Motherfucker," Barret breathed out.

They continued over to the VR simulator, and the man looked at them curiously. "You work here? I don't recognize you. Can I help you with something?"

"BBC ..." Tifa said, her pupils dilated, her breasts heaving. He was handsome, Cloud thought, if you were into that. Young, fit, professional. Obviously Tifa's type as well, he thought, looking at her instinctual reaction.

"...Is the best!" the Black man said, smiling broadly. "I was told to expect you. Need access to upper floors, right?"

"That's right," Barret said, looking at the man warily. The man pulled out a keycard, tapping it against his hip.

"You know, Domino did have this stupid ass game planned where you'd say the mayor ...and I'd say is the best. Would have taken forever. But since he gave a more pointed exercise ... mind if I take the woman for a spin?"

"She's down for it. I don't tell her who she can or can't fuck, but we don't have much time," Barret said.

"Fair enough," the man said. His eyes turned to Tifa. "You down, baby?"

"For a quickie," Tifa said. He nodded over at the the VR display. Tifa looked at Cloud.

"Come along, Cloud," she said curtly.

"This your cuck or something?" the man asked. Tifa shrugged.

"He's in training," she said. The VR scanned the three of them. The Black man reappeared, naked, this time his body gleaming and oiled. He was more than fit, Cloud thought. He was a literal Adonis, with a long, fat Black trunk swaying between his thighs.

Tifa then reappeared, this time in some white lingerie -- stockings, crotchless panties, a bra that was partially unzipped to expose her large breasts. She took his breathe away. Then he heard the VR speak only to him.

"Cloudette Strife ... picking customized outfit ..." Fuck, fuck, fuck, Cloud thought, not dressed as a bitch ...not with these two ...

Cloudette reappeared in his lingerie from his time with the Don. He flushed, covering his tiny penis with a hand. The Black man chortled.

"Shit, he's a fuckin' sissy," he said.

"That he is," Tifa agreed. "Now fuck me fast, big man."

Cloudette would have paid much for a longer session. Tifa let him get close, closer than he'd ever been to her before, feeling the heat of Tifa's pussy as the anonymous man railed her, his big hands massaging her heavy breasts, his long, fat black cock pounding into her, his balls slapping her clit. Cloudette leaned down, just breathing it in, watching the beauty of Black disappear into pink, when he felt a warning sign, as Tifa pinched the tip of his stiff penis through the panties.

"No touching," she said, then resumed moaning and bucking under the **** of big Black cock.

Twenty minutes later, the Black man drained his balls ... and they had a keycard, and one other important tidbit of information: a board meeting would start soon. And even better, the heroes could sneak into an air duct in the men's bathroom to spy on it.