It went surprisingly well

I started up the shower and while I waited for it to reach the right temperature I looked at myself in the mirror. A naked cum covered version of myself looked back wearing a self-satisfied smirk. I took my glasses off and ran them under some cold water; I'd read online cold water was best for washing off cum. When I was satisfied that they were clean enough, I looked at myself again.

Cum on my tits, on my face and lips, and a stream of it running down both legs. When I turned around, I saw a splattering of it all over my backside. Somehow we had avoided getting any in my hair though. Honestly, though I felt disgusted at letting myself be used like that for some cheap distraction and pleasure, I definitely didn't deny that I liked the look. A new fetish perhaps?

Maybe, but it definitely grew less sexy the longer I let it dry. I stepped into the cold shower and squeaked in protest; it did nothing to ease the aches of the day. Thankfully I only ran it cold for a few minutes, until the evidence of my activities with Agent Adams had been erased. Then I turned up the heat and adopted my usual pose in the shower.

Resting my head against the far wall while the warm water pounded relentlessly against my back.

Don't... don't read too into that.

I ran through the events of today, ignoring the sex stuff. My tour had been concise and focused, I had learned a lot about my position (Though there was a lot more still to learn), I had met one of the Wards under my jurisdiction, and I had gotten his number. Which I had memorized shortly after getting it.

Oh and there was everything related to Sophia. I ground my teeth together at that, before letting out a sigh. That issue would be handled one day at a time. I had the power of authority on my side. And my stickers of course. I frowned as I thought back to Agent Ryder. The man was unashamedly a piece of shit, no doubt there. But... I had basically ripped away his free will in my frustration.

I shook my head, "No, it was for a good cause." I said.

He had lied about his job, let many people get hurt, all in the name of a promotion. All I was doing was exposing the truth. Once he was properly punished, he would be released from my control. There was no moral debate here, I had been in the right.

At some point I had sank to the floor and was hugging my knees to my chest as the shower poured over me. I had been in the right

An hour later, I pulled myself out of the shower, pruny and tired, and sat at my computer desk. Dad was going to be home late tonight, paperwork as usual, so I was catching up on emails. There were quite a few from the office, including two from Director Piggot herself. The first was a general 'welcome to the PRT, I look forward to meeting you in person when I am able, etc.'. The second was a call for a full meeting between her, myself, Armsmaster, and Sophia on Monday. A full evaluation of her behavior and my accusations towards her. If there was ever an opportunity to press charges, that would be it.

The rest was more busy work. Confirmations for purchases or plans to go through, mostly signing off on the final stage of logistic operations. Easy stuff, stuff I took pleasure in completing. There was no morality behind these things, just simple mathematics and logic, and no emotion.

I looked over my shoulder toward my bedroom door. We didn't keep cell phones in the house, if I wanted to make that call...

Fuck it, I had let myself get screwed on the hood of a van, how hard could it be talking to a boy? I stood up from my desk and marched downstairs. I picked up the phone, dialed Deans number, hung up and marched back upstairs.

It was a lot fucking harder.