Rank hath its privileges

Billy-Bob sighed, standing outside the locked executive-suite door. His demand for entry was being ignored and his boss in the security team who were responding to a network security breach in Mahogany Row was going to be all over his ass if he didn't clear his designated area right fucking now. But these were the top-level offices and a low-ranking schlub like him didn't have the access codes for the door. He could call for an override unlock but...

The panel display beside the door lit up and a face he recognised appeared. It was "Miz Kyra", not actually one of the company's employees but she possessed an all-areas access privilege courtesy of her previous, uh, 'relationship' with the CEO and, it had been made clear to all security staffers she was to be treated with kid gloves. She looked flushed and a bit dishevelled, breathing hard as she stared into the camera on the other side of the wall.

Billy-Bob held up his ID card. "Security team red, Miz Kyra." He still had a job to do. "We need to check all the offices in this area, there's been an incident. Can you let me in please?" He could hear, faintly, another voice, it sounded like one of those Gynoid bimboes the company created and sold for eye-watering prices. He smiled, one of the perks of working here was a pass for one day a month "helping out" in the testing labs down in the sub-levels. It ensured diligence and enthusiasm for a job that was otherwise kinda shitty most of the time.

"Ah, uh..." the flushed face on the screen turned away looking over her shoulder. Billy-Bob couldn't see past her into the room before she turned back. He started to call for a door lock override before Miz Kyra said, "Give me a moment, please?", smiling at him seductively. "I'm kinda, uh, tied up right now." He hesitated, then glanced up the corridor. His team leader was busy in the other office, he could maybe take his time here and stay on the right side of the lady.

"Okay, ma'am." he replied and the panel went blank. He pressed an ear to the door, listening hard. There were voices and then sounds of something happening but it was unclear just what. He sighed and checked his watch. He'd give her maybe two minutes then...

It was actually four minutes later when the door opened and Miz Kyra invited Billy-Bob in. She was even more dishevelled, bare footed and bare-legged and when he looked past her it was easy to see why. A bimbo-model Gynoid was wriggling around on the office carpet, hogtied with what looked like a black nylon stocking, her oversized breasts squished under her. She was mumbling and moaning through a gag which comprised of a pair of lacy black panties stuffed into the Gynoid's mouth and retained there by another black stocking running between her thick lips and tied tightly behind her head. Oh, so that's what she meant by 'tied up', Billy-Bob thought to himself as he felt himself starting to develop an erection. He wasn't a prude, he used his monthly pass in the testing labs to good effect and he wasn't one to judge and besides Miz Kyra outranked him. He did make sure his bodycam captured the sight though, he'd get one of the back-office team to make a copy of the video for his own, uh, 'personal record'.

Shit, who would have thought women's clothing was so complicated? Jack-Kyra thought as he smiled sweetly at the hulking security man who was looking around the room. Just unbuckling those damn heels was nearly impossible with these nails getting in the way, and the garter straps... at least the panties came off easily. He shrugged mentally. Well lubricated, I suppose.

The smile on Miz Kyra's face changed to something more strained but Billy-Bob ignored it. She was obviously busy and there were no unauthorised intruders in the office so his business here was done. Best to get out and leave the two lovebirds alone.

"Thank you, ma'am." He stood for a few seconds more to ensure his bodycam captured a bit more of the helpless gyrations of Miz Kyra's tied-up Gynoid 'companion' before he radioed his team leader, omitting the details of who and what he had found. "Billy-Bob here, room fourteen clear. Over." Maybe he'd tell them later over a beer...

The radio crackled. "Hurry back, Billy-Bob. We got a situation here next door."