Epilogue

Iris sat at her desk. She noticed her hand creep towards her nether region, and almost had to slap her own hand away. It was that damn conditioning. While she was back to her old capacity at work, somehow she still hadn't been able to overcome her phobia of wearing clothes. The only thing she could wear - her harness - didn't exactly make things easy for her.

During idle hours, she would often find herself sneaking into a secluded area in the office and getting herself off. It started with the ladies room, but soon she found she needed to up the danger to achieve climax. She had pleasured herself at her desk, in an empty conference room, in the parking lot - amongst other places.

She shook herself out of her thoughts. All that could wait - right now, she needed to focus.

It had been almost an hour since Valerie had last responded to any message. Her communicator was disabled, and now the yacht had changed direction away from its planned course. It seemed to be moving to dock, almost an entire day ahead of schedule.

Something wasn't right.

She typed something into her keyboard. It was time for the backup plan.

"We have a problem."