TITLE    : After the Plague Ch. 05
STORYID  : after-the-plague-ch-05
SUMMARY  : John and Jenna accidentally spy on her roommate.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2022-05-05
CATEGORY : exhibitionist-voyeur
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |dystopia|college|professor|student|breeding|voyeur|


Violet sat cross-legged next to Jenna on her dorm bed. Already in pajamas for the evening they were finally alone and able to talk.

"Oh my god Jenna, it was the best sex I've ever had!"

"Slow down Vi -- I don't understand how you pulled this off. All three of you managed to sneak by the officer and get into his room?"

"Jenna, didn't you see what Tammy did to Mr. Stark in front of the class? She is trying to breed the poor man. She was the one who let us into his room!"

"Oh my god. You're on a first name basis with her now? Okay, so you get inside and then the three of you seduce him?"

"Well not exactly. Tammy gave us some things to tie him to the bed."

"You assaulted Mr. Stark?"

"No, it wasn't like that! Sometimes you just know that your partner wants it. Like it's part of a game. You pretend to overpower them and maybe they fight back a little but really they want to play along." Violet explained.

"He is pretty strong." Jenna conceded, not happy with either the idea of Mr. Stark choosing to have sex with someone else or being compelled against his wishes.

"Exactly." Violet continued. "So we agreed to take turns. I went last, which was super hard because I had to watch Rose and Steph fuck him first."

"Like it grossed you out?" Jenna asked.

"No, not at all. I was just so wound up I wanted my turn."

"It was Steph's first time, right?"

"Yes! And she took sooo long. At first she was way too tight and then she didn't know how to please herself. Poor Mr. Stark was just stuck inside her vice-grip forever."

"He was still tied up?"

"Yup. But when it came time for my turn and the other girls left, he was begging to be let out so that he could fuck me."

At this point Jenna suspected that Mr. Stark was asking to be let out because he had been assaulted for an hour by these voracious girls and not because he was desperately aroused by Violet.

"I kept dangling my tits in front of his face but I wouldn't let him touch them. I don't think I'll ever forget what he said. 'Please just let me lick them. Please just let me lick your pussy.' When he finally got out he pounced on me like an animal. He was nothing like the guys I used to have sex with. You're not ... you're not jealous are you?"

"No, of course not. Tell me everything Violet. I'm happy for you."

"Great. So yeah, we had sex for like an hour. I think because he had finished twice right before hand it took a while for him to get off again. But I didn't mind. And he fell asleep next to me but I just couldn't stop myself - I played with his penis all night long. I definitely kept him awake. Especially when I crawled under the covers to go down on him. Have you ever felt a guy's meat go from limp to hard all inside your mouth? Fuck it's so hot."

Jenna shook her head, 'no'.

"I guess he was pretty turned on too because he eventually went down on me. He was so good. With his big hands and his ticklish stubble."

Jenna consoled herself with the thought that Mr. Stark probably did this to get Violet to fall asleep.

"Yeah I see you smiling. You should ask him for apology sex. I bet he'd do it to make up for ravishing you in front of the classroom."

"He didn't ravish me. I asked him to do it." Jenna pointed out.

"All the same, don't waste a good opportunity."

"Okay so then you left him in the morning?" Jenna said perhaps a bit too hopefully.

"Nope. He got up early to shower but I followed him in."

"You had shower sex?"

"Yup."

"What was that like?"

"Everything you could hope for. Hot steam, wet bodies. He fingered me and when I came I almost knocked myself out falling on the floor. But then I did something kinda bad. Promise not to tell anyone okay?"

"Oh my God, after everything you did, now comes the bad part?"

"While we were in the shower I got on my knees and gave him a blowjob. I don't think he meant to finish in my mouth but I kind of tricked him into it. I don't know what came over me but I wanted to taste his jizz so badly. So I looked up at him with my big puppy dog eyes and said 'Cum in my mouth, daddy'. And two seconds later I could feel him spurting onto my tongue. But the worst part is ... I swallowed it. I just couldn't stop myself."

"Jesus Christ Violet! Do you know how much semen goes for on the black market?"

If Violet had any regrets her smile did not betray them.

"Six month's wages worth of sperm swimming on my tongue and I downed it all. Like a total cum-slut." Violet paused to savor the memory. "After he came to his senses he was super worried. I had to make a promise not to tell anyone what happened."

"Which you are breaking now" Jenna noted.

Violet continued. "Then I think he realized he had to hide his tracks, so to speak, and insisted that I stay long enough for him to recover and fuck me again."

"And being the considerate lady that you are, you obliged him?"

"That's right! I swear on my mother's grave it was the best twelve hours of my life. I am so sore though! And I don't want to brag, but when I looked through his timecard, he had never had the same girl on back-to-back days. So I put my signature down twice, once for the night and again for the morning."

Jenna now openly rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay, enough about me." Violet relented. "Fill me in on your steamy romance. We all saw him whisk you away to his room like a fireman rescuing a deflowered maiden."

"You're mixing metaphors Violet."

"Stop stalling and tell me, Jenna! You were in his room for like an hour. Was it all pillow-talk and aftercare?"

"First of all, it wasn't his room, it was his office. But yeah, I guess there was some pillow-talk."

"Did you make out? Was there a round two?" Violet pressed.

"There was definitely some ... chemistry" Jenna's eyes twinkled. "But I was actually hoping you could reassure me about some stuff. I'm so terrified that everyone thinks I'm a slut."

"Are you kidding? You're like a queen now. Mr. Stark's chosen girl." Violet said.

"I don't want to be a queen though."

"Fine, don't think of it that way. But you don't need to be embarrassed. Sex is different now. I know you spent a lot of the plague making ends meet traveling from city to city, but I'm sure even you noticed how open everyone is. I can't count the number of times I've seen girls fingering each other on the dance floor or heard moans come from the stall next to me in the bathroom. We all realized that life is short and you can't waste it being a prude. Sure it's unfamiliar to see a man having sex with a woman now, but everyone gets it. They're just jealous. You're fine."

Jenna sighed. "Okay, that is reassuring. I noticed that everyone is hooking up and not even trying to hide it."

"Of course, and why should they?"

Jenna shrugged in agreement. "So ... do you think you're pregnant?"

"Hopefully! But I have no idea. I don't even know how long it takes to figure it out. I guess my period is a couple weeks away? It's exciting but also makes me nervous."

"Me too." Jenna agreed. "I came to this program and they told us that there was a male teacher and said whatever happens, happens. But I did want to finish my degree and help the country rebuild. I guess the only reason I'm okay with having a child is because I know that it would be his."

"Oh my goodness Jenna, are you falling for Mr. Stark? You know you can't stay with him? Even if he wanted it."

"I know Violet. Sometimes a girl just needs a dream to keep her warm at night."

***

Jenna waited outside the door as the last of the girls filed out of Mr. Stark's office. When she walked in she saw Mr. Stark's face brighten into a smile. He looked her up and down, and then averted his eyes in half apology. She wasn't wearing anything special. In fact she was the only girl in the class not dressed to impress. Just a plain t-shirt over her black tights. Nothing left to prove.

"Hi Jenna, thanks for coming in to talk with me. Have a seat." John motioned at the chair next to him.

Her heart was beating fast. Mr. Stark had told her that he wanted to talk after class, emphasizing that it was "just a chat". Still, the last time she had been in this room was directly after having sex and she didn't know where this was going.

"Just to be up front, you're not in trouble or anything, I think I told you that already, I wanted to check in and make sure you're doing alright. And to apologize I guess. For what Tammy did. That was unacceptable and if I had any power over the situation she would be gone. But also for what I did. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Mr. Stark." Jenna began.

"Please, call me John."

"It's okay, John." The name sounded weird in her mouth. Improper. "I understand. These are crazy circumstances and we know you're under a lot of pressure. And besides, I told you to do it. I'll be fine."

"Thanks Jenna. I appreciate that. Listen, I want you to know that if there's any way I can help you, you just let me know."

He reached out and gently rested his hand on hers. Did he remember that professors didn't do that to female students in the before time, she asked herself?

"It's fine. But I appreciate it. We're lucky to have you are our professor. And John, I know this sounds crazy, but if there's ever any way I can help you, you can rely on me. I'd help you. Anytime."

Jenna meant it. She was actually thinking of help managing the other first year students. Their craziness. Or even Tammy. But as the words settled in the air between them she realized there was a second meaning that John could take from it. That she was willing to help him with his timecard. She searched his face for clues unsuccessfully.

"Thanks Jenna, that means a lot to me. I'll be sure to let you know."

Had she just offered herself to him? Whenever he wanted? "Anytime" she had said. She blushed and looked down, her eyes settling on his hand still on hers.

She saw the red marks ringing his wrist. Now she knew that John had not been coy with Violet and the other two. He had tried hard to escape. At least initially.

"Does it hurt?" She gently touched his wrist with her other hand.

"No, no. I'm fine. That's nothing. I guess this shirt doesn't fit me so well anymore, the sleeves don't go down as far as they should."

She had heard the rumors about his steroid treatment from Violet. So he hadn't always been this big? She tried to imagine him as a skinny engineer working in some office before the plague, but couldn't. Absent mindedly her fingers stroked his hand.

Fighting the urge to let her continue he stood to his feet. "Well listen, if you're sure you're doing alright, I should let you get back to your work." He took a step toward the door. "I know your first assignment is almost due and I wouldn't want to hold you back from your studies."

So that was it? She thought. She stood with him, suddenly disappointed that their time together was over so quickly. She wanted him to be the kind of chivalrous man that would not press her for more, but she had also secretly hoped for something to happen. As she reached the door she thought of when they would next be alone. Maybe never. Unless he called for her? Could she stand the waiting? She decided to speak up instead.

"Actually Mr. Stark ... John, maybe I could ask you for a small favor?"

"Of course, anything."

"When I pictured my first time with a man -- I thought it would go different. Getting to know each other. A little romance. Since I missed all of the stuff that leads up to it -- I was kind of hoping we might be able to do that part over again. I promise I'm not trying to seduce you. I know you have too many girls in your life like that. But if we could just go for a walk together at midnight -- maybe hold hands but nothing more -- then I can pretend that our evening stroll was the first time I met you and everything would just feel better."

"That sounds nice Jenna. I'm not sure if I'll be allowed out after night, but I'll do my best to make it happen. Let's plan for tomorrow night, 10pm, in the courtyard, okay?"

"Sounds good, John."

When she left his office John began plotting out the next couple of days. He found himself overly excited for this walk and hated the idea of sleeping with multiple women before seeing Jenna. But in order to free up his day tomorrow he would need to do more today. He went into the hallway looking for Tammy. She wasn't nearby so she checked an office down the hall where she sometimes stayed when she wasn't in her room or outside of his.

"Oh good, I was just going to come see you John," Tammy said as he peered in the door. "But you go first, what can I help you with?"

"I was hoping you might be able to go across the courtyard for me and ask Alice if she's free."

"I'm assuming this isn't for schoolwork?" She pried.

"No, it's not for schoolwork." He confirmed.

"In that case, Alice is unavailable. She's on her period. I instructed the graduate students to let me know the start and end of their cycles so that no effort is wasted." She added as an explanation. "Jade is also unavailable for the same reason."

"Fine, how about Tina?"

"Oh, she didn't tell you?" Tammy savored the moment, "Tina is pregnant. We just found out last night. Don't worry, she'll be continuing her studies - should be able to finish both semesters - but she no longer qualifies to sign your timecard I'm afraid."

John was shocked. It wasn't the first time this had happened obviously but he had never been informed in the past. Women just stopped coming to his hotel room and he assumed this was one of the reasons why. But Tina would be in his class. He would see his child swelling inside her.

"John listen, I can tell by the color on your face that you're not taking this well. But I need you to man up and do your duty. Now should I go bring Maddi to you?"

John swallowed. "Would it be possible to just bring someone from the hotel instead?"

"I'm afraid the hotel program was discontinued. There was another male in the east wing but he was ... found to no longer be fertile. Since the Agency is spending so much money on this engineering program, I assured them that we would be able to maintain the quota without outside help. In fact, I told them we will have you numbers up higher immediately."

"Good Lord, Tammy."

She stared back at him, unwavering.

"Fine, please go get Maddi."

"Excellent choice John. And John," she caught him by the shoulder as he was turning around. "I'd like for you to keep the timecard in your pocket whenever you're in public. I want to make sure the Freshmen girls are reminded of why you're here. After all, as you impregnate more of the graduate students, we're going to have to rely on the younger ones to replace them."

***

John had fucked Maddi almost angrily, taking out his frustration with Tammy on her tiny body. And Maddi had not minded in the least.

Now finished, with barely any time to clean up, she escorted him through the hallways to the lecture theatre where she was once again scheduled to be his teaching assistant.

"So that was rougher than normal." She teased him. "Are you getting tired of vanilla sex with these naïve 18-year-olds?"

"Maddi, I'd rather not..."

"Surely you must prefer a woman with a little more experience? But then again I saw your timecard ... three freshmen girls in a single day, and then one again the next day. Maybe the little sluts know something I don't."

"Please Maddi, this is a tough situation. I'm just trying to navigate it as best as I can."

"That's fair. We don't have to talk about it." She went silent for a few footsteps before starting again. "I should say congratulations on becoming a father. I suppose it's not your first time."

John sighed. "Thanks Maddi. I am happy for Tina. I know she wanted it."

"Me too. All the girls are happy for her of course. Jade I think is maybe a little bit jealous but she's jealous of everyone. I hope Tina can handle it. I hear sometimes women get super horny during the second or third month. All their hormones are in over-drive. It's supposed to happen right around the same time that a woman starts lactating, actually. Just saying in case you're into that kind of thing. But poor Tina won't have a man to satisfy her since you're not allowed."

John continued walking in silence.

"I imagine it will be super hard for her. Rolling back and forth at night in sweat-drenched sheets, desperate to be penetrated, and knowing you're just across the courtyard feeding your stiff cock to some 18 year old."

They reached the lecture hall doors as she finished speaking.

"That's enough, Maddi. Time to be professional."

"Very true. Is my lipstick smeared? I wouldn't want these impressionable young ladies to know that I cleaned my own cum off your cock five minutes before coming to class."

John rolled his eyes and opened the door.

John did his best to repel a few girls asking him questions at the start of class. Some were becoming bolder. More touchy. He felt a hand on his lower back slip down to his ass but it was quickly withdrawn when he turned around. The girl, whoever she was, just gave a wink and scampered off.

John firmly told the girls that he wasn't taking more questions and coughed to get everyone's attention and begin the class.

As he scanned the audience, he was unable to stop himself from searching for Jenna. When he found her, they locked eyes and exchanged furtive smiles.

Trying to remain impartial he quickly went to the blackboard and began the lecture by going over some of the harder questions in the homework. Next, he assigned them a new problem to solve in pairs and began circulating to see who needed help. A girl in an overly tight floral dress raised her hand and he moved towards her, recognizing at the last second that Rose was her partner.

His heart started beating a little bit faster as conflicting feelings of nausea, panic and arousal resurfaced from their night together.

"Hi Mr. Stark," the girl spoke. "I hope you had a restful weekend."

Rose suppressed a giggle.

"Thanks, yes I certainly did. Did you have a question..." he waited for her name.

"Laura, my name's Laura."

"Did you have a question, Laura?"

"I was just wondering about that card sticking out of your front pocket."

John thought of the best way to save his dignity before speaking. "I think we both know very well what it is, Laura."

"Haha, I guess we do. Well I just wanted to let you know that if you ever have trouble filling out your card you can always ask me for help." And she reached into her bra to pull out a folded scrap piece of paper. John could not stop himself from looking at the gap created by her hand as it took out the paper, exposing the flesh of her breast almost to the nipple.

"Laura Carruthers, I'm in room 106 in the residence across the courtyard." And she slipped the folded paper into his shirt pocket behind the time sheet.

"If you're ever feeling ... uncomfortable," and she glanced down at his crotch, "I'd be more than happy to help."

***

John walked alone with Jenna through the courtyard. The night was cool and though they had started by holding hands she was now sidled up to him, her arm wrapped around his cozily.

"So all you had in the shopping cart were your clothes and some food?" John was asking.

"I brought my winter stuff too, jacket and boots, because it was autumn at that time and there was already frost on the ground."

"And how long was the walk?"

"Four days. I took the expressway. They weren't cleaned up yet -- there were still cars left with stale gasoline in the engines. Now those highways are mostly functional again. The wilderness was kind of crazy. I saw a momma bear with her cubs crossing the road, not a human in sight."

"It's unreal. I can't believe how much went on while I was just stuck inside a government facility, hiding from a virus that I turned out to be largely immune from."
<hr pg="2" />"You didn't miss much. Lots of waiting in line for rations. I hear wealthier people did have some raging parties though. Everyone thought civilization was going to collapse outright."

"You didn't do anything wild though? No ticking off items on a bucket list while you're living the hobo lifestyle on the side of a highway?"

"Hmm, I did have a fling. A girl named Ginger. That's what she called herself anyway. We camped out together for a couple weeks in an empty farmhouse. It was kind of romantic. Cooking scavenged canned goods over a fire."

"Are you happier here?" He asked.

"I'm safer. I eat better. And showering is nice. I don't like the rules though. Our lives are so dictated for us. I'm sure you understand the feeling."

"Sometimes I think that even if I had the freedom, I wouldn't know what to do with it anymore."

"You can get away with breaking some rules though. You're not expendable like me."

"I'm breaking a rule right now." He reminded her.

"True. I guess in that way I have more freedom than you. I can wander around campus whenever I want and nobody will be too concerned if I disappear. Did you have to sneak past Tammy to meet me?"

"I think she went to bed, so not all that hard."

"Did you want to break another rule together?" Jenna grinned.

"What have you got in mind?"

***

John found himself tiptoeing up the fire escape of the building across the courtyard. They stopped at the second floor. There was music blaring loudly above them. Someone had set up a common room on the top floor for a dance party and nearly everyone was there.

This felt completely out of character for John, but Jenna was right -- there wouldn't be any consequences. And now he could live the student life that he had missed while studying diligently in his youth. He was going to sneak into a girl's room at night, and nobody was going to stop him.

Jenna first checked the hallway and then came back with a silent thumbs-up. He followed her quickly and they ducked into her room.

It was quiet inside. There was the slight beat of music coming through the ceiling, but nothing in the hallways. He took a moment to look around, remembering that Jenna was Violet's roommate.

He immediately knew which side of the room belonged to Jenna. She had a driftwood shelf nailed into the wall with dried flowers and grasses decorating one side, and a few old books on the other. A long, woven tapestry hung over the bed which was neatly made. On the other side of the room, Violet had plastered the walls with posters of now defunct punk bands and a pile of clothes was draped over a dresser with half-opened drawers.

He turned his attention back to Jenna.

"So, this is my life," Jenna gestured around the room.

"I like it. You've made a home for yourself."

"Thanks."

She stood then on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the mouth. He held her face in his hand and kissed her back. Still connected they stumbled backward till Jenna was pressed up against the wall next to an open closet door.

As their tongues intertwined Jenna began fumbling with the buttons of his shirt and he reciprocated. Once her blouse was open he ran his hands up her flat stomach and squeezed her breast through her bra.

"I want you to take me again Mr. Stark" Jenna whispered into his ear.

He reached behind her to undo her bra strap when they heard a sudden noise.

It was a door opening. The music got louder and then quieter as the door shut again and there were two sets of footsteps. Jenna and John paused to listen.

"Come this way, we can use my room." They heard.

"That's Violet!" Jenna whispered. "Quick, come inside the closet."

John half laughed and half moaned at the untimely interruption. They stepped inside the closet and still pressed closely against one another, waited.

The door had slats in the top half which let them peer out. John recognized Violet as she entered the room. She had high heels and a short black skirt. She was holding hands with another girl who he soon recognized as Rose. They stumbled together and fell onto Jenna's bed, still kissing passionately.

Rose mumbled something and Violet replied, "Don't worry, Jenna won't mind. My bed is a mess anyway."

The two disentangled for a moment, and Rose now kneeling atop Violet, then removing her shirt and bra. Rose was facing away from the closet and so John could only assume that the sucking noises came from Violet as she ministered to Rose's breasts.

As the two girls in the bed continued their foreplay John felt a tug at his pants. Looking back to Jenna, he saw in the dim light her playful smile as she unbuttoned his slacks and began ever so slowly pulling down his zipper. Then she began kneeling, tugging his pants and boxers down as she went.

She paused for a moment to inspect his hardness. Delicately she took him inside her mouth and he tried to inhale quietly, hoping that his breath would go unnoticed by the moaning girls on the bed.

"Would you like me to go down on you now?" It was Rose's voice from the bed.

"I'd like that very much," came the reply.

John and Jenna listened quietly as kissing noises turned progressively more sloppy and Violet's moans grew louder. Then suddenly it went quiet.

"Are you teasing me again?" Asked Violet.

"Hmm, I was just thinking maybe you could do something for me while I make you cum?"

"What would you like darling?"

"Tell me what happened after I left you and Mr. Stark that night."

Jenna stopped sucking on John's cock as she took in the question but resumed as Rose spoke again.

"You could have stayed if you wanted to watch."

"I didn't think Steph needed the audience."

"Very kind of you. I guess you're just going to torment me with these little kisses until I tell you?"

"Hmm, that's right."

"Well, after Steph left I let Mr. Stark go. He promised to finish fucking me and I thought he meant it. So I removed the handcuffs and the leg straps."

"Keep going. I'll move from licking your thigh to your pussy when you give me the juicy details," Rose teased.

"Then he pounced on me. I couldn't believe how much stamina he had after you and Steph already rode him to two orgasms. He was like a wild animal. He flipped me over on my face and he dug his hands into my hair and pushed my face into the pillow. Then he plunged inside of me. It was relentless. All my screams were muffled into the pillow or you probably would have heard them across the courtyard. Fuck that's good, please don't stop."

"You better keep going or I'll stop licking," Rose taunted.

"He fucked me like that for so long. And he spanked me. Hard. I came without him even touching my clit. And then he ordered me to flip over. I tried to but it wasn't fast enough for him so he just threw me on my back and pinned my hands over my head. Fuck it was so sexy."

Jenna was now going as fast as she dared, swallowing John's cock almost to the back of her throat while he strained to hear without making a noise himself.

"Once I was on my back and he was fucking me he kept telling me to talk dirty to him. He told me to call him Daddy and to beg for Daddy's cock. I told him I was a good girl and please Daddy fuck your good girl harder."

"God Vi, you're such a slut."

"He liked it too. I finally said, 'Please Daddy, cum in my little pussy," and he shot his load inside of me. Then he got up, all dripping and sweaty. I thought he was done but he moved around to the front of the bed and slapped his cock on the side of my face. I could feel the loose cum sort of stick to my cheek and I took my finger and tasted it. He called me a good girl and then left to take a shower. I fell asleep with his cum dripping out of my pussy, but the next thing I knew I felt him on top of me again. Oh fuck I'm getting close."

"Keep going." Rose ordered.

"He, he sucked on my breasts, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my hips. He was ready for more. Oh fuck yes, just like that. And he entered me again, and oh god, oh god, he fucked me a second time and I was so sore, but he filled me up so good, oh fuck, Rose, Rose, fuck, Rose."

John watched while Violet, propped up on Jenna's pillows, shook and screamed and pulled on Rose's hair as she came in a violent fit. Then he looked back down at Jenna. In the striped light he watched she shadows changing on her cheeks as his cock moved in and out of her mouth. Her blouse was still open and he tucked his one hand inside her bra to squeeze her breast again while he steadied himself with the other hand on her shoulder.

Jenna gently moved her palm under John's balls, sensing that he had begun tensing up. Then she positioned the head of his cock on the center of her tongue and with her other hand pumped the base of his shaft until the warm cream erupted inside her mouth.

Moments apart, John and Violet both came down from their respective highs, separated by the thin closet doors.

Jenna locked eyes with John, and with a smile he saw her tilt her head forward. Then the white of his ejaculate slid off the pink of her tongue and into her cupped palm. With a scooping motion, she carefully lifted her skirt and penetrated herself, her lips forming a big letter O as she did.

***

Jenna and John had waited for a half hour or so as Violet took her turn pleasuring Rose before the girls returned to the party. Then John convinced Jenna to go back to his room so that they could have a night uninterrupted to themselves.

They snuck down the fire escape and made their way across the courtyard.

As they reached John's hallway, they spotted Tammy standing there.

"So, you've grown some balls and finally started fucking the young ones eh?" Tammy greeted them. "Oh, you're that little trollop I pulled out of the crowd, aren't you?"

Jenna didn't respond.

"Well John, I need to go call off the other officers I brought in to search for you. So you had damned well better have this little slut's signature on your timesheet to show for my efforts."

"I'm sorry, I forgot to sign, I'll do that right away," Jenna quickly covered for him.

Tammy eyed her suspiciously but handed over a pen. "You know that you can get caught lying right? I could do the inspection right now, no need for a nurse."

"We had sex Tammy. You would find exactly what you're looking for. Now leave the girl alone," John interjected.

"Fine." Tammy relented as Jenna signed the card. "In that case no need for the two of you to share evening cuddles. I'd rather you saved your limited libido to breed someone else John. You can head back to your room girl."

Jenna looked at John for guidance.

"We'll work out something tomorrow, Jenna." He said as consolation.

Standing on her tip toes she kissed him hard on the mouth and glared at Tammy before strutting to the exit with her head high and shoulders back.

"Good. Now John I've left something for you in your bedroom. You'll know what to do with it." and she ushered him into his suite before shutting the door behind him.

Good Lord, thought John, what now? New instructions from the agency? A vial of more aggressive steroids? But in this moment he didn't care. He was instead mulling over the possibility of sneaking back to see Jenna later in the evening. He had always wanted to throw pebbles at a girl's window...

More urgently though he had to reposition his pants. The whole walk over he had been walking awkwardly with an erection trying to escape from his boxers. The blowjob had done little to slake his lust, and even after it was over he had needed to stand silently, watching and listening as Violet knelt by the bed side, eating out Rose to climax.

Now alone, but forbidden to cum, he pulled down his pants and began toying with himself just inside the entryway. Tammy's insidious gift, whatever it was, could wait. He had been so close to finally making love to Jenna. He wanted to be back inside her so badly and it drove him wild that he had been denied.

So he allowed himself to stroke his balls, remembering the sensation of Jenna's mouth and Jenna's hands. After cumming so recently he was in no danger of having an accident. Absent mindedly he made his way towards his room, still playing with himself.

Finally, he opened the door.

Lying on his bed, in nothing but her pink underwear, was Laura Carruthers, the girl from earlier in the day.

"Hello Mr. Stark, I hope I'm not intruding."

