Wow, well, that is a lot of requests. I really loved your Hard to be a Man remix idea. It's got just the requisite amount of sleazyness and angst to be just like one of my stories. (It was very distracting. I had to write a snippet to get it out of my head this morning.) I think I'd better try and wind up the original first though, so if you want to give it a shot, I'm totally into that. :D
However, apparently your office sex idea amused me. --------------------------------
"Oh lord," the fey man in the perfectly pressed suit jacket said, looking grim as Emily exited the elevator. "It's you again."
Emily glared back. "She called and said to meet her here. We're supposed to be going out tonight."
"You were supposed to be going out the last time too. As I recall, you went to breakfast." He grimaced. "I had to get the cleaning people to come in special, and pay extra, since apparently they had tried to tidy up the night before, but were scared off by the sounds of wild animals coming from inside."
"Then you need to do something about that mini-dungeon she had built into the sides of her filing cabinets, seriously!"
The man rolled his eyes and pressed a button on his octopoidal phone. "Your fuck-o'clock is here," he said dryly. "And I'm going to get coffee and sit at the Starbucks across the street until I see you come out the front door."
"Send her in," was the amused response, and Emily sighed. "And you can go home early. I'll forgive you."
The assistant rolled his eyes and looped his Barneys scarf around his neck. He moved towards the elevator, but paused and glanced back at Emily. "Don't get me wrong," he said. "I'm really grateful you're banging her regularly. It makes her much more pleasant to work for. I just don't need to sit here and remember those little moan-pants that my boss makes right before she comes, because that's the sort of thought process that gets one fired."
He pranced off and Emily opened the door and stepped into Emma's office. She was on the phone, her chair pushed back from the desk, her expression bored and half-annoyed. When she saw Emily she grinned briefly, held up two fingers for the number of minutes it would take, and then rolled her eyes and snapped back at the person on the phone.
Emily stood in the doorway and watched her. Business suit with a skirt, shirt rumpled, jacket off and slung over a chair. The tops of her thigh-high nylons were visible where the skirt rode up. Her hair, perfectly coiffed in the morning, was beginning to come undone and a few strands drooped down in the back, one going so far as to coil on her neck.
Their eyes met. Emma's gaze was intent, and her smile was that self-satisfied lazy one that she always got when undressing Emily with her thoughts alone. Emily stepped forward and dropped to her knees between Emma's legs. She parted them and leaned in, pressing her mouth to the inside of Emma's thigh.
For her, at least, remembering those little moan-pants that Emma made right before she came wasn't going to get her fired. Arrested, maybe, if anything like the fountain incident happened again, but not fired... At least not yet.
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Date: 2011-07-04 03:54 am (UTC)However, apparently your office sex idea amused me.
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"Oh lord," the fey man in the perfectly pressed suit jacket said, looking grim as Emily exited the elevator. "It's you again."
Emily glared back. "She called and said to meet her here. We're supposed to be going out tonight."
"You were supposed to be going out the last time too. As I recall, you went to breakfast." He grimaced. "I had to get the cleaning people to come in special, and pay extra, since apparently they had tried to tidy up the night before, but were scared off by the sounds of wild animals coming from inside."
"Then you need to do something about that mini-dungeon she had built into the sides of her filing cabinets, seriously!"
The man rolled his eyes and pressed a button on his octopoidal phone. "Your fuck-o'clock is here," he said dryly. "And I'm going to get coffee and sit at the Starbucks across the street until I see you come out the front door."
"Send her in," was the amused response, and Emily sighed. "And you can go home early. I'll forgive you."
The assistant rolled his eyes and looped his Barneys scarf around his neck. He moved towards the elevator, but paused and glanced back at Emily. "Don't get me wrong," he said. "I'm really grateful you're banging her regularly. It makes her much more pleasant to work for. I just don't need to sit here and remember those little moan-pants that my boss makes right before she comes, because that's the sort of thought process that gets one fired."
He pranced off and Emily opened the door and stepped into Emma's office. She was on the phone, her chair pushed back from the desk, her expression bored and half-annoyed. When she saw Emily she grinned briefly, held up two fingers for the number of minutes it would take, and then rolled her eyes and snapped back at the person on the phone.
Emily stood in the doorway and watched her. Business suit with a skirt, shirt rumpled, jacket off and slung over a chair. The tops of her thigh-high nylons were visible where the skirt rode up. Her hair, perfectly coiffed in the morning, was beginning to come undone and a few strands drooped down in the back, one going so far as to coil on her neck.
Their eyes met. Emma's gaze was intent, and her smile was that self-satisfied lazy one that she always got when undressing Emily with her thoughts alone. Emily stepped forward and dropped to her knees between Emma's legs. She parted them and leaned in, pressing her mouth to the inside of Emma's thigh.
For her, at least, remembering those little moan-pants that Emma made right before she came wasn't going to get her fired. Arrested, maybe, if anything like the fountain incident happened again, but not fired... At least not yet.