Tears slid sideways from her closed eyes, soaking into the face cradle. She didn’t wipe them away. Neither did he.

She was wound tighter than a watch spring. Three days of back-to-back negotiations, of corporate sharks in thousand-dollar suits trying to take a bite out of her family’s media empire, had left her neck a column of stone and her jaw aching from forced smiles. The final deal had closed an hour ago. She had won. But winning felt like losing a piece of herself.

The storyline, if one can call it that, revolves around a massage scenario that gradually escalates into more explicit territories. The title itself, "Hard Pressed," hints at the dual nature of the content: a play on words referencing both the physical massage techniques and the sexual tension that builds throughout.