"Good god, will you look at that ass?"
"Oh yeah, the things I would do for that one..."
"Mmmhmm. Those lips make me think naughty, dirty thoughts."
"Oh yeah, the things I would do for that one..."
"Mmmhmm. Those lips make me think naughty, dirty thoughts."
*Blinking, she stared at the tape deck as if it had grown a second head. This was Psiforce, anything was possible. New recruits were taught how to monitor open channels for potentially useful information. Whenever someone heard something slightly interesting, they make a vocal remark that imprinted on a 2nd tape, spooled to run concurrent with the first. The tapes were then sent to more experienced agents, to judge whether the data needed to be checked further or could be discarded.*
*It was a boring job, and most started tuning out after a short time, which was why it was a specialized skill. Any recruit that showed potential for code-calling was immediately trained especially for this. Explained why hearing a random voice on the 2nd under-track had stunned her nearly awake. Listening to these normally put her into such a stupor that she didn't notice anything around her.*
*Glancing around the table, she realized most of the women with her were NOT listening intently to the tracks. No, they were all staring towards Mack's office. What fresh hell was going on now? Whatever it was, training was likely over for the day. Shutting down her deck, she headed to her small desk, stretching to work the kinks out of her back from sitting in the uncomfortable chair. Hearing titters of flirting women falling over their feet to gain attention, she rolled her eyes as she turned to see what appeared to be ruining ALL the panties today.*
*Imagine her surprise as she spotted Turstin. His fingers curled into a manila folder, he looked as if he'd rather be anywhere but there. He didn't do "polite" well either, so some of the females getting too close were likely to get snapped at. As one of the women tugged his phone from his belt in a brazen attempt to give him her number, she felt a growl growing in her chest. What the hell were those hussies doing, touching her mate? Did they not see his hand?*
*Normally, she'd not have been so public. She'd likely be embarrassed later, but without thinking she'd made her way from her cubicle to his side, her fingers tangling in the thick curls at the nape of his neck to draw his lips down to hers. The spark that always ignited in mates heated to a dull roar, sounds of a polite cough filtering through after a few long minutes. T's brow raised slightly as he stared down at her. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled away, mumbling a quiet apology*
*Well. There went doing anything constructive for a bit. She really wanted to say "to hell with work" and follow her mate home and erase all other invisible hand prints on him that she imagined she could definitely see. She still had an hour on the clock though. Motioning towards the locked door, she muttered* To hell with this. Locker. Need my things. Taking you home, Tiger.
*Quickly dodging the few people that had been witness to her uncharacteristic behavior, she unlocked the door to the locker rooms, grabbing her things before slamming the door shut. She wasn't totally surprised to see Phone Hussy leaning against the row of unused lockers* Can I help you? *The woman walked around her, eyeing her up and down. Mentioning that Amethyst didn't seem the type. The type to what?? At the next question, Am sputtered, eyes wide.*
*Who the hell asks another person if they screwed someone in animal form, if it was like furries or if his nails hurt?* I have no idea why you think that was an okay question to ask your superior. But it really is none of your business what my mate and I do. Behind closed doors or otherwise. *Glancing meaningfully at the female's hand, she gave her a tight lipped smile* The next time your hand wanders towards my mate, you will pull back a bloody stump. I'm a Psiforce agent. Vicious and capable of violence? THAT is my type.
*It was a boring job, and most started tuning out after a short time, which was why it was a specialized skill. Any recruit that showed potential for code-calling was immediately trained especially for this. Explained why hearing a random voice on the 2nd under-track had stunned her nearly awake. Listening to these normally put her into such a stupor that she didn't notice anything around her.*
*Glancing around the table, she realized most of the women with her were NOT listening intently to the tracks. No, they were all staring towards Mack's office. What fresh hell was going on now? Whatever it was, training was likely over for the day. Shutting down her deck, she headed to her small desk, stretching to work the kinks out of her back from sitting in the uncomfortable chair. Hearing titters of flirting women falling over their feet to gain attention, she rolled her eyes as she turned to see what appeared to be ruining ALL the panties today.*
*Imagine her surprise as she spotted Turstin. His fingers curled into a manila folder, he looked as if he'd rather be anywhere but there. He didn't do "polite" well either, so some of the females getting too close were likely to get snapped at. As one of the women tugged his phone from his belt in a brazen attempt to give him her number, she felt a growl growing in her chest. What the hell were those hussies doing, touching her mate? Did they not see his hand?*
*Normally, she'd not have been so public. She'd likely be embarrassed later, but without thinking she'd made her way from her cubicle to his side, her fingers tangling in the thick curls at the nape of his neck to draw his lips down to hers. The spark that always ignited in mates heated to a dull roar, sounds of a polite cough filtering through after a few long minutes. T's brow raised slightly as he stared down at her. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled away, mumbling a quiet apology*
*Well. There went doing anything constructive for a bit. She really wanted to say "to hell with work" and follow her mate home and erase all other invisible hand prints on him that she imagined she could definitely see. She still had an hour on the clock though. Motioning towards the locked door, she muttered* To hell with this. Locker. Need my things. Taking you home, Tiger.
*Quickly dodging the few people that had been witness to her uncharacteristic behavior, she unlocked the door to the locker rooms, grabbing her things before slamming the door shut. She wasn't totally surprised to see Phone Hussy leaning against the row of unused lockers* Can I help you? *The woman walked around her, eyeing her up and down. Mentioning that Amethyst didn't seem the type. The type to what?? At the next question, Am sputtered, eyes wide.*
*Who the hell asks another person if they screwed someone in animal form, if it was like furries or if his nails hurt?* I have no idea why you think that was an okay question to ask your superior. But it really is none of your business what my mate and I do. Behind closed doors or otherwise. *Glancing meaningfully at the female's hand, she gave her a tight lipped smile* The next time your hand wanders towards my mate, you will pull back a bloody stump. I'm a Psiforce agent. Vicious and capable of violence? THAT is my type.