To aid me, and to give me some escape, I was now foolishly drinking to excess. But, amazingly, even when I was blotto, the images remained, seemingly ...ven more vivid to my booze-soaked brain. How many times now had I jerked off in a drunken stupor? Sometimes falling asleep right on the edge of the bed, awakening to find my hand still on my dick, telling me the mission had failed. I promptly took the problem in hand and finished the task.If I was to retain any of the sanity I hoped I still had. I’m not sure if it’s simply because it still allows fast access or not, but really, less than two dozen of our staff here have asked for it. And I’ve a question for Security. Did you have a discussion with your former Coursers about it? None of them have asked about it.”“I’ve certainly told them it’s an option, that it’s their own choice. I suspect ... no, I’m almost certain ... that they discussed it among themselves and decided not to do so. And I know why, too. In case the Director needed. She began to lick the finger provocatively as we pulled away from the lights. Brandi giggled still stroking her pussy and said."That was fun!" We were now only minutes away from the club and Brandi was still stroking her wet pussy. I decided to park in the multi storey car park just opposite the club. I chose a vacant corner space, fairly dark but with enough street light for visibility in case Brandi needed to use the car to get fucked in. Switching off the engine, I turned to Brandi who was. She was wearing a smart two piece grey skirt suit with a light black pinstripe, nude pantyhose and cute two-inch black trainers. The suit complimented Stephanie's 5'8" frame and athletic build. She wore her blond hair in a cute French braid. "Hey Stephanie, what's up? Why are you so dressed up?" "Believe it or not, I got a job here." Laura was surprised, "Really? How do you get a job here? You do not have any experience selling slaves." "Well I can't take too much credit," Stephanie smiled..