omake epilogue

A/N: Once again posted with permission, and my intent here is to keep Iris only dominant against women while submissive against men.

Iris was sitting in a car, on a deserted road in the countryside. A few hours ago, an anonymous tipper had sent her the contents of Lang's entire dossier.

Attached to the dossier was a message - a set of coordinates, and a text saying "Package for Iris." This would be the kind of thing she would send Valerie to investigate, but she had been MIA. Her earpiece had stopped responding during the mission, and Iris had no idea where or how she was.

Therefore, it fell upon her to investigate this message. And here she was, bored out of her mind.

She felt herself dozing off when a movement at the window startled her awake. She looked at the direction of the sound and jumped so high she almost hit her head on the car ceiling.

A pair of breasts was pressed against the window. Not only were they bare, the nipples threatened to cut the glass. Looking a tad higher, she exclaimed in shock. "Valerie! Holy shit!"

Quickly, she opened the passenger door, allowing Valerie to sit next to her.

Valerie looked exhausted. Her entire body was flushed, as if she had done the most intense cardio of her life. She was panting, causing her unsupported breasts to heave up and down in a hypnotic rhythm. On top of that, her hands were tied behind her back.

" Valerie! I'm so glad you're okay! What happened?", Iris asked curiously as she tried to go for Valerie's bonds.

"Not yet!" Valerie retracted her hands, blushing crimson. "Not here!"

"Wha...?"

"Just drive!"

Shrugging, Iris applied the seatbelt.

This sent shudders through Valerie, causing her to moan lightly. At that, both women froze.

"I....I..."

"No way." Iris whistled before turning stern as she removed the belt. "Get of that seat!"

"But, but..." Valerie was shocked.

"Move your ass or I won't untie you until the debriefing!"

Gulping, a humiliated Valerie left the car again, watching in mortification as her handler placed a canvas on her seat. "I don't mind your exhibitionism." Stepping aside, Iris slapped her ass. "But don't you dare ruin my seats!"

In response, Valerie just hung her head in shame.

"Are you moving that ass in or shall I leave you here?"

Quickly, Valerie climbed inside, trying to suppress her moans as Iris applied the seatbelt, taking her sweet time as she toyed with her nipples.

Iris left her no chance however, making sure the agent moaned loudly before she was done.

"Now." She climbed into her own seat. "What happened?"

Mortified even more, Valerie began. "I m-met Hawk at the auction. H-he seemed to know I would be there." her entire upper body was a deep shade of red. "Despite his...interruptions, I managed to get my hands on the package."

"Looks like more than just your hands." Iris shook her head. "Good thing I put that canvas down."

Valerie just wanted to roll into a ball. Instead, she lowered her head.

"As for the actual package, I can confirm the delivery a few hours ago. Mission successful!" beamed Iris. "One question, though. Can I free your hands now?"

She blushed even harder, her breasts heaving even more. "Let's wait a few more minutes."

"Oh?" Iris smiled. "Still horny? Maybe it WAS just the hands, indeed."

Valerie could just whimper as she crossed her legs.

"No need to hide anything, Miss Exhibitionist." Iris chuckled. "Maybe I can even take a few pictures?"

In a tree overlooking the whole scene, Hawk stored away his tranq gun and began to climb down once they had driven out of sight.

It was one thing to play with Valerie in public. It was a whole other thing to leave a naked woman with bound hands alone in the middle of nowhere.

Now he had made sure all that would suffer was her dignity - and probably Iris' picture of her. He had NOT expected her handler to kick her out again to waterproof her car seat. He chuckled. "Good girl!"

Valerie had indeed performed well in not only waiting patiently once he was done playing with her body, it looked like she hadn't let her hands be untied until they were off a safe distance, just as instructed.

Happily, he began to walk to where his motorcycle was hidden, slowly removing the camouflage above his suit. He truly looked forward to meeting her again. She was a great toy. And that handler looked, fun, too.