"That will be all," the Captain barked, his patent monotone music to Dt. Amy Santiago's ears.
In her mind, the slight rise in inflection at the end of his sentence meant she had just done a good job!
She was wrong.
Sitting back at her desk, Amy fondly watched her superior march away. Finally returning her attention to the waiting computer, the Cuban Detective began typing up her latest arrest statistics in earnest.
Watching from across the room, Gina Linetti scowled, setting down her nail file. The day had started out so well; perfect hair, new heater installed and Hitchcock and Scully were missing! Then little miss chirpy had gotten... irksome. She was irking.
However, seeing the brunette lap up attention finally gave the warped civilian administrator permission, at least in her mind, to carry out a prank she'd been meaning to let loose for a while. Gina suspected Amy wouldn't be so keen for attention after she was done with her.
Witnessing the junior detective being a goody-two-shoes was usually such a chore. Grabbing her phone the secretary smirked: but this was gonna be fun.
Allowing herself a momentary lapse in concentration, Amy turned her pencil pot 15 degrees to the left, scrutinizing over its exact position on the right side of her desk. When the brunette looked up she flinched: Gina Linetti was now perched on the rim beside her.
"How did you do that??" Amy gasped, big brown eyes wide as saucers, "You're like a vampire!"
Gina just shrugged, flicking her buoyant auburn hair casually over a shoulder, preening like a proud peacock:
"Well, my beauty does have an eternal quality to it."
Amy blinked; in spite of herself the Captain's assistant always set her on edge; she had a penchant for self-flattery and a general self-confidence the Detective lacked. Unfortunately for the uncomfortable brunette, this was just the beginning:
"So anyways, I wanted to show you this, hill-arious new video I found."
Amy frowned:
"But recreation time isn't for another 7 minutes..."
Ignoring the tepid response, Gina raised her golden iPhone till it hung millimeters before the brunette's eyes, tapping the play tab carelessly:
Amy's indignation died in her throat as the video began to play, sound burbling from the tiny speakers.
The brunette watched in horror as a familiar scene played out on the tiny screen before her. Seeing her own, half-naked form laid out over the interrogation room table, she watched as past Amy shuddered, Rosa Diaz reaching between her open legs.
"T-that was a private session!" Amy squeaked, looking up at the smiling secretary, satisfaction scrawled over Gina's face:
"Looks like a sex tape to me," Gina drawled, watching in amusement as the other Amy gasped on screen.
"I was, that was..." Amy responded shrilly, before realizing where she was and continuing in hushed tones:
"That was an instructional training session I set up for Dt. Diaz-"
"Really?" Gina laughed, raising a rye eyebrow: "Cos the only person that looks like she's learning anything is you!"
Amy's face flushed, wincing as the video played out, the other Amy groaning as her nethers were cruelly manipulated:
"I-it was roleplay, I was a suspect being searched... thoroughly! All completely above board-"
The on-screen Amy moaned.
"Shhhh!" Gina replied, ignoring the brunette's weak excuses:
"This is my favourite bit!"
Amy watched in horror as Rosa inserted a finger into her own anus, watching past Amy shiver as she was cruelly invaded.
"Wow look at you go Ho!" Gina laughed, enjoying the straight-laced Detective's obvious discomfort:
"How are you sooo good at taking it like a lil'bitch??"
"I-I'm not a Ho!" Amy exclaimed, hand flying to her mouth as she realized she'd said that out loud, whispering:
"Or a bitch..."
"That's not how it looks to me," Gina responded, turning off the video, "Or to the rest of the Nine Nine I bet..."
Amy went pale, speaking anxiously:
"Gina, no one can see that, I'd be humiliated!"
"Watcha watching??"
Just at that moment, Jake strolled over, taking a seat at the desk opposite Santiago's."
"Nothing!" Amy squeaked.
"Porn." Gina stated dryly.
The two women responded simultaneously, speaking over each other.
"Oooooooo!" Jake laughed, turning his attention back to his waiting monitor:
"Remember to keep it profesh girls!"
"Gina, I need that video!" Amy whispered insistently, big brown eyes pleading with the smug redhead:
"Is that the only copy??"
"You bet'cha," Gina replied, leaning over the brunette to whisper in her ear:
"But, since you need it sooo badly..."
"what are you -Ahhh?"
Amy gasped, clenching her armrests:
Not missing a beat, Gina had closed the small distance between them, masking her actions with their bodies. Reaching down from her perch on the desk's rim, she tugged forward the belt of Amy's trouser-suit. Before the Detective could react, she slipped her phone into the tight space.
Frozen, Amy felt hard plastic descend down the front of her pants. Amazed she stared open-mouthed at the redhead as the IPhone slipped past the hem of her panties, brushing over downy hair. In less than a second the handset was nestled in the seat of her crotch; the rest of the precinct none-the-wiser.
"There you go silly!" Gina stated condescendingly:
"Now you have fun!"
Not waiting for a response the redhead stood up, turning on the spot, making sure the Detective's vision was filled by her perfect behind.
Amy could only watch, paralysed, as the precinct's kleptomaniac strutted away.
Finally closing her mouth, the cute latina considered her situation: All things considered, that could have gone a lot worse. Sure, she had been privately humiliated but considering the alternative this was not the worst outcome.
She had the phone, she had the evidence. Now she just had to delete it.
Amy surreptitiously reached between her legs.
Seeing Gina reach her own desk, the brunette glimpsed the redhead grasping her tabletop handset and begin to dial theatrically:
"Wait..." Amy murmured, eyes widening as she realized what was about to happen.
Then she felt the first buzz:
Flinching in her seat, the latina detective shuddered in place, her own hands vibrating minutely against the desk. Sending a waving of sensation up through her pussy, the brunette felt the wedge of plastic shake against her core.
Tensing against the surprise sensation, Amy bit her lip; mortified.
Gina grinned widely, handset pressed against her ear as she stared back at the shocked Detective: delicious.
Feeling the phone shudder against her core once more Amy gasped, gripping the desk. About to stand, she held still as the Captain passed her desk, realizing how public her ministrations now were.
When the phone shook again, her knees rattled against the underside of the desk, Amy swallowing hard: Gina must have turned up the ring, either that or her phone was supercharged! There was no way her body could be reacting this way to an ordinary phone!!
Tensing up instinctively, Amy wanted to grab it immediately. But now there was no Gina shaped obstruction: Just Amy and the desk masking her humiliation from the rest of the nine nine.
Amy whimpered, finally fully aware of her very public situation: she was practically on display, surrounded by co-workers and friends, people she worked with everyday! If she did anything out of the ordinary everyone would know.
The phone vibrated insistently between her thighs yet again: Gina was an evil genius.
Giving the civilian administrator a pleading look, Amy clutched her hands together, making a subtle plea. The redhead shook her head, pouting naughtily.
Glaring at the insane woman, Amy attempted to weigh up her options, the phone's ministrations making it harder to breath, let alone think! Taking a shuddering breath, the brunette whimpered; she had to get out of here.
Sliding her chair back, Amy began to stand up.
"Whats this?" Jake exclaimed theatrically.
"Huh! Wha??" Amy froze, trying not to panic. Could he know??!
"Come on Amy," Jake replied, mocking the usually eager brunette:
"Everybody knows you take a break every hour, well, a 'power break'. Which isn't due forrrr..."
Jake smirked, checking his wristwatch:
"Another 5 minutes. Suspicious..."
The Detective raised an eyebrow and Amy shrunk:
"So what gives Santiago???"
Feeling several judgmental eyes turn her way, Amy cursed, her own regimented predictability now her downfall. She stuck so closely to her own schedule even this slacker knew when she was out of sync!
Mouth becoming a thin line, the Cuban Detective sat back down slowly, much to Jake's delight:
"Now that's more like it!"
Returning to his work, Amy breathed a sigh of relief; just as the phone started buzzing again.
Amy moaned under her breath, feeling the device throb insistently against her nethers. She had to just ignore it, to work, anything!
Attempting to reach for her keyboard the phone buzzed again, harder. Amy's palms slapped the keys as she quivered, eyelashes fluttering as she was covertly stimulated.
Still at her desk, Gina watched with genuine fascination, handset in hand, as the brunette helplessly shuddered in time with each wave of sensation, pale and desperate. Gina licked her lips, her other hand slipping under the desk.
Unable to even pretend, Amy closed her eyes, her body responding to the repeating sensations. Feeling her nipples harden, the Detective shrugged in her jacket, praying no one noticed. Why was she getting so damn hot?!
4 minutes till her break, she could last another 4 minutes!
Then the phone vibrated again and she whimpered, nose crinkling adorably as the device sent waves of stimulation up through her pussy lips.
She wasn't going to make it.
"Mmmm..."
Amy moaned, her stance loosening. She couldn't relax, couldn't give into the sensations. The next time it vibrated the brunette felt her hips shift; down against cell phone. God she was weak!
" 'Nother typo buddy?" Jake asked casually.
