Hospital Debauchery

Evelyn sat in her small office, tucked away in a quiet corner of the admin wing, her desk a chaotic sprawl of files, folders, and neon sticky notes, a steaming coffee mug perched dangerously close to her computer, the faint aroma of dark roast curling through the air. Her brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, her glasses perched low on her nose as she typed, her red nails clicking on the keys like a machine gun, each tap sharp and rhythmic.

She was reassigned after Thorne's scandalous fall from grace, her sharp mind and quick fingers keeping her indispensable despite the whispers that trailed her like shadows. The office was cramped but tidy, the walls lined with cheesy motivational posters, one about "Teamwork Makes the Dream Work" with a soaring eagle, another with a cat clinging to a branch, urging her to "Hang in There."

A faint hum from the hospital's system droned in the background, blending with the distant clatter of keyboards and muffled voices from nearby offices. She leaned forward, engrossed in her work, her glasses slipping slightly, her lips pursed in concentration, when the door burst open with a loud bang, no knock, no warning.

The sound jolted her like a shockwave, her chair squeaking as she spun around, her eyes flashing wide with surprise, her heart slamming in her chest. When she saw Devon filling the doorway, his broad frame silhouetted against the harsh hallway light, his face a storm of fury, jaw tight, eyes blazing, her surprise twisted into something darker, a heady mix of fear and a sick, twisted excitement that made her pulse race, her thighs clenching instinctively under the desk, a faint heat stirring in her core.

Her mouth opened to speak but before the words could fully form, he was across the room in five long, predatory strides, his hand shooting to her neck like a striking snake.

He grabbed her throat, his fingers strong and unyielding, pushing her back against the desk with a force that sent papers scattering to the floor like fallen leaves, a few folders sliding off the edge with a soft thud, a pen rolling into the chaos. Her body was pinned hard, her hips pressed against the desk's sharp edge, her coffee mug wobbling dangerously, a drop of dark liquid spilling onto a stray report, staining it brown.

Devon's face was pure, unfiltered rage, his eyes burning like twin fires, his grip tight but controlled, squeezing just enough to make her gasp for air, her breath catching in short, sharp bursts.

Evelyn's eyes widened, her hands flying up to claw at his wrist, her red nails digging into his skin, leaving faint, angry marks, but it was no use, he was stronger, his muscles taut under his tailored navy suit, his body radiating heat and raw, barely contained anger.

She knew exactly what this was about, the Velvet Circle, the tape she'd slipped him on Thorne, the Aerothrax that had nearly turned the hospital into a graveyard, a reckless plan that had endangered hundreds of lives. But as his grip tightened, her face flushed, her breath growing ragged, and a twisted, electric heat began to build in her body, slow at first, like a spark catching dry kindling.

Her thighs pressed together, her hips shifting slightly against the desk, the pressure of his hand on her throat sending a shiver through her, her nerves tingling with a dark, masochistic thrill. It wasn't instant, she fought it at first, her body tense, her mind racing with the danger but as the choke held, lasting longer, the heat grew, her breath hitching, her eyes glinting with something primal.

One hand slipped down her skirt, tentative at first, fingers brushing the thin fabric of her panties, then pressing harder, rubbing her pussy as the choke intensified, flipping a switch inside her, her body responding with a sick, hungry need that made her hips rock slightly, the desk creaking under her weight.

Devon held her there, his eyes locked on hers, watching the flicker of life in her gaze, her body starting to arch into his grip, her fingers moving faster under her skirt, the soft, wet sound of her rubbing audible in the quiet room. Her nipples hardened against her blouse, straining through the thin fabric, her breath coming in hot, needy pants, her chest heaving as she leaned into the pain, her sadomasochistic side awakening fully now, feeding off the danger, the control.

Then he let go, wondering what sort of insanity this was, stepping back as she collapsed against the desk, gasping for air, her body trembling, not from fear, but from raw, twisted arousal, her panties soaked through, her blouse clinging to her sweat-damp skin.

She coughed, her voice raspy but laced with a sick, defiant excitement as she glared at him, her lips curling into a taunting smirk, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "What, Devon, you trying to kill me?" Her hand stayed under her skirt, rubbing slower now, her fingers circling her clit through the drenched fabric, her hips rocking subtly, her body thrumming with the high of pain and danger, her nipples hard and visible, her breath coming in hot, needy bursts.

Devon's face darkened, his jaw tight as steel, and he grabbed her neck again, this time lighter, pulling her close until their faces were inches apart, his breath hot against her skin, his eyes boring into hers like they could burn through her soul.

"I don't like being played, Evelyn. You and your Velvet Circle, you put the entire hospital at risk, endangered hundreds of lives, patients, staff, innocents, all to force me into cooking up a cure for Aerothrax. That's not a favor, that's a sick, twisted game that almost turned this place into a morgue. You think I'm your damn puppet to pull strings with?" His grip was steady but not as crushing, his body tense with barely contained rage, his words dripping with disgust, each one landing like a blow.

Evelyn's eyes rolled back slightly, the choke sending waves of pleasure crashing through her, her sadomasochistic hunger fully ignited now, her fingers slipping inside her panties, rubbing her clit fast and hard, her body arching into his hand like she was begging for more, her hips grinding against the desk edge.

She licked her lips slow, her tongue tracing the edge, her voice a breathy moan, husky and dripping with arousal, her pussy dripping as she fingered herself, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. "Nothing's free in life, Devon… ah… the moment you used that tape I gave you on Thorne, you owed the Circle. I knew… mmh… you'd have to pay up, but I didn't think they'd go this far, risking the hospital." Her free hand reached for his arm, not to push away, but to pull closer, her nails grazing his skin, her body shivering with pleasure, her sadistic side reveling in the power dynamic, her masochistic side thriving on the pain, the control, her breath coming in short, aroused gasps, her blouse straining against her hard nipples, her thighs trembling as she rubbed herself harder.

Devon frowned, his brow furrowing deep, and let go, stepping back as she gasped again, her body shaking, her hand still working under her skirt, fingers slick with her juices, her eyes gleaming with twisted pleasure.

A smile spread across her face, wild and unhinged, licking her lips slow like she savored the taste of her own arousal, her body still buzzing from the choke, her pussy throbbing.

Devon stared, his mind reeling at her insanity, the way she got off on the danger, but he held his tongue, his fists clenching at his sides, his knuckles white. Evelyn switched, her eyes turning seductive, her hand pulling out from her skirt, glistening fingers trailing up to his chest, roaming slow over his shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath, her touch deliberate and teasing.

"Your stunt with Aerothrax… mmm… caught a lot of eyes in the Circle, handsome. They're watching you now. You'll hear from them soon—they love talent like yours." Her voice was husky, her body leaning in, her hand sliding down toward his cock, fingers brushing the bulge through his trousers, her breath hot and heavy, her eyes half-lidded with want, her body still trembling from her own touch, her panties soaked through.

Devon slapped her hand away hard, the sound sharp and jarring in the quiet room, his eyes cold as steel, his expression screaming disgust, his body rigid with anger.

Evelyn pouted, her red lips full and inviting, her hand darting back to her skirt, rubbing herself again, her body shivering with pleasure, a soft moan escaping as she fingered her pussy faster, the wet sound of her juices filling the room, her blouse clinging to her sweat-damp skin, her nipples hard and visible.

"So, no more dick privileges because of this? You know it's not all my fault," she teased, her voice dripping with seduction, her eyes locked on his, her hips rocking slightly as she touched herself, her body feeding off her own arousal, her sadomasochistic nature clear as day.

Devon opened his mouth to fire back, but no words came. He shook his head, anger churning in his gut like acid, and turned on his heel, storming out of the room, the door slamming behind him with a loud bang that echoed down the hall, rattling the cheesy posters on the walls, one slipping askew with a faint creak.

His boots pounded the carpet as he moved, his blood still boiling, the image of Evelyn's twisted pleasure, her fingers in her pussy, her moans while he choked her, her unhinged smile burning in his mind, fueling a rage that felt like it might burst out of his chest.

The Velvet Circle's games, the way they'd used him like a pawn to pull off their Aerothrax scheme, sat heavy, a weight he needed to shed before it consumed him. He needed an outlet, someone to pour this fire into, and his feet carried him straight to Dr Nadia Ruiz's office, the Research Director.

Devon didn't knock, he pushed the door open hard, the hinges creaking as it swung wide, his face a storm, his jaw clenched so tight it ached, his hands balled into fists at his sides, knuckles white. Nadia looked up from her desk, her dark eyes widening behind her glasses, her scribbled notes forgotten as she caught the fury radiating off him like heat off asphalt, his presence filling the small office like a thundercloud.

Her staff, three researchers in lab coats, two men and a woman clutching a clipboard, their faces buried in data, froze, their conversation dying mid-sentence, surprise etched on their faces as they turned to the doorway.

The woman, mid-sentence about a lab result, stopped, her pen hovering over her clipboard, her brows raised. "Excuse us for a minute," Nadia said quickly, her voice firm but calm, waving them out with a flick of her hand, her eyes never leaving Devon's, reading the storm in his expression.

The researchers scrambled to gather their notes and laptops, exchanging quick, curious glances, the woman muttering, "Wonder what's got him so pissed," under her breath as they passed Devon, their lab coats swishing as they hurried out. The door clicked shut behind them with a soft snap, leaving the office quiet except for the faint hum of Nadia's computer and the distant clatter of the hospital beyond, a muffled pulse of activity.

Nadia stood, her sleek ponytail swinging as she rounded the desk, her lab coat open over a simple navy blouse and pencil skirt, the fabric hugging her curves just enough to catch the eye, her movements graceful but purposeful.

Concern etched deep in her features, her dark eyes searching his, her voice steady but soft, laced with worry. "Devon, what's going on? You look like you're ready to tear the place apart. what's wrong?" She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, but she stopped short, sensing the storm in him, the way his body was coiled tight, ready to snap.

Before she could say another word, Devon crossed the room, his hands cupping her face with a rough gentleness, pulling her into a hard, hungry kiss, his lips crashing against hers like he was pouring all his rage and frustration into it, a desperate release of the fire burning inside him.

Nadia gasped into his mouth, her eyes widening in shock, her body stiffening for a split second before she melted against him, her hands gripping his jacket tight, pulling him closer, her fingers digging into the fabric.

The kiss was raw, desperate, his tongue claiming her mouth, tasting her, his body pressing her back against the desk, papers scattering to the floor as her ass hit the edge, a pen rolling off with a clatter, a notebook sliding into the mess. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, her pussy starting to throb under her skirt as the intensity of his kiss lit a fire in her core, her body responding to his need, her breath quickening, her heart pounding against his chest.