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to Thane's office.
    When I walked in he was busy polishing his desk.
    "You'd be better off polishing your cock," I said.
    "I've got secretaries who take care of that for me."
    He smiled -- this one was dripping with subtext.
    "Just kidding, far too busy for that."
    "Yea right."
    He walked over behind me and as he moved, I listened to the soft clack of his shoes on the tile floor of his office.
    Thane was dressed immaculately. In my mind's eye, I could see him standing there being measured by a team of private tailors while the secretary who ritualistically handed me my resignation papers busily sucked him off -- sure to catch every last drop of cum, lest it stain the finish on the marble floor.
    Immediately, I felt self-conscious about my lack of formal attire and my own projected sexualized fantasy. Thane had adapted so well to this new environment, and I was still stuck in some ruffian, adolescent fantasy. Bags under my eyes, hardly bothering to wash my hair, much less swim in the subtle ambiance of custom perfume.
    "You look nice."
    "This is the same outfit I wore last week."
    "It's a great outfit. I bet you can do everything that you used to be able to pull off in an outfit like that."
    There was no need for me to respond. The compliments would continue relentlessly until I gave in and decided to pursue whatever it was that Thane had called me in here to achieve. History has a way of repeating itself.
    "You used to just ask me to work together in order to achieve a goal. Now you're all about flattery and finery. How do you sleep at night?"
    The door shut behind me, and I felt Thane stand beside me and walk me toward the desk.
    "More flashbacks, is that what this is about?"
    "You woke up right at the end..."
    I shuddered, and he looked down -- legitimately humbled, if only for a moment.
    "I wouldn't have contacted you this morning if I didn't think this was serious." His hand had already taken the hand that was clutching the papers. With ease and confidence, he loosened my grip and placed the papers on the desk. "We'll deal with those soon enough, though I'm pretty sure you're stockpiling the last four copies you've given me."
    I thought about giving him an excuse, but I was already spent. It wasn't his fault that my mind kept going through all of the same shit every week. Defeated, I sat down on the plush leather recliner, and sank into submission.
    Generally speaking, the types of assignments that Thane reserved for me specifically were very similar to the types of assignments we used to carry out together, though for the most part it was all political pretense these days. He wanted to know who was thinking what, and which way some vote might go. The usual shit.
    What I couldn't understand is why he kept using me for these allegedly 'subversive' missions, when everyone knew that he and I regularly met up and discussed this very thing.
    As Thane prattled on about his most recent point of intrigue, I sat there with my eyes at half-mast, waiting for the moment when he would get past the preliminaries and actually get to the point.
    "Aria, I need to know that you'll be there for me on this one."
    Thane always talked to people this way. It seemed to me like he didn't quite realize that there were other conscious people in the world. He was a narcissist to be sure, apparently seeming to forget that there were others as perceptive and highly functional as himself.
    His smooth talking didn’t really matter much anyway. Both he and I knew what he was trying to pull, but it didn’t do much of anything to change my mind. I had my own reasons of wanting to go on this mission, and for speaking to Thane.
    For the moment, I had enough reasons to allow myself to be seduced.
    On an emotional level, Thane and I went back to the days of the revolution. He had been a leader of profound military force, and I had been a primary intelligence operative. We had been through hell and high water together, and that kind of history creates very