Though most of her input was fueled by outrage, that single, involuntary hitch of breath sat him firmly at the head of their game. Yet Eric was profoundly aware of the thinness of the ice supporting his scheme and indeed, the cold, plunging depths which shall become his home should he, for any reason, do anything stupid. Monica would be his little willing slut, with bruised knees and no gag reflex, soon enough. All he need be is patient.<br/><br/>She would seek out security, whether she suspected them or she intended to employ them. It was fortunate there was very little traffic today and those who were manning the desks were swiftly reassigned to legwork. With his standing order to keep the room sealed, a largely empty Cockpit would meet the fantastically figured employer. Loaded with opportunistic furniture, and of course, heaps of recording equipment, there was no better place to host their first dirty coupling.<br/><br/>He heard the electronic door deciphering her code and soon it swished open.  'Monica', he nodded, his tone far too gracious for the thoughts tumbling in his head, 'What brings you to these dingy neck of the woods?', he left his station to stand beside her. 'I must say you look wonderfully out of place in this<em>dark little hole</em>', and so it began. Porter wore a delicate little smirk as he leaned against the mainframe, surveying his soon to be mother-in-law. He had to admit, even hidden beneath the evil of clothing her body looked primed to kill. He had already called up the offending security footage, but kept it safe behind multiple windows, waiting for the opportune moment.<br/><br/>'I'm afraid I must insist you be swift, rather like our wonderful attorney. My, he whacked all those solicitation cases straight out of the park without even trying, didn't he?'