Spy on Despedida as she does something unprofessional (Time -1)

Being an effective agent meant exploiting windows of opportunity... like the moment when a grid of moving lasers guarding a hallway are perfectly parted, or the moment where two cars swerve and end up perfectly parallel, allowing your motorcycle to squeeze through the center of them, these were the moments the best agents lived for and never failed to seize. You knew that if you kept checking up on the Goodbye Girls, you'd encounter moments of vulnerability... even without knowing their weaknesses, you knew that no one was on their guard all the time.

A bit earlier, Despedida had come to Mission Control and told you not to bother her for a while because she was about to start into some big, important stream. "You hear me? I mean, I dig hanging out with you and I know that it's hella exciting watching me do my thing, but this is one of very few times I cannot have you interrupting my cast." You knew something was up. {if Psychology Skill = 1}You'd seen it before in your work and always recognized it, as a master of criminal psychology... "unavailable" was usually a code word for "busy with something more interesting." {endif}In Despedida's specific case, she'd never barred you from watching one of her games before... There must be something different about this one compared to her usual.

As such, you gave her a little time to get started into whatever she was planning, then quietly moved from mission control, back to her room. To your surprise, the main door was unlocked... you poked your head in cautiously, then moved to her gamer-cave, a corner segmented off from the rest of the room by a small curtain. As usual, the light from her PC was shining inside... but when you pulled the curtain back and prepared to lift off the girl's headphones so you could speak to her, you found only the headphones and no girl. Some racing game featuring colorful characters in go-carts{if Weakness for Video Games = 1}, which you instantly recognized as Sonic and SEGA All-Stars Racing Transformed{endif}, was paused on screen. You felt like this was the first time you'd ever seen the PC not being used for either games or anime...

Part of you wanted to take this time to search her PC, but you decided against that course of action for two reasons... For one, given Despedida's tech savvy, it might be the type that's rigged to explode if someone with the wrong fingerprint or retinal scan tries to access it. For another... If Despedida wasn't by her computer, that must mean she's using her back room. You'd never heard or seen her in there before, not even to sleep... It made you wonder what she was hiding. Whatever it was, she might be taking advantage of it right now. With quiet steps, you approached and then put your ear against the door...

From behind the locked door, you heard a familiar noise... the creaking of a mattress, the squishing of something wet, and the muffled sound of someone hiding exclamations by either covering their mouth or biting onto something. In other words: Despedida had either asked for private time in order to have a sexual fling, or, more likely, to masturbate.

How she chose to masturbate was important information in its own right. You had a duty, given to you by Goodbye, to learn as much as you could about the girls. Therefore, what you chose to do next wasn't related to you being a horny voyeur... it was just you carrying out your mission. You searched through Despedida's high-tech gadgetry and picked up a pair of goggles she'd bragged about to you earlier, saying they could see through walls... The goggles slipped easily over your head, then fastened onto the back. You took a deep breath, then switched them on and watched the back room.

{if Despedida's Kink = 1}Despedida had clearly left a thing or two out of her list of kinks. Still, you supposed you should have seen this one coming. {endif}The woman's bed clearly had its own share of technological upgrades, consisting of thin-fingered mechanical hands, equipped with a rubber overlapping mask to make them look like a human's. Presently, two of those near her headboard had grasped hold of her wrists, while another two lower to the bottom of the bed held her legs apart. One more on the right center side was occupied, busily massaging her exposed breast, while the final one on the opposite side moved two fingers in and out of her pussy. You supposed she wasn't the type to masturbate in an ordinary way... why settle for your own hands when you had the tech-acumen that she did? Although the goggles only allowed you to see the outline of her body, it was plenty erotic, forcing your dick to stand at attention as the hands explored the curves of her slender body.

You remembered that the goggles were also capable of picking up audio and switched it on. You could now hear the woman's voice moaning lightly, absent of any video game jokes for once, as her own bed ravaged her.

One of the hands grabbed something tube-shaped, about six inches in length. It didn't take a lot of imagination to imagine what that was, especially as the hand moved directly to its intended usage, inserting the item between the lips of its inventor's waiting pussy. The noises coming from the woman became more lewd, with loud, wet squishes punctuated by gasps of ecstasy; the tube was pushed and pulled in and out of the girl with robotic efficiency. Besides the obvious feeling of guilt at peeping, mixed with arousal at peeping, you began to feel a third emotion: worry. Was there any way a guy like you could compete with a robot like that? If it was just some regular masturbation toy, you wouldn't feel threatened... but this thing had clearly been designed to Despedida's preferences. You would have to be either supernaturally good in bed... or else, develop the sort of connection and empathy with Despedida that she seemed determined to cut you off from.

Her hips bucked harder and harder as the bed creaked with the **** of the pounding she was, essentially, giving herself. Although you couldn't see the full picture, you could make out her dark hair flapping wildly around herself and the bouncing of her one uncovered breast, the other still being teased by an oppressive mechanical hand. Just as your erection was becoming so hard to ignore that you felt you might need to do something about it, the girl shouted and released. You doubted she was doing it right on the sheets. Doubtless, she had some mechanism prepared to make it an experience devoid of mess.

Either way, you decided you needed to add "customized toys" to the girl's list of kinks, then quickly removed the goggles and exited before she or anyone else could spot you spying on her.