Meg scowled.
That bitch was at it again!
“Oh, no,” she said, quelling the expression and donning her best customer-service smile. “I hadn’t heard that.”
“Sorry, I thought I’d told you,” said Lilith. God, Meg hated doing business with this woman, but money was money. “Your services will no longer required; the Ruby Consortium put in a highly competitive bid.”
‘Ruby Consortium’ my ass, God, what kind of arrogant cunt names a business after herself and claims it’s a fricken Consortium?
Ruby. Of course.
“According to Paragraph 3, Subsection 2.4a of our contract, you are required to inform Masters, Inc., if we are outbid, allow us to view the bid, and give us time to prepare a counter offer,” said Meg smoothly.
I mean, if her name was Masters, that’d be different. But who’d buy from ‘Meg, Inc.’ No one, right? Except maybe the same douche bags who are happy to buy from ‘the Ruby Consortium.’
“You just happened to have that part of the contract memorized?” said Lilith sourly. Meg nodded.
Just happened to get warning yesterday evening that you had this up your sleeve.
I won’t lose to anyone.
Least of all Ruby.
Lilith sighed. “Fine. Speak to my secretary about a copy of the proposed bid, and you’re welcome to try to convince me. 24 hours, Meg.”
Recognizing the dismissal, Meg ducked her head politely, rose, and left Lilith’s office. Brief conversation with the secretary secured a copy of Ruby’s bid – utterly unnecessary, Meg already had a copy, but she didn’t want Lilith to know that – and she’d stayed up most of the previous night preparing her counter-offer.
Ruby thought she had Meg beat.
Ruby really oughta know better.
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“You…you…you whore!” fumed Ruby, storming into Meg’s office. Allowing herself a cold smile, Meg looked up. God, she loved how passionate Ruby got when she was pissed about something, when her normally perfect features twisted with emotion and her usually sleek hair made a disheveled halo about her head.
“Must I remind you that the non-disclosure agreement you signed regarding my college profession is still in place?” Meg said mildly. Staying calm in the face of Ruby’s anger only made her more pissed, her skin flushing red, her eyes gleaming.
“There’s no one else to hear,” snapped Ruby, stomping across the room and hopping to sit on Meg’s desk, ignoring the papers she scrunched as she did. “Just like there was no definitely no one to hear about the deal I struck with Lilith!”
“I suppose the walls have ears.” Meg folded her hands on the table and looked up at Ruby, offering her a glib smile. For a wonder, steam didn’t pour out of Ruby’s ears.
“Where’d you hide it?” Ruby demanded ominously.
“Uh uh uh,” said Meg, waggling a finger before Ruby’s nose. Ruby nipped at her, but Meg didn’t flinch. “That’s not how this game’s played. Say it.”
“No!” said Ruby, pouting.
“Ruby…”
“You cheated, Meg!”
“What, and you’ve never cheated?” Meg scoffed. “I remember the stunt you pulled with my fax machine.”
“Oh, yeah.” Ruby broke into a grin. “That was a classic.”
“Say it!”
“Fine,” Ruby sighed and rolled her eyes. “You win this round.”
“Good,” said Meg. With a decisive nod, she rose and walked across her office, straightening her business suit. “I think the pink dildo. And the vibrator for you, the crotch of the strap on should hold it in. And I expect you to behave.”
“Or what, you’ll spank me?” taunted Ruby, rising and following her, moving with cat-like grace.
She’s gotten too confident by half.
“Oh, I can do far worse than that,” Meg promised. Ruby met her eyes, some of her confidence ebbing away, though Meg only recognized the change thanks to intimate experience over the course of years – a slight quiver of Ruby’s shoulders, a widening in her eyes, small signs of how affected she was.
“I look forward to you trying,” Ruby replied, a sultry promise in her voice.
This was, by far, the most enjoyable business rivalry Meg had ever had.
“In my bedroom. On your knees. Naked. Blind-folded. Wearing the strap on. Five minutes, Ruby. Go!”
And Ruby went.
And Meg smiled.
Damn did we play Lilith well. Not that that was Ruby’s intention, but it sure worked out. How did Lilith not know we’re married?
Well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
But it will hurt Ruby.
And we’ll both love every minutes of it.
“Four minutes left!” Meg shouted, loosening her tie and starting toward the bedroom.
There was a squeak and a clatter, and Meg’s smile widened.
Maybe during the scene today I can convince her to finally change that damn business name…
“What’s your safe word, Ruby?” she called, kicking off her heels.
“Consortium!” Ruby shouted back.
…or not…
…oh well. Next time…
…unless I lose next time.
That’s always fun too.
A minute early, Meg stepped into her bedroom.
Ruby was ready, breasts rising and falling with each calm breath.
God I love her.
“We’re going to have so much fun today,” said Meg.
“Yes, mistress!”
So, so much.
“That bid was very poorly constructed,” Meg said, running a finger over Ruby’s chin. “You’ll never beat me that way.”
“Beat me, mistress,” breathed Ruby. Meg’s breath caught, heat pooling between her legs.
Oh, she was going to beat Ruby alright. And ride her, and press the vibrator against her clit, and lick up every delicious drop she leaked, and if Ruby came?
There’d be hell to pay.
“I will,” said Meg, voice going throaty and deep.
She’s perfect for me.
And we’re perfect for each other.
Time to get the paddle.
Tag: au
How about #131?
”This is an apology pizza. Please take it or I will start crying right here.”
(Uh, I better figure out how to make these shorter…I’m a bit verbose.)
“Dean?” The knock at his bedroom door sounded terrified, if that was possible; the voice tentatively saying his name definitely carried more than a little fear, along with trembling anxiety. Dean didn’t say anything, and not just because speaking moved muscles that didn’t like being moved.
The door creaked open a sliver, letting a wedge of lamplight from the hall spill onto the floor of his darkened room. Charlie poked her head through the crack, backlighting throwing her face into shadow. He didn’t need light to know that her eyes were enormously wide, full of guilt. When she saw him sitting up against his headboard, she gulped, almost audibly, before opening the door the rest of the way and stepping inside. Her hands were gripping a wide, flat box in front of her, like a shield.
The way he ought to have gripped his own, really.
“So, this is an apology pizza. Please take it or I will start crying right here,” she said, trying for a light tone. It failed miserably.
He sighed, waving for her to sit down. She dropped onto the foot of the bed, shoulders high with tension. “Can’t really…” he gestured toward the box, then toward his face. “But thanks.”
“Is it really that bad? I can’t see, what with the lights off,” she said, a nervous laugh trying to escape. Dean huffed, then reached over to the lamp on his bedside table. When he clicked it on, Charlie sucked in a breath. He knew exactly what she was seeing: his nose was swollen enormously, bloodied across the bridge, and both his eyes were blackened as though he had gone several rounds with Mike Tyson.
“Oh, Dean,” Charlie whimpered. It was the sympathetic, guilty tears in her eyes, almost ready to spill, that finally made him shake his head and gesture for her to come closer and curl under his arm.
“Not your fault, your highness,” he grumbled. “I should have known better than to underestimate you on the field of combat. I dropped my shield, going for the win, and I deserved what I got.”
“No, but it was an accident!” Charlie protested. “I mean, yeah, I’m pretty badass with a blade, but I was just lifting it to go for a downward strike–I wasn’t trying to catch you in the face with the pommel, I swear!” The LARP blades they’d been using for their mock fight had been mostly foam and lightweight PVC, but the pommel that had broken Dean’s nose was reinforced with heavier materials.
“Accidents happen. I’ll heal,” Dean reassured her. It was true, and he couldn’t stay mad.
“But your date!” she cried. “You were only out there in the first place because of your nerves about tonight!”
And that was the rub. After almost a year of dancing around his own nerves, Dean had finally worked up the courage to ask out the gorgeous guy who’d stolen his breath when he’d first seen him in the cafeteria at work. Castiel worked in a different department, and with only lunch hours to get to know him (and be intimidated as hell by each new impressive, awesome thing he learned about him), Dean was amazed and shocked that he’d actually managed to ask Cas out for drinks, and that Cas had actually agreed.
But now…
“Yeah, probably should have just gone for a jog or something,” Dean said with a grimace, which was followed by a wince of pain.
“You know, it’s only 5:45,” Charlie said hesitantly. “You haven’t actually missed the date yet. You could still–”
“No, no way,” Dean said firmly. “I look ridiculous, and Cas is…he’s not the kind of guy who I want seeing me like this.” Castiel was always so collected and cultured; next to him, Dean felt like a clumsy doof on his best days. “I texted him and told him I was sick. Hopefully, he’ll give me a raincheck. If not…” He frowned, not wanting to think about it.
Charlie made a pained sound, and he pulled her closer. They sat quietly for a little while, ignoring the pizza. Then sounds from outside his door startled Dean out of his black thoughts. Sam was talking to somebody, and they were getting closer.
“…see what I mean,” Sam was saying. “Go on, it’s fine.” And before Dean could protest, his door was opening, and Sam was standing in the doorway, with Castiel beside him. Cas was holding a pharmacy bag, looking baffled. When his eyes fell on Dean, his eyes widened.
“Sam,” Dean groaned. Too late, Cas was crossing the floor, dropping the bag as he moved. He caught Dean’s face in his hands, tilting it from side to side.
“Yell at me later, Dean,” Sam said. “I told you to go to the ER, and you wouldn’t. You had a date planned with an actual ENT doctor anyway, and when he showed up, I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“I’m fine, Cas,” Dean said, wincing as fingers prodded at the bruises. This was a nightmare. Charlie had crawled off the bed and was watching with mouth slightly open in surprise.
“You work in hematology, Dean. If you had a blood disorder, I’d yield to your expertise. This is mine.” Appearing satisfied for the moment, Cas let his hands slip from Dean’s cheekbones around to the sides of his face. “But I’d say that in this case, you’re probably correct. I would probably skip the pizza, however.”
“It’s an apology pizza,” Charlie mumbled. Cas turned to her, raising a brow inquisitively. “I hit him in the face with a sword.”
Cas barked a shocked laugh. “What kind?”
“Boffer longsword.”
Cas chuckled. “I didn’t know you did live-action role play, Dean. It’s been ages, but I think I still have my monk garb somewhere in the basement. Though I believe this is better treated with an ice pack than leeches.”
Dean had no idea how it happened, but somehow, he found himself wedged between his best friend and his crush, listening to them discuss costumes, battles, and festivals…and it was perfect.
Except for the awesome-smelling pizza, which he was too sore to eat. But it would keep. He snuggled into his pillow and did his best to smile.
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