That stopped her fingers. That stopped them dead.

She swung herself around on her bottom, on the plinth, so fast she almost scraped off skin on the marble. Her back had been to it, before, when she first lay herself down on the plinth. Why had she done that? Why hadn't she taken a little more time to find herself a more secure spot, before she ... got busy?

Well, she'd been too horny to bother about that, obviously. And also, of course, the risk of someone finding her had added to her excitement. But she hadn't actually wanted that to happen. The threat was interesting, as an idea—but in reality, it was mortifying. This just sucked.

Five men in the doorway. All of them staring at her with big goofy grins. Five big grinning fuckers, with guns.

They weren't right on top of her, at least.

And she was stark naked. That would have been plenty bad enough, in itself. But she'd been fingerfucking herself ...

And they'd all seen it. They'd snuck in and been watching her, who knows how long. She'd been too wrapped up in her own nonsense to even notice, until just then.

"Holy fucking shit," she mumbled again.

(TBC)...