Epilogue - The Morning After

Valerie discreetly opened the door of Iris's apartment and peeked outside. She had heard that a few of her coworkers had donated some of their old clothes to her after seeing Chief's post on the company network. Carefully, she peeked outside to see if she could spot where they were.

To her dismay, she didn't seem to be anything there. She was sure she had seen a cardboard box next to the door last night - or had she been imagining things? Disappointed, she shut the door. She was supposed to report to the training grounds in a couple of hours, and she was counting on wearing the clothes that had been left for her. Without those, things would be complicated...

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It was the early hours of the morning by the time Hawk reached his destination. He parked his car on the sidewalk, and adjusted his rearview mirror to look at the occupant of the back seat.

"Here we are," he said. "I believe this is your apartment."

Mariana, the accountant he and Valerie rescued from the Dawson estate stirred awake. She was still wearing the French Maid outfit that had originally belonged to Valerie, with its dangerously short skirt, low cut top and a distinct lack of panties. When she saw him in the mirror, she quickly adjusted her skirt and crossed her legs, keenly aware he could look right up the garment.

"Who are you? How do you know where I live?" she asked.

"It's classified," he winked at her. "I would advise laying low for a few days, then finding a new job. We don't believe the estate is safe for you anymore."

"But-" she began, but Hawk interrupted her. "Look, I'm late, and I have places to be. If you please.." he gestured towards the door, and Mariana took the hint and exited the car, holding the skirt down so it didn't fly up in the wind.

"I'll be in touch." he said, and drove off. As he did, he opened the clothing control app that the lingerie store had installed on his phone. He had discovered some interesting features in it, and it might be time to try them out on the new subject...

Gloria's upbringing had been very strict. Even though she had relaxed her views on religion since her childhood, the idea of sex outside marriage was sinful to her. She had only ever had one boyfriend in college, and they had never gotten beyond second base. He had broken up with her, calling her frigid. She had shied away from any kind of relationship after that, still nursing the hurt inside her heart.

What she had seen yesterday had shocked her to the core. She called in sick the next morning, her mind in turmoil.

She didn't know what had come over her yesterday. Due to a momentary lapse in judgement, she had ended up having sex with the security guard inside the closet. To make matters worse, she had enjoyed it. Her mind was trapped in between guilt and regret, which somehow ended up as anger - directed towards one person in particular.

It's all Valerie's fault, Gloria decided. It was that slut's naked exhibitionism that had put her in the compromising spot to begin with.

She made herself a cup of coffee and pulled out her laptop. If she wanted **** on Valerie, then first she needed to collect every bit of information about her that she could find.

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