Down time was a very rare opportunity for those within the Social Welfare Agency and even more so for those within the administration. To them it was a brief slice of heaven; that seemed too short to be true. Sitting in a corner booth at her favorite café, Ferro took this time to catch up on her paperwork in a more relaxing atmosphere, or so she told herself.

"I'm telling you the truth, that guy from the disco was hung like a goat," a young woman said in passing.

"No; he can't be," her friend responded as they sat in the booth next to Ferro's. "You have to be lying."

"I'm serious, I've been taking aspirin all day and I still feel sore."

"Okay, fine, I believe you. Just…show me with your hands."

Taking another sip of her espresso, Ferro turned away resisting the urge to take a peek at the demonstration in the next booth.

"Oh; my god," the friend answered. "No, how could you…never mind. Just tell me, how was it?"

"Quiet down, I don't want the whole café to know."

"Being selfish aren't we?"

"Well…maybe a little."

With a shared giggle, the waiter came by to take their order. After he was done, the young man approached Ferro asking if everything was fine. With a brief nod, Ferro returned to her paperwork.

"But to answer your question," the young woman started in a slightly lower voice, "it was great when we got a rhythm going. Before then he just kept trying to impale me with it."

"…Really?"

"Really, I could barely climb out of bed this morning."

"Well, you know what I say. It's one matter to have the proper…tools; it's another to have a good set of skills."

"Are you taking about that gentleman you have on the side?"

"I don't know who you're talking about."

"Oh, now who's being selfish?"

After a fit of giggles, the two women lowered their voices to a whisper. Blinking with every other breath, Ferro struggled to concentrate on her paper work. Occasionally a mention of the obscene would reach Ferro's ear and prompt her into another shot of espresso.

Ferro had become accustomed to conversations such as these, or so she thought. Sometimes it felt as if the entire Agency had become aware of her dilemma and would strike up such conversations around her in sheer spite. Normally Ferro would've brush these two off as inconsiderate women who can't keep their business to themselves. Today however, was a curious matter.

Today, she couldn't help being overcome by the urge to clutch at her chest. To grab and knead her prominent breasts like bread dough, until they presented themselves as swollen with pride as she was. With a deep breath, Ferro caught herself reaching inside of her sport coat, curiously fingering a button on her blouse.

Finishing her espresso in one swift gulp, Ferro gathered her paperwork and promptly left the café. Climbing into her blue BMW M3, she turned the ignition and let the car idle. Resting her forehead on the steering wheel; deep breaths accompanied the clenching of her eyes as thoughts of all types ran to and fro in her mind, rising into an ever growing madness. At the heart of all this; she couldn't help, but ask why. Ferro wasn't sure if it was the multiple conversations from the day that found their way to her ears or that she refrained from her illicit recreation for so many nights.

"What was I thinking?" Ferro thought aloud, "In a public café of all places? Stupid, stupid, stu…"

A light rapping on her windshield startled Ferro prompting her to reach for the Glock beside the driver's seat. With a smile and a wave, one of the café's waiters held up his hands with a cell phone and tablet PC in his left. Removing her hand from the weapon, Ferro very much hoped he had not witnessed her verbal self-abuse; much more so than her reaching for the pistol. After a deep breath, Ferro lowered her window only to respond in a meek voice.

"…Yes?"

"Apologies madam," the waiter spoke lowering his hands, "I didn't mean to startle you."

Extending his left hand; he offered Ferro her belongings in a cautious manner, "You left these at your table."

"Oh; thank you," Ferro said with an air of embarrassment.

The young, fresh-faced waiter left an impression on Ferro with his sincere demeanor and innocent charm. To her, it seemed that the world of maschilismo had not yet made a mark on this young man. With a simple act of kindness he made her blush, if only slightly. Yet, her flirtatious smile of gratitude would disappear only to be replaced by a frown of disappointment in only a moment's time. Upon taking her belongings, the dull luster of a well worn band of gold shined clear as day around his left ring finger.

"Thank you," Ferro retorted as she fumbled for a quick euro. Holding it out for the waiter to take; he took at from her, but kept his hand closed around her own. Unlike the rough hands of those around her, his was soft and smooth. Not silky like that of a child, but almost like that of the warm, comfortable feel of well-used piece of satin. It was as if the boy just begged to be taken as an innocent.

"I'm sorry if I'm intruding," the young waiter began, "but is something the matter?"

"Nothing you can help me with," Ferro muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't…"

"…Never mind," Ferro quickly interrupted, "I'm just tired is all."

"Very well madam, have a good evening."

"Thank you."

Waiting until his back was turned, Ferro checked the log on her tablet PC. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ferro closed the PC before placing it in her case. Opening her phone to check for any tampering, her relief turned to anger. With the flash of a gold band across the waiter's left ring finger still fresh in her mind, Ferro gazed at the piece of paper with a name and number falling out onto her lap. Resisting the urge to throw the phone out of the window, Ferro grabbed the piece of paper and crumpled it before throwing it out in disgust.

"Pig," Ferro muttered as she put her car into gear and sped off into traffic.

Driving back to the Social Welfare Agency and the sanctity of her apartment in the executive wing, Ferro's anger did little to dispel her rising urge for fulfillment. If anything, it had risen. Pulling into the SWA compound, Ferro quickly parked her car and hurried into the building with her briefcase in tow.

"Oh; Miss Ferro," an assistant from logistics, "the Director asked…"

One stern look from Ferro struck the young woman to her core.

"I'll…just tell him you're busy," the assistant muttered.

Reaching the personal shelter of her apartment, Ferro dropped her briefcase and clutched at her shoulders. The longing of sensual release was rising to an uncontrollable level. With a glazed look in her eyes, Ferro's mind assaulted her with images of the young waiter at the café. With one last breath, Ferro's eyes cast of their helplessness and took on an image of carnal instinct. Walking to her bathroom, Ferro began to unbutton her blouse and skirt. Placing them neatly folded in her hamper; Ferro took one good look at herself in the mirror. Her lace bra, silk panties, and garter set pleased her not. Striding to her walk-in closet, Ferro placed her heels in their proper place before going to the very back of the closet. Opening a drawer, she carefully sifted through multiple delicate undergarments before deciding a few specific items in particular.

After a long shower, Ferro dressed herself in a pair of crotch less violet panties and a pair of black silk stockings. The very image of her would have made a corrupt aphrodisiac upon any man. Climbing between her sheets, Ferro pulled out a drawer from her side dresser and carefully selected a few items of interest. Soon after, Ferro's hands explored her body like only she knew. With her lust growing ever stronger, it wouldn't take long for Ferro to find her favorite places and explore them with her selected items. After a while, Ferro's moans and screams were all but inaudible.

Thrusting her final implement of pleasure into herself, the high-pitched whirl of compact machinery combining with the lewd sounds of her lustful banter filled the room as if to challenge her screams. Images of that fresh-faced young waiter flew into and out of her mind. Ferro imagined having that young man pinned underneath her as he begged for mercy. In turns; the young man was bound, gagged, or both in a variety of positions. Shoving that faux flesh into her womanhood, Ferro imagined impaling herself with the young man's erect thickness.

So vivid was the image in her mind that she could almost hear his pleas for pity. Yet, the visual reminder of his wedding band left her in a state of cruel intention; she would teach him what it means to stray from a beloved. Ferro would take it upon herself to teach such a man, what it means to forsake something she was incapable of finding. The strength and endurance of her body, honed from years of training in ballet, gave Ferro all she needed to make the young man beg. In her mind, she could see the tears well up in his eyes as his cries of deliverance turned to hoarse whispers. Finally, at long last, Ferro let out a shrill scream as her body released wave after wave of sheer physical emotion.

Gasping for air, Ferro removed the fleshy implement from herself and let it slide from her hand to the floor. As the tingling in her body faintly subsided, Ferro's eyes began to shed tears. With exhaustion taking over, Ferro knew what came next. In her dreams, Ferro would see an event from the past that she hated to relive.