Mischa's Musings

Mischa's Musings

All Access Pass: Chapter Six

Security Breach (In My Pants)

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Jun 03, 2026
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Cal

“Hmmm…” Knocking on Sabine’s door wasn’t working, so I tested the handle. Unlocked. Pushing the door open just a crack, I call out, “Ms. Cross? Are you still here?”

No answer. I push open the door to peek into her office. She’s sitting in her chair, staring, unfocused.

Knocking on the door again, I speak a little louder. “Ms. Cross? Everything okay in here?”

“Oh, Cal. I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear you knock.” Sabine’s eyes focus on me and, if I’m not imagining it, she’s checking me out head to toe. Her line of sight pauses at my cock on her way back up before she meets my gaze.

I feel my pulse in my cock and straighten my stance, shoving any idea of desire deep down. This is my boss’s boss. “You looked pretty lost in thought. I was checking to see if you were ready to go.”

“Yes, now is a good time to wrap up.” Sabine taps a combination on her keyboard and stands. “Let me grab my things.”

“No rush, ma’am.” I automatically stand at-ease while she puts a folder in her bag and collects her water bottle and keys.

She heads around the desk, her arm brushing across my chest as she heads out the door. “You can call me Sabine.”

She says it flirty as fuck, but that’s not what gets me hard. What gets me hard is the scent of her as she brushes against me. Her perfume is light and airy, floral, like a summer garden. There’s some kind of sexy, musky undertone I can’t place.

“Yes, Sabine.” It’s not the first time I’ve been given permission to call someone by name, but it’s still a transition from the Sirs and Ma’ams I’m used to using.

“You’ve been here a few weeks now. How is everyone treating you?” Sabine smiles sweetly as we head for the elevators.

This isn’t technically part of my job, but walking Sabine to her vehicle is the highlight of my evening. She looks exactly like how I imagine a character looks in the smutty book series I read and I can’t resist wanting to be around her, even if it’s just for a short walk to her car.

“Good. I’m still finding my groove.” We stop at the elevators and I tap the button. It doesn’t take long for a set of doors to open and I automatically hold my arm out to prevent them from closing too quickly. “Ladies first,” I motion Sabine to precede me.

She does and I can’t help myself from taking a deep breath as she walks by me. She smells so damn good. The musky undertone I can’t place is going straight to my dick.

Get yourself under control. For fuck’s sake, she’s not the heroine in the novels, you ass. I step in the elevator and hit the lobby button. The doors slide shut and the lift starts down.

“Ugh. I’ve always hated elevators,” Sabine mutters.

“These get inspected often, so you’ve nothing to be afraid of.” I try to give her a reassuring smile, but her scent is filling the small elevator and it’s taking a lot of concentration not to flirt with her.

“Oh, it’s not that, it’s the little hiccup at the start and end of the ride. It’s just…” she pauses and shrugs, “I can’t really explain it. My stomach does this little flip.”

“Ah, yes. I hate that, too. Escalators, though? I have issues with them, too.” I can’t help but laugh. “It’s absurd, but getting on and off shouldn’t give me anxiety, but it does.”

“Me, too,” she says with a laugh. “I’m so glad I’m not alone. Metaphorically and right now.”

Too soon, the elevator ride is over. Stepping off, I hold the doors open while assessing the shadowy lot for any sign of trouble.

Sure that there’s no one lurking, I smile at Sabine and tilt my head. “Safe to exit.”

“Thank you, Cal.”

As she passes me I get another whiff of her scent. God, I want to lick her all over.

We make it to her car without incident. I open the door as she clicks the unlock button on her keys. She slides in and looks up at me.

“Have a lovely evening, Sabine.” It’s then that I notice my cock is on the same level as her lovely mouth. Swallowing hard, I try to think about anything else.

Immediately my mind visualizes her mouth working my cock, lipstick coating every inch. I can’t fight it and my cock floods, hardening so fast it hurts.

“You, too, Cal.” Sabine’s lips turn up into a smirk and she winks at me, then pulls the door the rest of the way and heads out.

“There’s no way she’s flirting with me…” Sighing, I head back into the building.

Sticking to my routine, it’s not long before I sit in the security office to stare at the screens. With others patrolling at different intervals, the entire building and property are, in my opinion, over-protected.

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