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A dim stream of light cast a pall shadow within the vast hall lending to it an air of subtle isolation. Against the furthest wall lies a rustic bed, a hint of varnish decorating its wizened posts. The only other decoration to this subtle sanctuary; is the heavy breathing of two lovers accompanying the groan of the metal-on-metal in tune. Conjoined in illicit concert, this hall is made over into a gallery of rapture.
With pull and thrust met in kind by way of reckless abandon, the man and woman grinded their bodies together. Almost forcing themselves into and upon each other, they tried to make the other concede to the greater lust of the victor.
Amid a thin ray of light invading the room, the woman had emerged illuminated, finding aim to accuse her sensuously demanding form. It gazed at her curvaceous legs, gawked at her pert rear; and gaped at her wondrous, perky breasts. In defiant mockery, the light would only unveil the man's slender yet masculine hands; hiding his face and body from immediate sight. The woman could feel his hot, steamy breath against the nape of her neck while his hands roamed her body like a well used road. Yet; as if by is command, the slight glow of the doorway teased the woman's eyes for she could feel him everywhere and in spite of that not see the lover before her.
With beads of sweat glistening off her short, cropped hair; the woman swiftly rolled herself onto her prize. Maneuvering his leg upon her shoulder, the woman sheathed his magnificent organ into her and began to drive herself upon it with complete lack of control or restraint. Now with furious intensity, it appeared that she was penetrating him her pace was so swift. With the change in position and tempo, the man was at the woman's complete mercy.
Arching her back, the woman approached an almost violent pace. Now at her mercy she would not release her trophy until he climaxed for her pride demanded it. The man's voice became a carnal mix of anguished moaning coupled with labored breathing while the woman screamed in elation. Her climax approached, yet she would deny herself this primal treat until the man under her released himself unto her in submission.
Yet her own body would betray her as surge after surge of blissful spasm erupted into her appendages despite the woman's mental appeal. Finally, as she reached the height of physical emotion; the stream of light grew as it showered the woman in dazzling radiance.
Opening her eyes, the morning dawn crept its way into the apartment of Ferro Milani. Cursing the daylight, Ferro turned over to allow herself a few moments of contemplation. The motion, the penetration, the sheer physical exertion; it all felt so real. All of it, save for the climax. A man releasing himself is supposed to bring about and intensify her own orgasm, yet without actually experiencing such, even her dreams left her unfulfilled.
Cursing the dawn once more, Ferro tossed aside the silk bedspread revealing a violet silk teddy that seemed to caress her every movement. With a few stretches; Ferro arose from her bed and with a simple shrug of her shoulders, the delicate garment fell neatly to the floor. A final overhead stretch of her arms gave Ferro the very image of a goddess from Roman legend before lightly stepping into her bathroom.
With practiced efficiency, Ferro was ready for another day at the office within an hour. A glance at the window informed her that the dawn had broken into morning. Gathering her briefcase, Ferro took a minute to gather her. The images from her ideal reverie last night refused to leave her. In turn, her blossom ached for attention after being neglected for a third straight night. Another deep breath and Ferro pushed her shameful thoughts to the back of her mind.
"Tonight," Ferro thought aloud. "Tonight, I'll please myself and put this demon to rest for a time. If only…if only I didn't have that dream afterward."
The day began with the usual routine. First; organizing her desk, then unpacking her briefcase, finally sitting to check her voice-mail and jot down the urgent and important messages. However, one specific message had become routine for Ferro's morning errands. Director Giacomo Lorenzo had become increasingly adamant on her obtaining an extranormal assistant for herself.
After his own assistant had proven herself useful in multiple instances, Director Lorenzo presented the idea to the other senior administrators of Section Two. All, Ferro included, did not liken to the idea as much as the Director had. Yet, for some reason, Lorenzo assumed that if Ferro accepted an assistant, the others would as well.
Thanks to the increased activity from separate terrorist factions, Ferro's workload had begun increasing to an exponential level. An assistant would take away some stress, but an extranormal operative seemed out of place somehow. It was as if the integrity of the cyborg program would become degraded by such a proposal. Though thinking back to the beginning, Ferro considered worse things could happen to the program.
Soon after Director Lorenzo's message subtly mentioned a potential operative assistant, Ferro quickly deleted the message with the knuckle of her middle finger. Finished with her initial tasks, Ferro began her main tasks of processing the intelligence from the day before and organizing it into scheduled missions. Upon completion, all that remained was to assign the fratello to their respective optimal assignment. Looking at the wall clock, Ferro decided to postpone that task until after midday.
The Director had called an emergency meeting at noon. This meeting would include Warehouse Director Jean Croce, Development Director Ricardo Bianchi, and herself. The details of this meeting were not disclosed, yet these four had only met in secret twice before. The first occurred during the Elsa Di Sica incident and the second during the Alpha insurrection.
With less than an hour before the Director's meeting, Ferro had a few rare moments of dead time. These scarce occasions frightened Ferro, for it was during this time her most sordid passions bore fruit upon her emotions bringing her into a state of want. The multiples of lewd images and desires spawned forth from her imagination. Thoughts of flesh touching flesh and vulgar acts of debauchery invaded her soul, yet the knowledge of these acts lacking from her immediate future did as well.
Just as Ferro's control of her physical impulse began to collapse, her phone rang like an emergency siren calling her back to reality. On the third ring, Ferro answered her phone.
"Go ahead," Ferro answered.
"The meeting with Director Lorenzo has been postponed until mid-day tomorrow," a steely voice responded over the receiver.
"May I ask why?"
"The Director has been requested for a luncheon with the Madam Vice-Chairwoman."
"I see; then tomorrow at midday."
"Thank you for your patience Miss Milani."
Hanging up, Ferro leaned back into her chair to contemplate options on the remaining morning and afternoon. Staring at the ceiling, her feelings of want once again stirred around her mind. With a breath and a blink, Ferro conceded to finish her paperwork somewhere besides the closed confines of her small office. Perhaps somewhere public; where shame will check her impulses in place of willpower.