It took Daniel a moment to realize what he was looking at on the monitor. Level R, Hallway C South. The clock in the corner of the screen read 3:24 a.m. When the image came together, he snorted, shaking his head. Sometimes these scientists acted like teenagers at a summer camp. He could almost hear the thump as the couple in C South stumbled against the wall, locked together in an amorous embrace. Minimizing that feed so he could keep a managerial eye on the lovers, Daniel returned the main screen to its usual quad-split rotation.

Barely two minutes had passed when motion from the dedicated feed drew his attention. The couple were making for the therm lab door. When the woman raised her hand to the security access panel, Daniel shot forward in his rolling chair, squinting, and enlarged the view. He knew that profile, with its pert little nose and almond-shaped eye. How could he not recognize her? That face hovered in the back of his consciousness all the time these days.

Daniel ground his teeth.

I've been losing my mind since then, remembering the way you felt inside me, she had whispered.

She had been aroused. She had wanted him to touch her. She had offered him things he had envisioned for months, since she had first set foot on base.

That could have been you, brother, that guy she's making out with right now. That could be your tongue in her mouth, your hand on her ass, your thigh parting her legs...

But she had gotten Daniel's hackles up, and he had turned her down, and now she had found another man to share the pleasure she had offered to him.

The security tech switched his view to the camera inside the lab. The man with Dr. Awe laughed and grabbed her around the waist from behind. One of his hands disappeared down the neck of her blouse.

Daniel grimaced with distaste and jealousy. Who are you kidding, Aerov? You wouldn't know the first thing to do with a woman like that. She clocked you as a virgin right away.

As the man on the monitor tilted Tuesday's head with his cheek to press a kiss against her neck, Daniel caught sight of his face. It was Dr. Adrian.

A blue streak of curses issued from Daniel's lips. He jumped to his feet and kicked at his chair, which rolled across the room to strike a wall. When he glanced back at the monitor, Dr. Awe was smiling up at the camera. At him. That knowing goddamn smile. He hated it. He loathed it. He wanted to kiss it right off her fucking face. The young man sucked his teeth with annoyance and frustration.

Dr. Awe extricated herself from the other scientist's grasp and drew him toward a worktable directly under the camera's gaze. The doctors were speaking to each other, but the security feed did not include audio, so Daniel caught none of their words. Their actions, however, could not have spoken with more force: Adrian was backing Tuesday against the edge of the table and unbuttoning her blouse, then unfastening her bra. She drew Adrian's face between her breasts and stared at Daniel over his head, licking her full lips.

Daniel turned his head at an angle and glared warningly at her, though she could not see it.

Adrian's skull blocked one of her breasts, and Tuesday tilted her head back, eyes closing in pleasure. Her lips parted, and Daniel imagined her sighing. She put her palms behind her and lifted her bottom onto the table. Adrian followed her, tilting her back to kiss his way down her smooth belly. His fingers went to the fly on her dark tailored pants.

You left me all...wet...and swollen.

The security tech smacked his hands down on the table in front of him and bent his head down between his shoulders, bullishly staring at the floor. But his gaze was drawn inexorably back up to the monitor, where Adrian was working Tuesday's panties off. She leaned back on her elbows and parted her thighs. Daniel caught only a glimpse of Tuesday's neatly-trimmed sex before Adrian's head settled between her legs. She stared fixedly at the camera as her eyebrows drew down, her mouth pursing.

Daniel felt he could read her lips. Oh. Oh, yes. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward him. It was theater, all of it. Playacting for his benefit. He knew this.

Oooh.

But that was still Adrian's mouth on her sex, charade or no.

Daniel realized that he was on his knees, his face inches from the monitor.

Tuesday tilted her chin up and laughed. And then she moved her lips deliberately, mouthing words meant only for him.

Don't. Look.

And then the laughter was gone, and her head fell back, and even her braids trembled as her climax rippled through her.

oooOOOooo

The phone rang twenty minutes later, and Daniel nearly ripped the cord out of the wall.

"The things you make me do," she sighed into his ear.

"I haven't made you do anything," he growled.

Tuesday was silent. He imagined he could hear her breath. He wanted to roar his anger and frustration into the phone. Still she said nothing.

"What did you do?" he asked at last. "You stepped out of view of the camera after..." After you came. He could not bring himself to complete the thought out loud. "What did you do?"

"What do you think I did?" Her voice was a complex bouquet of curiosity and ridicule.

Daniel gripped the receiver so hard that he thought it might shatter in his fist. "Did you suck his dick?" he rapped out. The image of Tuesday, half-naked, disheveled, on her knees and pleasuring Adrian with her beautiful mouth had been tormenting him since the pair had vanished from view.

Tuesday snorted. "Good heavens, no!"

"You let him screw you?" How would she allow that bastard to take her? Bent over a table? On her knees? She wouldn't want to look at his face. Had he made her come again?

"Is that worse? Or better?" she deflected. "Than fellatio, I mean. I'm genuinely interested to know."

Daniel actually snarled.

"Very well." He could practically hear her eyes rolling. "His pudenda made no contact with my own. Nor with my mouth either."

He took a deep breath, considering this. So you only want a slave to eat you out, doc?

Fuck.

I could do that.

"Don't imagine that I left him unsatisfied," she continued in response to his silence. "I simply told him that the second part of my fantasy was to see him...service himself. So I just sat back and enjoyed the show, really."

"'The second part of your fantasy'? So the first part... was to lure him in there, letting him think this was a fantasy of yours?"

"Precisely. But, Daniel, entre nous, he was not the focus of my fantasy. You know this. He's simply...a...a stopgap, if you will. If I can't have your hands on me, then your eyes must suffice. I must imagine his mouth is your mouth, and so forth. He was a poor substitute, but you've left me little choice. Daniel, what time is your shift over?" she asked abruptly.

"Six," he replied simply, startled, his heart pounding.

"Well. I'm going to take a shower now. I am going to scrub every inch of my body very thoroughly. Do you understand me? After that I will snuggle into bed. Naked. When your shift is over at six, come to my room."

Daniel summoned every ounce of willpower he had left and spoke: "Tuesday-"

"I won't open my door for you," she interrupted primly. "But if you can get yourself in, I will give you a lovely reward." Tuesday paused, then inquired thoughtfully, "Have you ever had your cock sucked? Well, you've never had it sucked by me, at any rate."

Daniel's reaction to her words was visceral. He fought for air, as if suddenly there was not enough oxygen in the room.

"Say you'll come," Tuesday whispered.

The young man clamped his lips together to prevent a whimper from escaping.

"It's you I want, darling. Please. Do you want me to beg? Because I will."

Eyes wide, Daniel hung up the phone.