<i>Weird sex shit…</i>Hah. Too many ways to embarrass oneself behind that door, and Maggie couldn’t do embarrassed right now. It was already too much that Cain had seen the stains that weren’t supposed to be there. Well… now they weren’t, anymore. Hah! Now there was a pool of billions and billions of shards of glass where the table had used to be, and Maggie stared into it, eyes wider than she realized. With heavy breaths, she bit her lower lip while the upper one still stubbornly kept the smile, and she took one last swing with the baseball bat, this time blindly behind her.<i>Bam!</i>She heard the sound of it before she felt it; the shattering of a glass bowl on the counter by the door, the crash louder than her scream, and then a rattling shower of some weird, hollow wooden sphere things that she had one day considered art.<br/><br/>The metal bat clattered a few times as it dropped on the floor and the occasional scattered shard of glass cracked under her heels. Exhausted, Maggie opened her coms. “I need someone blacklisted,” she spoke as calmly as she managed and started making her way towards the bathroom. The suit jacket she wore became unbuttoned and was discarded among the chaos she left behind.<br/><br/>“No, I said<i>blacklisted</i>,” Maggie snapped, undoing the cuffs of her shirt, “It means not on our ships, not on Blue Line ships, not on public transport ships, not on<i>any</i>fucking ships,” she paused and took a brief break from walking as the shirt, too, fell off. “I bet you do now,” she came to another pause as she listened in for a reply. “Inviere Cain,” Maggie spoke, and then stopped, just about to pull down her now unbuttoned trousers, “All you need to know, sweetheart, is that she stays on this station—alive,” Maggie sighed, and concluded, “Just do your job and put her on that fucking list.” With that, she closed the coms.<br/><br/><i>It’s just a shower,</i>Maggie tried to think, but something about undressing made her uncomfortable today. She couldn’t remember the last time she had locked the bathroom door, and even after that, she had to take deep breaths before the bra and the panties could finally come off.<i>Holy shit.</i>At least she’d been smart enough to send Cain away, although she shouldn’t really have let her in to begin with. Not like this. Not without preparations. Not without a plan. Maggie let out a sharp whimper as the flowing water caressed her overly sensitive nethers. As if she’d ever have a plan for<i>this</i>. Cain wasn’t like the studs that she played games with; not to be controlled with padded handcuffs, a stroke on the cock, and a lubed finger up the ass. No, Cain would never submit like that—and that was the whole fucking point.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>