Chapter 1: Opening Image
**Andrea**
The cafeteria buzzed like a hive of angry bees, the cacophony of clattering trays and muttered curses a symphony of mundane chaos. I stood patiently in line, my eyes scanning the latest report on SCP-3812, a creature that could turn anything it touched into solid gold. Useful, if not for the fact that it was also carnivorous and had a penchant for human flesh.
I sighed, making a mental note to add 'do not touch' to its containment procedures. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I glanced down to see a message from Dr. Wright, head of Research Division 3.
**Dr. Wright:** Andrea, can you meet me in my office after lunch? We need to discuss the new anomaly.
I rolled my eyes. Of course we did. I typed out a quick response, my thumbs flying over the keyboard.
**Me:** Sure thing, boss. Looking forward to it.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket just as the line shifted forward.
I looked up, my gaze landing on the young man in front of me. He was tall and lanky, with a mop of sandy hair that fell into his eyes. His name tag read 'John Smith', and he looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than here. I could relate. This place had a way of sucking the life out of you.
He fidgeted nervously, his hands clutching his tray so tightly his knuckles were white. I raised an eyebrow, watching as he surreptitiously adjusted himself. I suppressed a smirk. Poor guy was probably trying to hide an...
*enthusiasm* for the cafeteria's 'special' of the day. I decided to have some fun with him. After all, it wasn't every day I got to witness such a classic case of first-day jitters.
"First day, huh?" I asked, keeping my voice casual. He jumped slightly, clearly startled. I couldn't blame him; I'd been so quiet until now, he probably thought I was one of the statues decorating the hallway.
He turned to face me, his cheeks flushing pink. "Um, yeah," he stammered, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Just started today."
I gave him a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, it gets easier. Well, sort of." I gestured towards the front of the line. "You gonna get something to eat?"
He looked down at his empty tray, then back up at me, confusion etched on his face. "Oh, uh, yeah. I guess."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Relax, kid. It's just lunch."
We shuffled forward again, and I watched as he scanned the offerings, his nose wrinkling at the sight of the mystery meat loaf.
I cant help but notice he keeps masturbating this time seeing my chest.
I'm wearing a low-cut blouse today, and I can feel his eyes lingering on my cleavage. I decide to play along, leaning forward slightly to give him a better view. His breath hitches, and I suppress a smile.
"You know," I say, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "there's a private restroom around the corner. If you need... a moment to yourself."
His eyes widen, and he swallows hard. I can practically see the gears turning in his head.
I just pull his hand of his pocket and tell him to stop that.
He looks at me shocked and says "What are you doing?". I just laugh and say "Come on, you don't want to do that here. People will see you." He looks around and realizes what I mean and says "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." I just cut him off and say "It's okay, I've seen worse. But please, control yourself. This is a workplace, not a porn set." He nods and says "Yes ma'am, I understand.
I'm really sorry about that." I just smile and say "No problem, just remember, we're all professionals here. Let's act like it." He nods again and we continue our conversation.
As we reach the front of the line, I gesture towards the food. "So, what'll it be? The special today is... well, it's something, alright."
John looks at the offerings, his nose wrinkling. "What is it?"
I shrug. "Your guess is as good as mine. But it's high in protein, and that's all that matters, right?"
He laughs nervously, picking up a tray.
The day is very hot, and the AC is not working, i decide to take my shirt of for a second, i dont want that jerk to think i am trying to seduce or anything like that, but i take my shirt of being only with my bra.
I see how John looks at me and i say "what? you never saw a woman without a shirt before?". He just blushes and says "no, i mean yes, i have seen women without shirts before, but not here, not at work". I just laugh and say "come on, relax, we are all adults here, there is nothing wrong with that. Besides, it's too hot to wear a shirt, don't you think?". He just nods and says "yes, it is pretty hot today".
I feel violated, what a jerk, he only thinks about sex and sex, i decide to check my surrundings.
I look around and see that everyone is eating and talking normally, no one seems to care about what happened. I feel relieved but still angry.
I turn to John and i notice he mas mastrbating looking at my breast in my bra .
I feel violated and angry but despite that, I need more proof to report it to Human Resources, so I decide to furiously and angrily take off my bra.
I hear gasps around me, but I don't care. I throw it on the table and cross my arms over my chest.
John's eyes widen in shock and he stutters, "What are you doing?!"
I glare at him, "What does it look like I'm doing, John? I'm making a point. You can't just go around staring at women's bodies and masturbating in public. It's inappropriate and disgusting."
He turns beet red, "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I was just..."
I cut him off, "Save it.
With more rage I pull down my pants and panties, leaving my pink vagina in his sight then lean forward and put my hands on the table, giving him a clear view of my asshole too.
John's jaw drops open, and he stumbles backwards, knocking over a nearby chair. The cafeteria falls silent, every pair of eyes now on us.
I stand up straight, my body trembling with anger and humiliation. "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it, John? Now look your fill. Is it everything you dreamed of?"
He shakes his head, his face pale. "I-I'm so sorry, Andrea. I didn't mean... I wasn't thinking..."
I put a finger insde my pussy i am boling in rage and humiliation, i look at John and say "you like this? you like to see my pussy?". He just stares at me in shock and says nothing. I put my finger inside my pussy and start fingering myself, i am so angry that i dont even care who sees me. I just want to show him what he wants to see. I hear gasps around me, but i dont care. I am beyond caring.
Suddenly, a strong hand grabs my wrist, stopping my movement. I look up to see Dr. Wright standing beside me, his face thunderous.
But even with anger and rage for all that the intern did, I pull down Dr. Wright's pants exposing her vagina to the intern as well, then I push her down making her lie down on the table and I do the same, you show two vaginas exposed to the intern, I finger Wright's vagina.
She moans loudly, enjoying the sensation. I look at the intern and say "You like this? You like to watch us fucking?". He just stares at us in shock, unable to move or speak. I continue fingering Wright, making her moan louder and louder. I can feel her getting wetter and wetter, she is enjoying this as much as I am. I look at the intern and say "You want to join us? You want to fuck us both?". He hesitates for a moment, then slowly starts to unzip his pants, revealing his erect penis.
He hesitated, his fingers trembling on his zipper, his cock already straining against his briefs. The entire cafeteria was a frozen tableau of shock, a silent audience to our degradation.
“Do it,” I hissed, my voice low and raw. My finger was still buried inside Dr. Wright, who panted beneath me, her professional composure utterly shattered. Her cunt was slick around my knuckle. “You wanted a show? You got one. Now get the fuck over here and be useful.”
The man quickly lurched forward, his pants pooling around his ankles. His dick was thick and ruddy, bobbing with his frantic heartbeat. He looked from my naked form to Dr. Wright’s splayed legs, his eyes glazed with a mix of terror and unthinking lust.
“I… I don’t…” he stammered.
“Shut up,” Dr. Wright moaned, arching her back off the cold table. Her own hand snaked down, rubbing frantic circles on her clit. “Just fuck her. Fuck her right now.”
The command, coming from his superior, seemed to snap the last thread of his resistance. He moved behind me, his hands grabbing my hips roughly. I felt the blunt, hot head of his cock nudge against my asshole. I was tight, unpracticed there, and dry with anger.
“Not there, you idiot,” I snarled, reaching back to guide him. My fingers, slick from Wright, wrapped around his shaft and angled him forward, down to my soaking cunt. “Here. This is what you were jerking off to. Take it.”
He needed no more encouragement. With a grunt, he drove into me, a single, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt. The air left my lungs in a rush. It hurt, a sharp, stretching burn, but it was swallowed by the wildfire of my fury. I ground my teeth together.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I taunted, pushing back against him. “You pump your fist in line thinking about this? It’s just a wet hole, John. Fucking use it.”
He let out a choked sob and began to piston into me, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, meaty sound. Each drive shoved me forward over Dr. Wright. I looked down at her. Her purple eyes were locked on where our bodies joined, her lips parted. Her own fingers worked faster.
“Touch her,” I ordered him, my voice ragged from the jarring rhythm. “Put your fingers in her. Make her come while you’re fucking me.”
He obedientively slid a hand around my hip, his fingers fumbling between Dr. Wright’s spread thighs. He pushed two fingers inside her alongside mine. She cried out, a sharp, shattered sound that echoed off the cafeteria walls. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around our combined intrusion.
The pace became frantic, a messy, discordant rhythm. The stink of sweat and sex rose over the smell of stale coffee and grease. His breathing was a ragged gasp in my ear. I could feel the tense, coiling spring of his impending orgasm.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come,” he whined, his thrusts becoming erratic, sloppy.
“Do it,” Dr. Wright commanded, her body seizing up. “Come inside her. Now.”
His whole body stiffened. With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself deep and pulsed. I felt the hot, sudden rush of his release flooding into me. He groaned, a long, pathetic sound, and collapsed against my back, his weight heavy and limp.
For a second, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing. Then, I shoved him off. He stumbled back, his soft, slick dick sliding out of me. He fell against a chair, scrambling to pull his pants up over his shame, his come already leaking down my thigh.
I looked down at Dr. Wright. Her hand was still. She was staring at the ceiling, her chest heaving. We were a ruin of naked flesh and violated protocol, sprawled across the lunch line. The silent audience of researchers and guards finally began to stir, a low murmur of utter disbelief rippling through the room.
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