No, Lana is naked and dominated.

"Nope. Just for that, YOU are going to be the submissive one for a while. Now raise those arms or I blow him up."

Lana sighs. She knew he was going to say that...but hoped that he wouldn't. She complies.

Without having to even be told, Cheryl covers the distance, bends over and peels off Lana's sweater dress. The former-Spy is stripped down to her strapless black bra and matching thong.

Her guns are also tossed aside, making her feel even more ****.

"Very nice," the 'voice' says, "Now I want you to **** your new bitch while you rub her pussy, Cheryl."
"You're not my Supervisor! I mean...oh, alright."

She reaches forward and grips Lana's thick neck with one hand while running her hand down Lana's chest and to her panties. She runs her slight, devious fingers under the silk garment and through the light mound of pubic hair. She feels her friend's pussy get wet.

"Just pretend that you're all alone in Krieger's Lab. My hand is his Bomb Defusal Robot's grip and my other hand is his Automatic Fingering Machine."
"He has one of those?"
"He does if you put a dildo on his same-cracking drill. Now just enjoy this."

Lana keeps her arms at her sides as she is pleasured by Cheryl. She is enjoying this, in spite of every part of her trying to resist.

Cheryl briefly stops trying (mostly in vain) to **** Lana...but only to take her bra off. Using the height disparity to her advantage, she starts to suck on Lana's big nipples as she resumes ****.

As much as she doesn't want to, Lana feels like she is going to reach orgasm.