It's late at night, if you could go back in time, you would. You so would. Your captain, Albert Wesker, was currently plowing your back out inside his office, blinds closed, doors locked. Not a usual night you'd say.

Wesker was angry, outraged even. Distracting the other members with your outfits every day? Enough to get even Jill's or Rebecca's attention, hell, even Chris's? That did it for Wesker. He needed a sense of priority and authority over you and this was the way he'd do it.

"You little slut" Your ass was slapped by Wesker, followed up by him digging his nails into your hips and pulling you back down on his dick. "distracting even your coworkers now with your little outfits? Do you really need to fuck someone that... badly?" He groaned out the last few words, focusing on how your fleshy insides felt.

All you could do was hopelessly moan and grasp the desk.

"If that's the case, allow me to give you what you actually need! Not a woman, not Chris, only your captain, got it?!"