“Yeah, we know, we’ve done this before,” said Nick.
“Great. We’ll get started then.”
On the wall nearest the foot of the bed, Officer Vichy slid open a panel. There was a screen behind it, much like those in the standard visitor rooms. Instead of displaying a glaring live feed of the room itself, this screen was divided into four columns, each with a name at the top.
Nick and Noah’s columns each showed a clock set to count down from two hours.
Kristen and Officer Deacon’s each showed a tally of zero points gained so far, with one point available next.
Officer Vichy passed the men a bottle of alcohol gel.
Noah unbuttoned his shirt, and Nick pulled his off completely, so that they could both use the gel to remove their own pleasure-proof pasties.
Kristen openly watched Nick, taking in the close-up, living view of his upper body, more than she’d ever gotten to see in his movies. Nick didn’t look at her.
“I don’t know why we have to do this part every time,” he said to Noah, while rubbing in the gel and waiting for the adhesive to release. “I never end up using my nipples anyway.”
“When I invest in a full unlocking, I like to get a full unlocking,” said Noah. “You can leave yours on if you want to.”
“Too late,” Nick sighed. “I’ve almost got… there we go.”
When the pasties were disposed of, Officer Vichy tapped a command on her tablet.
At once, the two clocks on the screen began their countdowns, and a pair of clicks announced that the men’s chastity devices were now unlocked.
“Have fun, gentlemen.” Officer Vichy took one of the individual cushioned chairs in the far corner, where she could watch and track the proceedings with her tablet without getting in the way.
“Ah, now that’s what I’m talking about,” Noah sighed happily, reaching down the front of his suit pants to slide the rigid steel cage off his cock. He pulled it out, chains trailing behind it, and set it on one of the empty end tables. In celebration of his freedom, he stood up from the couch and danced his hips around in a full circle before sitting down again. “Nothing like it.”
Nick stayed seated while he removed his own. Kristen had never seen someone get out of a chastity device so expressionlessly, not even Zach, who could do it at will.
She glanced at Officer Deacon, to see if the sight was equally strange to her. Officer Deacon answered her with a subtle eye-roll.
“I’m sorry, girls, you’re just standing there, being so patient!” exclaimed Noah. “Would you join us?”
Officer Deacon immediately nodded and tried to push Kristen toward the end of the couch nearest Noah. Kristen veered to the side and grabbed the spot next to Nick instead. Officer Deacon sat next to Noah herself and shook her head exasperatedly at Kristen as soon as no one else was looking. Kristen smiled sweetly back at her.
“Could you open that bottle of wine?” Noah asked Officer Deacon, pointing to the cart behind her. “Is that a shiraz? That sounds so good right now. Would you girls have a drink with us?”
It was not lost on Kristen how many requests Noah had slipped into the conversation already, more than he needed to. “Would you have a drink with us?” instead of “Would you like a drink?”
Just by sitting and accepting the glass Officer Deacon passed down the line to her, Kristen had already earned three points. Officer Deacon had earned seven.
Sticking close to Noah definitely seemed like the smarter strategic position, but Kristen wasn’t ready to regret her decision yet. She intended to get a reaction out of Nick before the end of the session. She would have bet points on it.
“So, tell us a bit about what brings you both here,” Noah asked, swirling the wine in his glass and taking a sip. “Obviously, it’s not — oh, that is good — it’s not about, uh, personal satisfaction, for you two. Or maybe it is? Maybe getting used and left locked is what you’re into. I don’t know. We’re certainly not ones to judge.”
Tell us. That was another request.
“Well, I’m trying to save up for something a bit special next week,” Kristen answered.
She took a sip of her wine. It was much smoother than anything she’d had the chance to try at illicit high school parties. After a few moments, a tingling warmth soothed away some of the tense anticipation in her chest. A second sip spread the warmth down to her pussy, dilating every blood vessel, pointlessly waking her imprisoned clit.
“Ooh, what’s next week?” asked Noah. “Birthday? Anniversary?”
“It’s… the end of a mandatory lockdown, for me,” said Kristen.
“Mandatory lockdown?” Noah gasped happily. “Why? Have you been a bad girl?”
Kristen could not bring herself to tell a lie as big as “no.”
“It’s part of my empathy and restraint training,” Kristen skipped to the truth.
“That’s too bad,” said Noah. “I think Nick would have enjoyed helping to punish you.”
Nick shifted in his seat between them.
“Aw, he still can,” said Kristen slowly wrapping her arm around him, brushing fingers along the back of his neck as she went. “If that’s what he wants to ask for.”
Nick gave no voluntary response, positive or negative, though a subtle stripe of goosebumps followed her touch.
“I might have been a bad girl,” Officer Deacon volunteered seriously.
Kristen’s attention snapped to her.
“I didn’t mean to be, but I…” Officer Deacon paused to choose her words, “I’ve made some dubious choices, and some of them might catch up with me soon. If they do, I want to have a nice cushion of points to take away, rather than going into debt.”
“That’s some sensible planning, right there, if I may say so,” said Noah, clinking his glass to hers. “With a head like that on your shoulders, I’m sure you’ll come through it just fine, whatever it is.”
“Thank you,” said Officer Deacon.
Kristen couldn’t tell if her gratitude was polite or sincere. Either way, she didn’t share his certainty.
“So, not to, uh, put too fine a point on it,” said Noah, “but from what I’m hearing, neither of you are running off to buy yourself a more satisfying experience after we’re done here, are you? Even with all the points you’re going to earn, you’re not going to cum today. Or tomorrow, or the day after. Tell me.”
“I couldn’t spend points before next week if I tried,” Kristen stuck to the truth. “Not without sacrificing my career.”
“I’m saving everything I can until… around that same time,” Officer Deacon confirmed.
“Oh, I just love knowing that.” Noah put a hand to the erection developing under his suit pants. “Don’t you just love knowing that, Nick? I know you do. Just think about those lonely, caged up pussies, so close to this action with no way to get to it.” He poked Nick playfully on the thigh. “No offense, girls. Just trying to get this one in the mood. His buttons can be a bit intense, and specific.”
“No problem,” Kristen assured him, though her clit was throwing a tiny claustrophobic tantrum at his words. “That’s what we’re here for today.”
“Kristen, would you do me a favor,” said Noah, “and put your hand down those baggy jeans Nick insists on wearing, to check how he’s coming along so far?”
Kristen glanced at Nick, trying to gauge his feelings on this prospect. He clasped his hands behind his head and looked back at her with what she could only guess was expectation.
Very slowly, giving him plenty of time to react, she set her glass aside and slid her fingers down under his waistband. She found his unrestrained cock still pointing downward, swollen just enough that she had to push the stiff denim out of the way to move it comfortably to the upright position.
“He’s on his way,” Kristen answered Noah’s question. “But I’ll bet he gets a lot bigger than this. What do you need, Nick?” she let her voice get husky, her breath brushing his ear. “Do you want to hear me tell you how much I want you in my pussy, before you fuck me someplace else? Because I do. I always have. That might sound like a line, but it’s you. You’ve given me orgasms just by existing before. If anything, I’ll be paying you back. Would you like to play with my breasts? See how they feel pressed together around your cock? Better for you than for me, but I won’t mind.”
His half erection twitched once or twice while she spoke, but did not fill the way she would have expected.
“I’d like to see them,” said Noah. “And those devices. Would you let us unzip you?”
“Of course.”
Kristen withdrew her hand, turned away, and let Nick pull the zipper of her tunic all the way down, so that the loose fabric fell away from the front of her. When she turned back toward the center of the couch, she stole a few seconds to look at Officer Deacon, closer to naked than she had ever seen her, sitting there in the same pasties and steel chastity device as Kristen herself.
“Beautiful, by the way, both of you,” said Noah.
“Thank you,” the women both replied.
“Now, these,” he pointed to Officer Deacon’s device, “these are Bureau standardized, I assume, just like ours?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“I’m a little less familiar with the, uh, mechanics of your version, obviously,” said Noah. “But without digital access, there’s nothing we could do that would get past these, right? No matter how we play, there aren’t going to be any unauthorized, uh, detonations?”
“In testing, locked devices have proven one hundred percent effective at orgasm prevention,” Officer Deacon confirmed, “not counting prostate orgasms, which neither of us are capable of.”
“Terrific,” said Noah. “In that case, would you pass me one of those vibrators I saw in the display there?”
“Which one?” asked Officer Deacon.
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