Hell No!

You look the agent in the eye, well in the mirrored lenses anyway, and slowly inch your hand towards the coffee cup. Seizing it, you splash the searing liquid all over her face and bolt from the chair.

"Son of a bitch!" she screams. You grin, but only make it halfway down the hallway before she tackles you from behind.

The agent forces you up to your knees, holding your neck in the crook of her elbow, her other arm drawn across your body, holding your left wrist in a painful grip. "That..." she breathes into your ear, "was incredibly stupid."

She tightens her arm against your throat, making you gasp for air. "Allow me to demonstrate who's in charge of the situation..."

You struggle to remain conscious, barely aware of the fact that the female agent has unzipped the front of your jeans. That face becomes painfully obvious, however, when she fishes your cock out, squeezing it roughly. "You're even hard...Enjoying this are you?" her breath is hot on the back of your neck.

She begins stroking your shaft, her grip almost vice-like as her hand moves faster and faster.

"Thought you could play with the big boys, did you?" her manipulations start to feel better as you edge closer to release, the oxygen deprivation seemingly making the situation even more erotic.

"Welcome to my world, little fish." she chuckles as your organ bucks in her hand. You are dimly aware of your climax as the world goes black.