A Shameful Debriefing

To Valerie's disappointment, the car came to a stop sooner than she would have liked. The car arrived at HQ, and she still hadn't reached the orgasm she so desperately craved. Hawk parked the car directly outside the front door to the main building, then got out of the driver's seat and helped Valerie out of the car.

Valerie felt dizzy from the intermittent simulation. She realized it was almost nighttime, and adjusted her towel to cover herself the best she could. It wasn't a large towel, meaning she had to fasten it low on her chest in order to cover her butt. She was showing a generous amount of cleavage, all the while hoping her movements didn't make it ride up her ass.

Meanwhile, Hawk got back into the driver's seat and gestured at Mariana, who was still asleep in the back seat. "I have to figure out what to do with her. They're expecting you in the control room, so you should go there ASAP, " he said, and sped away.

Valerie bit her lip nervously as she watched the car leave. She dreaded what was coming next. She had failed to achieve her objective, and Chief would not be happy about it. Still, she had **** but to go face the music, and thus, she entered the building and began walking towards the control room.

It was the end of the day, and most people were finishing their work and heading back home. Valerie caught a lot of odd glances, no doubt due to her state of dress. Her towel barely covered her body, and she had to step carefully so as to not show too much. She clutched the towel with both hands, keenly aware of how wet she was between the legs. She could only pray that nobody noticed.

Thankfully, the short walk to her destination was without incident. The control room was a giant room with rows upon rows of computers, usually staffed by dozens of techs. At the far end were several large screens displaying data and videos. Chief's silhouette was visible in the large screen at the center.

When she arrived, Chief was busy with another debriefing. She had to wait in the corner while he talked, and all the while she noticed that all the techs were sneaking glances in her direction. She nervously adjusted her towel, praying her ordeal would be over soon.

To her relief, Chief finally finished his meeting after what seemed an interminable amount of time. The techs began to file out, and Valerie was summoned to the front of the room.

"Agent Valerie," said Chief, "I must say, I am terribly disappointed. You're one of my best agents, and yet you weren't able to achieve your mission objective."

Valerie's gaze was lowered, her head bowed in shame. "I-I'm sorry," she said. "I faced some...unexpected situations at the mansion, and-"

"There's no excuses in our line of work, agent. I trust you know this by now," Chief interjected.

Valerie fell silent. "Y-yes, sir," was all she could say.

"This failure sets us back quite a bit. I think you need to spend some time back in training, if only to sharpen your skills," continued Chief.

Valerie was aghast. Was Chief really sending her back to train, all because of this mission? She felt despair begin to build inside her. How could she convince Chief to not send her back to training?

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