Anna Marie barely heard the boss' last few snarled, taunting commands, but 'crying' was definitely the right word, and she definitely kept doing that. She'd moved beyond both restraint and intelligible words, responding to each touch and tweak with a series of increasingly high-pitched gasps and squeals. Her fingers had wrapped themselves tightly around one woman's hair; her back arched as she felt herself growing closer, closer...<br/><br/>And then it all stopped. She staggered as her attackers suddenly moved back, and might have caught herself had she had any strength at all left in her. As it was, she found herself falling backwards, the rapturous expression of forced ecstasy on her face wiped away in a moment by a wide-eyed look of shock. The wind was knocked from her lungs as she hit the ground - not that she had much air left in her to begin with - and for a moment she just lay against the cool tiles, stunned, her chest heaving as she tried to recover.<br/><br/>The only problem, as she quickly discovered, was that she couldn't. A minute passed, and then another, and still she remained right on the edge, her body still burning as it demanded that something,<i>anything </i>get back between her legs and finish the job. She swallowed deeply, clenching and unclenching her fists in a bid to keep from taking matters into her own hands, consequences be damned. She had to... she had to do<i>something</i>. Move. A race. She had to move.<br/><br/>Shakily, she rolled to her side, then forced herself up onto her knees. It took her another minute to find the strength to get to her feet, just in time for the boss to catch her own breath. Anna Marie met the woman's gaze, and nodded slowly, another thought pushing its way through her haze. She'd done it. She'd<i>won</i>. She raised one unsteady, shaking hand, fist clenched - and then extended her middle finger once more.<br/><br/>"Well, y-you'd know," she smirked weakly, but her tone had lost its earlier antagonistic outrage. Mostly now she just sounded breathless, but there was a hint of a friendly chuckle under that - or, at least, as friendly as Anna Marie ever got.<br/><br/>She didn't waste much time beyond that. She was still too unsteady to really move quickly, but she knew better than to linger here, so she did her best to hurry. She pulled what was left of panties and skirt back up her legs, gathered up her bag and the tattered remains of her jacket and top, and headed for the stairs, shouting one last thing back over her shoulder before heading out of sight.<br/><br/>"You owe me a jacket!"