Take it somewhere private

The guards hand continued to move up Supergirl's leg, coming to rest at the top of her thigh, his fingers so close to touching her pussy, but not quite.

As she stared down at him, she knew there was no way he couldn't feel how wet she already was.

"I think you need to come with me, Miss," he told her sternly, but there was a quaver in his voice that left no doubt he was trying to sound professional, but had other things on her mind.

Supergirl couldn't speak, unable to believe what was happening, or that she wanted this to happen. Silently she nodded.

He stood, his fingers lightly brushing her wet lips as he pulled away and Supergirl couldn't help but give out a little whimper, her knees suddenly feeling very weak.

The guard took hold of her elbow, leading her away from the crowds, towards a door. What were those watching thinking? Did they know that she was more horny than she'd been in her life and didn't even know why? Did they think she was hiding something dangerous.

She was so lost in thought she didn't even register where she was until she heard a door slam, and she looked around. It was a tiny side room, a single desk and chair but nothing else. Nothing except the guard stood in the doorway, staring at her with lust in his eyes.