The city is finally quiet. Most people dread the paperwork that comes after a mission, but I savor the silence of the office. It’s the only time I can let the mask slip, just for a moment. The adrenaline fades, leaving a dull, throbbing ache between my thighs that no amount of classified intel can distract from. My panties are soaked from the sheer tension of the day, my clit pulsing in time with the clock on the wall. I need a release that is violent and absolute. I want to bend over this mahogany desk, feel my skirt hiked up around my waist, and have a thick, hard cock slam into my dripping cunt until my legs give out. I don't want gentle; I want to be fucked so hard the only thing I can remember is my own scream. Until then, I'll just sit here and squirm, letting the wet heat remind me that even the iron lady has needs that demand to be conquered.