When the boss makes you wait naked (along with 6 others)

The office suite was massive, with modern furnishings, lots of places to recline or sit, with a carpeted floor. It was in one of the Highrise buildings, and boosted floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view of Lyon.

6 other guides were with him, in 3 women and three other men. There were usually two more, but one was on holiday and the other on sick leave.

It was quiet as everyone waited in anticipation. The women masturbated quietly on their own, trying to get wet for what was to come.

Paul was disheartened to see one of the girls, Odette, sitting on a protective sheet on one of the sofas. It meant she was on her period. By the way she was curling over and holding her belly, her long brown curls falling forward to thankfully obscure her breasts, she wasn't doing very well.

You avert your gaze, shifting your stance, and feeling the well lubricated but plug slide inside of you. It made you want to fidget, but it was really a necessity for you, you really couldn't take anything up the ass spontaneously. The but plug was rather large one for that reason.

Most up us tried to mind our own business, and everyone was tense save fore the two oldest guides. A man in his 40s, Driss El Alaoui. He was lounging in a chair, quite a butch guy, sporting a trimmed bearded, legs splayed, idly jerking his cock and fingering some lube into his ass. His groin was shaved clean, like all of the Male guides ended up being. For hygiene reasons....

Then there was Monique Blanchard, she was in her late 50's, lounging on a pillow on a floor, Idly working a lubricated vibrator in and out of her vagina, She caught Pauls eyes and he looked away in embarrassment. She was a bit more nosy and liked to openly watch the other guides. She could feel her eyes appreciatively lingering on his body.

Both Monique and and Driss, were old friends of Dumas and had known him since before he formed the RA.

Paul began trying to occupy himself with his internal vitriol. But he could only go so far to distance himself from the present when his gut twisted with apprehension and nervousness.

It was always like this when Dumas came out of particular tough Gate and he sent word that he was coming. He'd take the very worst of the edge off with his 2 exclusive guides that scored in the high 60's. One would always stay in Clermont-Ferrand. It was said she was an A class guide, but her identity was kept secret.

The other, Intisara Guillaum, a C class guide, would follow him back to Lyon.

Lyon was Frances second capital, where a lot of the Guilds had their HQ, it was also close to the Swiss and Italian border, with an active ongoing international cooperation to keep the that part of the Alps clear from being overrun by monsters spilling out of unattended gates that were hard to reach in such rough terrain. Though the region had an advantage because a robust infrastructure, thanks to the former ski industry that had been there before the gate's appearance.

It was Also close to Geneva, and more importantly CERN which were one of the leading on the gate research in the world and lacked a National loyalty.

RA's HQ was also located here. Paul, in his 5 years working for RA had very rarely been to the the branch in Clermont-Ferrand, it was in an extinct volcanic mountain area, an boasted fertile soil. Though Paul hadn't heard much of it officially. There were rumors of there being trouble to the south along the Pyrenees mountain range, something about the Spanish being uncooperative. So it was located in a bit of a troubled area and a most of the Manifested rotated From Clermont- Ferrand to Lyon for some R&R.

Paul was broken out of his thoughts, when the Door to the suit pinged open. Paul's back straightened, as he saw Bastien Dumas strode in. He was of average height, not much taller than Paul. With a well built and muscular body which was revealed as zipped up the grey RA uniform, his tactial gear seeming to have mostly been shed and passed off on his way up.

He was 52, but looked 2 decades younger. His hair was a dark brown, shoulder length and gave a wild, slightly rumpled look to him. He sported a well groomed mustash and goatee, His face the had the typical oval shape that many Frenchmen shared, with a narrow but long face. With handsome sharp features, and a deep set brow from which hawk-like yellow eyes, gleamed sisterly.

Those were the sign of a deep-set corruption from long-term use of Esper powers with not enough guidance.

Intisara, walked in from behind him, She as a beautiful French-Algerian woman, with expressive dark eyebrows and eyes, soft facial features and a rich, long dark hair. She didn't give the room a glance and honed in immediately to the adjoined bedroom.

She'd likely guided Dumas all they way from Clermont, which was quite a feat.

You're eyes return to Dumas as you here the thud of boots being kicked off. He's always faster than Paul expects at shrugging of his pants. Palming his cock he strides towards his first target. His eyes locked in, like a predator.