RF Arousal Ch 20

Hana shifts her weight nervously. The cute underwear she wears under her hotel robe is hardly more risqué than a FUTA uniform, but she’s still nervous.

She’s not prepared for the door to open, let alone for being greeted by two erections, sweaty, athletic bodies, flushed faces, and a smell of sex that makes her lightheaded.

“Oh,” she says. A moment passes.

“You coming in?” Riley asks.

Hana has, to her credit, never been short of nerve. Ears burning, Hana steps in, and Riley shuts the door.

“My feelings are a little hurt,” Hana admits.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” She looks up at Adella. “I guess you’re kind of hard to compete with.”

Adella smirks, and Riley pokes her.

“Nice robe,” Riley says.

Hana’s body is small, but her pride is not. She knows how to commit. She drops the robe and puts her game face on.

“Oh my god! She wore sexy undies. You are so cute,” Riley says.

“Of course.” Hana tosses her hair.

It isn’t quite what Hana pictured on the elevator ride up, but her body isn’t complaining as she kneels on the carpet, both cocks crowding her face. She sucks Riley’s tip, then licks the underside of Adella’s shaft.

Her own cock strains painfully against her panties, and she is alarmingly wet. Riley and Adella’s hands are on her head, stroking and occasionally tugging her hair, sending jolts of pleasure to alarming places. Her body aches to be touched.

“I know,” Riley says, and Hana looks up, pulling her cock. It looks like Riley and Adella are doing some communicating with their eyes. Adella can say a lot with her various smirks. “What am I, the Make-A-Wish Foundation? Shut up,” Riley tells her. “Hana, get up.”

Hana does so, heart pounding.

“You really are cute,” Riley says, touching her face. “Come here.”

The kiss is tender, and a little hesitant on Riley’s end, but Hana is not hesitant. She wraps her arms around Riley’s body and kisses her hard, sliding her hands down her smooth back to caress her perfect ass. Their cocks rub, and Hana is ready to make a mess.

“I know,” Riley says with a laugh. “I know what you want.” She pulls away and crawls onto the bed, offering her hindquarters without ceremony. “It’s OK, Hana.”

“She doesn’t have to wear a condom?” Adella asks.

“Has she slept with six thousand people?”

“I don’t know,” Adella replies.

Hana only stares for a moment before scrambling into position behind her.

“Oh god,” she whimpers as she slips inside. “Riley,” she gasps.

“Mmmm,” Riley replies, looking over her shoulder. That look makes Hana want to gush like a broken pipe.

Adella climbs onto the bed and settles in front of Riley. She pulls off Riley’s hair tie, and Hana’s never seen Riley without her ponytail. Adella guides Riley’s mouth to her lap, and the gentle, wet sounds of her licking keep tempo with the light slapping of Hana’s thrusts.

It feels too good. Hana’s eyes close, and the hot sheath around her cock and the perfection of Riley’s smooth hips in her hands is all that her mind can process. Riley gags on Adella’s cock, and her pussy won’t let Hana leave.

RESIDENT FUTA

Later, Riley finds herself in the middle. Hana has cuddled up to her front while Adella has firmly ensured that Riley is the little spoon for her. It’s odd, but mostly comfortable, although having Adella’s huge cock nestled against her bottom is distracting. It doesn’t matter; after a day like this, even after a few big orgasms, Riley isn’t sleepy at all.

“Go to sleep,” Adella mumbles.

“You aren’t my supervisor,” Riley whispers back.

“Did we ask about pay and benefits?” Hana asks.

“You shut up,” Riley says.

“What’s the problem?” Adella adjusts slightly, hugging her more tightly.

Riley sighs. “I’m just pissed that it got covered up. Even if Annette’s not all bad, I hate that. There’s got to be an honest cop somewhere.”

RESIDENT FUTA

Jill Valentine sits cross-legged on her bed in her modest apartment. Raccoon City is just big enough that nighttime is never truly quiet, but it’s late enough that it’s close. She squints sandy-eyed at the papers she’s secured from City Hall. She’s narrowed her suspects down to a handful of Umbrella executives, and although they have a lot of resources for masking what they’re doing, they are not professional criminals. Everything leaves a trace.

Unfortunately, Jill is no detective. STARS is a rescue team above all else, but she’s hesitant to bring anyone else in on this because of the risk of ending up in trouble. If she hits a wall, she’ll go to Marvin or Berry. For the moment, it’s abundantly clear that something’s going on in the Arklays. It’s not one parcel of land: it’s three. The land was divided up after the Spencer family sold off their massive estate, but that house is still up there. There are no records of it being demolished and no permits for new structures—but someone’s building something. Jill has transaction histories that show Umbrella working with foreign engineers and architects, but she can’t find any of the designs. It’s all hidden by laws that nobody’s ever heard of to protect proprietary tech and intellectual property. The legislative branch does more to protect profits than people.

Jill clasps her hands and rests her chin on her knuckles, gazing down at the papers. A distant siren wails. Umbrella is doing something up there, and without Umbrella, there is no Raccoon City. The corporate regional headquarters, the distribution center, the factory south of town, and even the local college is run by Umbrella. Chief Orlova and City Hall will not want to go after these people. They may even fight to protect them. Captain Wesker doesn’t seem to have much appetite for ruffling feathers, but if Jill can pull together enough for a search warrant, she might be able to make something happen. The people of Raccoon City deserve to know what’s really going on. The closest Umbrella’s come to scandal locally has been concerns about chemical contamination of groundwater. That’s a thought; she might not be the only one looking into them. She looks at her watch and winces, then determinedly grabs her laptop and opens it. Her browser immediately shows her an ad of sexy FUTA soccer players. She absently closes that and searches for how to get in touch with the closest office for the Environmental Protection Agency. One way or another, she’s getting answers.

[ The End! Next week: Resident Futa 0 ]