Summary: Manager [M] and employee [F] stay late at the office to go over reports.

[M] Manager is very professional and uses light verbal abuse (insults) to hide his fondness for the listener. Loosely based on a Tsundere character archetype (harsh, but has moments of being lovestruck).

Sound effects: typing, cell phone ringing/hanging up, paper rustling, clothes rustling

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“Lucky Pen” script:

*knocking on door* Come in.

*pause*

You want me to look at what?

Why don't you ask your team leader to take a look at it? It's probably simple enough for them to understand.

They left already?

Tsk. Fine. Hand it over.

*glances at papers* Can this wait until tomorrow? It's already 7pm.

Who gave you this?

Of course they did. *sigh*

I fail to see why you’re staying behind and they’re not.

*pause* They said what?

*exasperated* I’ll have to have a word with them…*sigh* While we're both here, you might as well input this. *hand over papers*

Yes, it's for next month’s project. Start with the charts on page six.

What? No, no one else has seen-

*sigh* Are you going to let me look over your report or not? *tsk* Close the door behind you. Set up your laptop here.

*door closes*

*typing noises*

*annoyed* What? Are YOU finished yet? There's more when you're done that one.

Hm. *shuffle papers* Who asked you to look at last year's evaluation?

*pause* No one? You just assumed?

*mumble* That was clever. *more typing*

*rustles in their desk* Here.

It’s a menu - what does it look like? Just pick something. They’re down the street - I order lunch from them all the time.

*sigh* You haven't eaten, right? *pause* I wouldn't consider cup noodles a meal. How on earth do you live off those?

Don't thank me. *try to play it off by mumbling* It's a company expense.

*typing* Call them if you’ve decided. I'll just have whatever you're getting.

*she calls to order, ringing sound effect*

*typing, distracted* They usually answer right away. *call answers*

*typing...* Wait- are you getting something spicy?

Let me see the menu. *decide* I'll get #6.

*call ends* *typing*

*rustle papers* Do you think you can add the percentages from last year to this paragraph?

The one on the third page.

*sighs* Come over here. *pause*

*point* This one. *optional paper shuffle*

*sigh* Yes, go ahead. Here's a pen. *clears throat because she's too close*

It's out of ink? *drawer rummaging*

You have one? Well why didn't you just-

*YOU ARE BLUSHING* W-why on EARTH do you keep a pen in your bra?

Your lucky pen... *swallow nervously* ...Fuck...

No - there’s nothing wrong with - *clears throat* keeping things in your bra. *flustered*

I-it’s just that… well, now I know that you keep a- a pen… there…

Yes *cough* i-in case I ever need… one…

*phone rings* *scramble as it rings* Oh- no, go ahead. I don’t know why I’m grabbing YOUR cell.

*small sigh* You can’t reach? You’re - here, let me move my chair back so you can - *phone is blaring*

*Stuff gets knocked over* SHIT, was that your coffee? No- no it’s fine. Are you okay? Ju-just sit on me and answer the damn call. *exasperated* It’s all over the desk…

*she answers the phone*

*whisper* Stop apologizing. *rustle* I have… spare napkins somewhere…

The restaurant? *annoyed sigh* Yeah, I can pick something else. *look over menu* Combo #9? …20 minutes is fine. *call ends*

No- don’t get off yet. You’re going to drip everywhere.

*sigh* I think your skirt caught most of it. Just… give me the dry cleaning bill by the end of the week. Here’s… a single napkin. *angry sigh*

*napkin rustling* I can grab paper towels from the break room.

Did it? It’s all over my… *exasperated*…my pants. Stand up… How much coffee did you have in that anyways??

Don’t look? What- *BLUSH* WHAT are you doing??

I know you’re trying not to drip everywhere but goddammit woman, you don’t need to take your skirt off!

Nonono don’t sit back down, my pants are just as wet.

You know what? *belt buckle, wiggle out of pants while sitting* Fuck it. Let’s take these off too.

There. Now you can sit.

*they sit. long pause, breathing*

*inhale, clears throat*

Never mind. You should probably get off.

*pause*

Because- *big exasperated sigh* Look, do you have anything else to wear?

St-stop moving. *sharp inhale* F-fine, get your skirt from around your ankles.

I have my gym clothes, but what about you?

*exasperated* Yes I work out.

Just borrow my coat tonight. It’s long enough to cover your knees.

*groan* Can you get up now? This is highly inappropriate.

I don’t care that it looks like we’re clothed from the waist up, you’re still sitting on my lap.

*sigh, deadpan* Why don’t you want to get up.

*warning* No, this is non-negotiable. I’m your manager. Get off.

*she grinds into you* *groan*

You are playing with very dangerous territory.

Do you really want to go there? I’m not having this conversation with you.

Will you just look at the situation objectively? Please get off.

*big sigh, she’s upset*

I’m not trying to be harsh. I’m being realistic.

Look, I’ll pay for a new outfit. I’ll pay the difference if the company won’t cover the cost. Please don’t be upset.

Your performance? C-can this conversation happen later?

*sigh* You’re doing well, alright? The last project finished ahead of schedule mainly because of you.

Yes. Didn’t you read the final report?

You’re clever, professional…

*mumble under breath* for the most part…

You adapt exceptionally well to new situations. Granted, you could speak up on more occasions, but- *interrupted with a kiss*

That wasn’t an excuse to- *continue kissing*

*between heated kisses*

Are you TRYING to get us both fired?

*moan into kiss*

No. Stop.

*catching breath*

*stern* What are you doing?

You LOOK at me when I’m speaking to you.

No. We’re sorting this out.

What… Are you doing?

I’m not- *big sigh* I’m not rejecting you. I’m trying to understand what you want. You are risking a lot right now.

Don’t look at me like that. Whatever game you’re playing isn’t going to work.

*pause*

Who told you that?

You know she was fired, right? She didn’t quit.

Well, she’s lying. I can pull up her emails.

Thank god your coffee missed the laptop. *typing*

Here. This thread with the January report.

*pause* This was brought up with HR. Office relationships aren’t forbidden, but she was blackmailing her team leader for a better performance review.

Because she found out you were getting the promotion.

Oh, I thought you knew already. Your team leader was supposed to tell you on Monday. *under breath* Bastard.

*pause* Did she tell you to blackmail me? Is that what this is?

She took advantage of your compassion.

*gentler* …which is one of your strengths.

*clears throat* Among many others. Which is why you were promoted. Now, will you please get off.

We can both forget that this ever happened, and you can get settled in your new office across the hall tomorrow.

Yes, across the hall. You’re under my department now.

…Unless you’re turning down your new position.

*suspicious* Yes, you’ll be working under me.

*playful annoyance* You know, I can always retract my recommendation. Had I known I pushed to promote such a vixen… one who is prone to immature innuendos… *chuckle*

What’s that look for?

You don’t need to thank me.

I’m sorry you felt like you were doing her a favor by… potentially blackmailing me. I suggest blocking her on all fronts.

Matter of fact, if you find out she’s employed elsewhere, please let me know.

*pause in thought*

If you’re thanking me for your promotion, I stand by what I said earlier. I know I come across as harsh or ‘stoic’ according to some people… but your work ethic is what got you the promotion.

*tired sigh* You’re still not getting up. I’m not sure what else you want me to say.

I’m glad you accept, and I -DO- look forward to working together, provided that it will not be while you’re sitting on my lap.

*playful annoyance* Because we wouldn’t get any work done. I don’t care how comfortable and warm I am.

I can already see this becoming a problem, vixen. You will correspond by email and phone during office hours, do you understand?

Yes, after office hours is fine- but that doesn’t…

*leaning in* that doesn’t give you reason to…

…kiss me on a whim.

*exhale with a smile*

You’re cheeky, aren’t you, vixen.

*soft kiss*

Oh is that what this is? *kissing*

Celebratory kisses? *chuckle*

*make out*

I felt that shiver. I know my office is cold. Come on, let’s get cleaned up. Our food should be ready soon.

*last kisses*

Oh? What do you suggest?

—SFW ends, open ended—

—NSFW starts—-

*eyebrows raise* “A celebratory fuck”??

*burst out laughing* That’s quite forward.

Oh come on- *still chuckling* You go from kissing me to suggesting that we fuck, then immediately try to hide your face.

Which is it, vixen? You’re not trying to still blackmail me, are you?

You -have- the position.

Well- yes, and this position too. *chuckle*

*small moan* You really like sitting on my lap, don’t you?

It’s hard to hide, vixen, when we’re both in our underwear.

We really should clean up- *sudden moan*

*curse* Fuck.

You know the delivery guy waits in the lobby, right? What time is it?

*more moaning*

You are really testing me, vixen.

*smirk* Fine, have it your way. But I’m giving you your first tasks for your ‘new position’.

*moaning* Stand up and lean over the desk. Pull your panties to the side.

*optional improv, body appreciation, etc.*

So wet for me already. I’d tease you more but we don’t have time.

Is it? Being taken from behind is your favorite? Mmm… one of mine too.

I’ll just.. Rub my tip against your clit *moan* and…circle around.. Are you ready for me?

*react as you enter*

Fuck. Sorry, that was sudden, wasn’t it? *moan*

God, you feel so good *improv description, moans* Do you need me to pull out?

Press back into me when you can. *groan* Yes, good girl.

*gentle thrusting* I see you follow instructions well, vixen.

I’ll just pull all the way out… and back in *big moan*

*slow, long, deep thrusts* That’s a good girl.

That’s it…

Oh God, right there…

*sexy noises, improv*

What’s the time?

*moan* We’ll need to multitask.

Go to my downloads folder and print the most recent pdf.

*slow thrusting* The one I just opened. Your coffee’s all over the hard copy now.

Good. Can you reach your laptop? You’ll need to print your report too.

*chuckle* I’m -going- to keep thrusting. You can do it.

Wait, go to the list of printers. Third one down. Staple, hole punch, whatever - *moan*

Fuck…

Press back into me. *sudden moan*

I hear the printer. Are you ready to take me harder?

*speed up thrusting, improv all the sexy noises, praise*

I know, I’ll clean up my desk tomorrow, don’t worry about it.

You just focus on me. And how I feel inside you.

Tell me. How do I feel? Do I fill you up?

*slow, teasing thrusts*

*chuckle* What else, vixen?

But you make such delicious noises when I go slow… *moan*

*speed up* But you like it faster, don’t you?

*moan* I can’t wait until I can really hear you. I’ll make you scream for me.

*improv*

*her cell rings*

Answer it.

*chuckle* I’ll slow down, just answer it.

*call answers*

*slow thrusts* Tell them we’ll be there soon.

*call hangs up*

You ready, vixen? I promise the next time won’t be as rushed.

*laugh* Nor will we be in my office.

It’s a date then.

*speeding up, getting close*

Oh right there - Yes, cum for me.

*improv, encouragement*

You can do it. Ride that wave. Take me deeper.

*growl* Yes- Oh that’s my good girl.

That’s my good girl *moan*

*chuckle* You’re clenching around me so tightly…

*moan*

My turn. I’m going to go hard, alright?

*improv intense thrusting* Maybe you can cum with me again.

*improv*

Where do you want it?

*getting close*

You’re sure?

No, I don’t mind. *moan* I’d love to.

*more improv*

I’m close. Right there… Oh god.

*improv to climax*

*recovering breathing* That’s my good girl. Good girl…

*kissing* My little vixen *chuckle*

You’re going to get both of us fired *laugh*

*small kisses*

What do you need?

Hm? Oh. Um. Just use my pants to wipe anything. I’ll get my coat for you.

*optional clothes rustling*

There you go.

What? I’m not going to have my dress shirt on with sweatpants. *chuckle*

You like what you see? *getting dressed*

Oh- yeah the zipper’s tricky. I can get that for you.

*zipper noises*

Well I assume you won’t have to zip it up again tonight. Unless…?

*chuckle* Yes, dinner first.

*more kisses* You’ve just made coming to the office worthwhile. *smirk* I look forward to working with you, vixen.

And perhaps working -under- you, next time.

*chuckle, fade kisses*