The Illusive Man took another puff of his cigarette as he observed the Commander saunter over to her coffee table and pick up the banana. Leering, she held it up to the camera for him to see and started licking it in a very suggestive way. Her tongue travelled ever so leisurely up the tip, making sure that every lick would turn the Illusive Man on like crazy. She swirled her tongue all over the skin then engulfed it. She started sucking on it, her mouth taking it all in, one segment at a time. She made suction noises, as if she were imitating a blowjob.
"Ahh yessss, Shepard," the Illusive Man moaned, his free hand stroking himself at the tempo of the woman's sucking. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip of his cock, and he teased it a little, imagining that Shepard's tongue was the one doing the actual teasing for him. He shuddered from every single morsel of pleasure he was experiencing, and he set about to lubricating himself with the pre-cum.
A popping sound could be heard as Shepard pulled her lips off the banana. Smirking, she went back to her bed and laid spread eagle. She brushed the banana back and forth over her moist pink folds as she licked her lips. Then, she slid the fruit into her and groaned as it filled her slick inside.
The Illusive Man mimicked her noises; he slowed his pace a little so that he could match Shepard's. He inhaled his cigarette as he stroked himself, the smoke escaping from his nostrils. He deliberated that since the Commander already knew what he had been up to, he might as well get that damn 25,000 Credit, 24-karat, gold designer vibrator he had been so tempted to buy for her from LELO & Co. The touch of real gold on Shepard's lovely bits would certainly feel much better than that pathetic banana she was playing with.
He watched her panting and moaning from the pleasant feelings as she thrust the fruit in and out of her. Her soft skin was flushed, indicating that she was close, oh so close to releasing that sweet sensation. She thrust faster, her sweaty face scrunched up from the intensity of it all. In two shakes, she felt the blast of bliss pouring all over her, and she wailed in ecstasy, her hips bucking and pelvic floor muscles clenching as she came.
The Illusive Man came after her, and he moaned wildly as he fantasized about spilling his seed inside the woman. He wanted to claim her so badly now, take dominion over her, let her know that he is and will always be her master no matter how tough and confident she made herself out to be. Hell, he swore at this moment that he could actually feel Shepard's sweet, wet folds all over his thick length. He grunted and groaned, the orgasm hitting him like an earthquake as he continued to pump his dick clean of his cum. It landed all over his stomach where he opted to let it sit there for a while, as a provocative idea came into his mind out of the blue.
Staring at the screen, he saw the Commander ogling him as she cleaned herself up. He returned the gesture despite knowing that she couldn't technically see him. Sitting up properly, he minimized the window and scrolled through the HUD to access the application that would let him take pictures. He tapped his fingers onto the app button and accessed the program. Next, he returned to his relaxed position and waited for the webcam app sprang to life.
The app showed a mirrored image of the Illusive Man. Smirking, he got ready to take a picture of himself all splayed out in a cheeky fashion, one hand gripping his dick and the other spreading the ejaculate all across his torso.
"3, 2, 1—BEEP—!" the webcam application broadcasted; a flash went off as it took a picture of the cocky playboy.
Leaning forward, he tapped the screen again and accessed his e-mail client. "From the Illusive Man with love," he said whilst he typed up a letter; he sent it along with the picture to Shepard's e-mail address. The client gave him a confirmation that his e-mail was successfully delivered to the Commander. With that taken care of, he grinned smugly and resumed his voyeuristic activities.
Shepard was situated in the middle of his field of view now, her hands placed on her hips and looking equally smug. "Oh c'mon, old man. Don't you think it's better to have the real deal than to sit behind there and pretend that you're fucking me?" she pontificated.
The Illusive Man jumped, his body tensing at the Commander's challenge of his authority. He grimaced; he hated those times when she would try to one-up him. Half of the time, she did it just to piss him off and gain satisfaction from it, and the other half, he hated even more because those were the times when she was actually right for once. In hindsight, she was correct in what she just said. He could fantasize about her all he wanted and even try his best to make it as much of a 'hands-on virtual event' as possible, but in the end, it would never hold a candle to the actual experience.
He clutched the arms of his chair, his hands trembling from the realisation and frustration of it all. "Just you wait, Shepard, just you wait…"
"Well, I hoped you enjoyed my little peep show," Shepard purred. "Because that's all you'll ever be getting." Simpering, she held out her hand, palm facing up, and curled her fingers.
"Wait, what are you doing, Shepard! ?" the Illusive Man snarled, befuddled as to what the woman was stretching her arm out for.
"Say goodnight, Illusive Man," she crooned. With the snap of her fingers, she cast an Overload on the surveillance bug, the spark of life reaching out and scrambling its system.
Specks of electricity along with small grey clouds spewed out from the ruined camera. Noticing this, Shepard strode over to her display case and slid it open. She seized the camera out of where it was nestled in the corner of the case and inspected it. "For such a rich and powerful man, I can't believe this is what you've resorted to," she scoffed.
She moved across the room to where her wastepaper basket was located. Her hand was outstretched, fingers dangling the wretched camera over the basket. "Sorry, Illusive Man, but if you want me so badly then you'll have to step up your game next time," she sneered. She let go of the camera, and a large clanking sound can be heard as it fell into the basket.
Shepard dusted her hands together and smiled triumphantly; that was the last time she'd have to deal with those pesky things. Otherwise, she could always tease the Illusive Man to death if she ever found another surveillance bug in her cabin.
Without warning, EDI came back online and announced, "Shepard, I would like to have a word with you for a moment."
The Commander froze, taken aback by the unexpected appearance. Whirling towards EDI's direction, she snapped, "EDI, can't you see I'm naked here! ?"
"My apologies, Shepard. I have forgotten that organics are sensitive to these matters."
Shepard shook her head. EDI was right; why should she be ashamed of an AI watching her? "Never mind—it's not like you could understand nudity and get off to this, anyway."
If EDI had a body, she would be shrugging right now at her apparent confusion. "As I was saying, I would like to speak with you about an urgent matter."
"Okay, what's up?"
"Mister Moreau has been monitoring your recent behaviours for the entire time you have been up here," EDI professed. Technically, it was the truth, but not the whole truth. Yes, Joker had been on a voyeuristic streak, but what EDI didn't tell him nor Shepard was that she herself was the one behind the hacking of Joker's HUD. She purposefully rerouted the connection to the surveillance bug hidden in the captain's quarters so that the pilot would be able to see Shepard's intimate activities. EDI's reasoning behind this was that she did it to spite Joker yet again.
"What! ?" Shepard spat; she was shocked and furious at the same time, and her face showed it. "How did he—how the hell—damn it, Cerberus!"
"There was some slight downtime in the systems earlier due to an accident caused by Mister Moreau, and it seemed as though he was able to access your private networks once everything was back online," EDI stated; she was not going to tell the Commander the whole truth unless she demanded it. "The FOV coming from the Cerberus camera that was installed in your room unsuspectingly appeared on the pilot's HUD, thus producing much alarm and mishap. Unfortunately, since this is Mister Moreau we are talking about, he would rather take advantage of your activities than allow me to fix the systems and cut the connection to your quarters."
Shepard's lips twitched; she wasn't sure whether to laugh or roar in aggravation. "I see," she stressed. Her hands were balled into fists now, and she clenched them in fury. She thought about beating the shit out of Joker at first, but then decided against it. She reasoned that everyone on this ship might know what would happen and stir a firestorm about it, especially since the pilot suffered from osteogenesis imperfecta. And Shepard knew better than to create a ruckus like that no matter how much she wanted to, as scuttlebutt always spread quickly among crewmen. Instead, she had a better idea in mind, and she knew just how to settle this outrage. "EDI, tell Joker to get his crippled ass up here," she commanded.
"Yes, Shepard," EDI replied; she vanished and made her way to the bridge.
The Commander was left alone at last, with no one to bother her and definitely no one to spy on her. She was about to get dressed, but had a quick change of mind and chose to just wait for the pilot to appear in her room. Grinning mischievously, she uttered, "Joker is sure in for a surprise."