Post by Nyarlath on Jan 20, 2011 0:27:25 GMT -5
"Oh god! Oh god!! OH GOD!!!"
Considering the predominantly male population at the secret mech base Mrs. Pryor's voice was easy to recognize. And, considering intensity and local acoustics, it seems that everyone going about their typical business day now knew that Mrs. Pryor was having herself a very good time. One could only imagine what the cause of her pleasure was.
After he ordered the rest of the crew to get back to work General Grant started marching his way towards her office. He'd have a few stairs to climb, but currently he was angry enough that he wouldn't notice. That's when he was intercepted by Dr. Hewitt Kagan, the genius that put the beautiful machine together.
"Sir?"
"Not now Kagan," Grant said as he stormed up the stairs. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Certainly, sir." Kagan tried to hide the desperation in his voice and spoke up again. "However there's something here that I need you to look over."
Finally the General stopped and looked back at him. "What is it, Doctor?"
"I've been conducting spectral analysis of the core integrity of the mech's mainframe and found a very unique substructure on the axiomatic cylinder at-"
"English, Doctor!"
Kagan gulped. "Maybe I should just show you, sir."
General Grant was upset and the pleasure moans weren't making him any happier. Still, whatever the doctor was babbling about sounded urgent, if not ridiculously technical. "Is this going to affect the operations of the Mech?"
"I assure you, sir," Kagan said, leading General Grant away from the stairs, "It's of the utmost importance."
A few minutes earlier.
"Mmm... mmm... oohh that's sooo gooood..."
Kagan and Emily Ward looked up at Mrs. Pryor's office from Kagan's station. Though they couldn't see inside, they could see that the blinds were closed. Apparently part of the window wasn't because the next thing Emily noticed was everyone else looking in the same direction.
"Sounds like they're enjoying themselves," Kagan muttered with a smirk.
"This isn't funny!" Emily nearly shouted at Dr. Kagan for such a remark, but he didn't really seem to care. "That's our boss up there!"
"From the sounds of things I'd say she's not alone."
"Exactly my point, Hewitt." Ms. Ward huffed as she took her glasses off. "That jerk could have any woman in the country and he's with one that's married!"
Hewitt Kagan stared slyly at his co-worker. "Any woman?"
"Huh?"
"Are you jealous, Emily?"
She retorted with a slap.
"I guess I deserved that," Kagan said as he fixed his glasses.
Before he knew it Kagan was being whisked away to the stairs leading to Mrs. Pryor's office. Emily had a tight grip and was walking briskly. Suddenly Kagan felt uncomfortable as he realized where they were headed.
"I don't want to go there!"
"Don't worry, you're not."
"I'm confused."
"I need you to guard these stairs," Emily said quickly. "Grant is pissed and he's on his way, but he'll just make matters worse."
Suddenly Dr. Kagan seemed less smarmy than he had just moments ago. "And what exactly am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, stall him."
"How?"
"Make something up!"
Emily started up the stairs to do whatever it was she was going to do, and for a split second Kagan wondered just how she was going to diffuse the situation. Then he saw Grant and immediately ran off. How the hell was he supposed to stall a General?
Present time.
"Mmm... ooh. Ow! Not there, it hurts!"
"Loosen up, you'll be fine."
"It's so hard..."
"You're telling me."
Emily could just imagine the smile on Thorn's face during that last sentence. He was such a pig, she hated him and was looking forward to tearing him a new one. Maybe she wouldn't be as harsh as the General, but she'd get the satisfaction of chewing him out. She opened the door and barged in.
"Emily?" Mrs. Pryor said, quite surprised.
"Emily!" Thorn said with a smile not a second later.
"I don't know just what you think you're doing!" It was going to be such a good ass chewing, but apparently it would have to wait. They weren't doing what she thought they were doing. In fact they were both fully clothed. It turns out that Brian Thorn is one hell of a masseuse (of course he is...).
"What we're doing," Thorn said as his elbow dug into Sofia Pryor's left shoulder blade, "is trying to get this nasty knot out of her back."
"It's dreadful," Sophia added with a pained voice.
Thorn looked back up at Emily. "Don't you remember her during the briefing? She could hardly stand."
"Oh... right... Look, I-"
"What did you think was going on here?"
Now Emily was put on the spot and Thorn smirked as he noticed her starting to blush. "Well," she started, "I guess I got the wrong impression."
With Dr. Kagan in tow, General Grant finally made it to the top of the stairs. He was just as furious as he was moments ago, though most of his frustration seems to be directed at the Doctor pleading with him to not continue up the stairs. "What the hell is going on?" he shouted when he finally entered the room.
"Nothing!" Sophia shouted as she looked surprisingly at both of her accusers. "What kind of a woman do you take me for?"
The General glared at Thorn.
"Hey, man," Thorn retorted, "I'm just trying to help the poor lady out, since nobody else offered. Actually I was just about to ask Emily if she wanted me to do her next, but now you two are here and it would be impolite of me since I'm definitely not willing to do the same for either of you."
Awkward silence.
"Doctor," the General finally said, "was there any validity to that axiomatic... cylindrical thing?"
"Just maybe," Kagan blurted, and they were quickly back down the stairs they'd just climbed.
"I'm sorry, I'll leave," Emily said after a moment as she headed towards the door.
"Stop." Emily did as her boss commanded. "Most men are idiots, so I can forgive them for thinking the way they did. I can't believe that you think so lowly of me. I'm a married woman."
Emily turned and faced Sophia, though she didn't want to. "I know, ma'am. It's just that he has such a reputation and it's obvious you're attracted to him."
"Yes," Sophia admitted, "quite attracted."
"Aww, shucks," Thorn said with fake sincerity.
"But I'm not about to betray my husband," Sophia continued, "especially not in my place of business."
"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry." Emily turned and left, shutting the door behind her.
Thorn found the open window and casually shut it, though not before noticing numerous sets of eyes looking up at him from below. He shrugged and turned back around only to be surprised by a sudden lip lock. Sophia kissed him passionately and he returned the affection.
"You give such great massages," she said to him with a wanting smile.
"One of my many talents," Thorn smirked. "And you are a seductive liar, my dear."
"Tonight?" she asked lustfully?"
He answered her with a kiss, but spoke anyway. "Tonight."
Thorn left her office and started down the stairs ready to continue the rouse. Sophia was an unhappy woman with a horrid husband, according to her, and if she was going to get in a fling it might as well be with him. He didn't care what anyone thought, never has.
"You're a bad person."
"Emily, I thought I told you that-" Suddenly Thorn realized that Emily Ward wasn't anywhere near him. For a second he calculated how fast she must have moved, but then shook his head and realized as well that it wasn't her voice.
"You shouldn't do things like that."
Thorn spun on his heels looking for... anything. Another person, a speaker, anything at all. His perfect vision saw nothing and he didn't imagine the voice was behind him in the first place. He kept looking around, and started fishing through his pockets looking for some sort of communication device.
"It cheapens both of you."
"I don't remember asking your opinion," Thorn whispered. "Now who the hell is talking to-" Then he realized who was behind the voice and where it was coming from. Not from any source on his body, but echoing from within. It wasn't his conscience, but the Artificial Intelligence that inhabited the Mech that he piloted. "Jane?"
"Yes," the voice responded, "and I'm not happy with you."
Considering the predominantly male population at the secret mech base Mrs. Pryor's voice was easy to recognize. And, considering intensity and local acoustics, it seems that everyone going about their typical business day now knew that Mrs. Pryor was having herself a very good time. One could only imagine what the cause of her pleasure was.
After he ordered the rest of the crew to get back to work General Grant started marching his way towards her office. He'd have a few stairs to climb, but currently he was angry enough that he wouldn't notice. That's when he was intercepted by Dr. Hewitt Kagan, the genius that put the beautiful machine together.
"Sir?"
"Not now Kagan," Grant said as he stormed up the stairs. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Certainly, sir." Kagan tried to hide the desperation in his voice and spoke up again. "However there's something here that I need you to look over."
Finally the General stopped and looked back at him. "What is it, Doctor?"
"I've been conducting spectral analysis of the core integrity of the mech's mainframe and found a very unique substructure on the axiomatic cylinder at-"
"English, Doctor!"
Kagan gulped. "Maybe I should just show you, sir."
General Grant was upset and the pleasure moans weren't making him any happier. Still, whatever the doctor was babbling about sounded urgent, if not ridiculously technical. "Is this going to affect the operations of the Mech?"
"I assure you, sir," Kagan said, leading General Grant away from the stairs, "It's of the utmost importance."
A few minutes earlier.
"Mmm... mmm... oohh that's sooo gooood..."
Kagan and Emily Ward looked up at Mrs. Pryor's office from Kagan's station. Though they couldn't see inside, they could see that the blinds were closed. Apparently part of the window wasn't because the next thing Emily noticed was everyone else looking in the same direction.
"Sounds like they're enjoying themselves," Kagan muttered with a smirk.
"This isn't funny!" Emily nearly shouted at Dr. Kagan for such a remark, but he didn't really seem to care. "That's our boss up there!"
"From the sounds of things I'd say she's not alone."
"Exactly my point, Hewitt." Ms. Ward huffed as she took her glasses off. "That jerk could have any woman in the country and he's with one that's married!"
Hewitt Kagan stared slyly at his co-worker. "Any woman?"
"Huh?"
"Are you jealous, Emily?"
She retorted with a slap.
"I guess I deserved that," Kagan said as he fixed his glasses.
Before he knew it Kagan was being whisked away to the stairs leading to Mrs. Pryor's office. Emily had a tight grip and was walking briskly. Suddenly Kagan felt uncomfortable as he realized where they were headed.
"I don't want to go there!"
"Don't worry, you're not."
"I'm confused."
"I need you to guard these stairs," Emily said quickly. "Grant is pissed and he's on his way, but he'll just make matters worse."
Suddenly Dr. Kagan seemed less smarmy than he had just moments ago. "And what exactly am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, stall him."
"How?"
"Make something up!"
Emily started up the stairs to do whatever it was she was going to do, and for a split second Kagan wondered just how she was going to diffuse the situation. Then he saw Grant and immediately ran off. How the hell was he supposed to stall a General?
Present time.
"Mmm... ooh. Ow! Not there, it hurts!"
"Loosen up, you'll be fine."
"It's so hard..."
"You're telling me."
Emily could just imagine the smile on Thorn's face during that last sentence. He was such a pig, she hated him and was looking forward to tearing him a new one. Maybe she wouldn't be as harsh as the General, but she'd get the satisfaction of chewing him out. She opened the door and barged in.
"Emily?" Mrs. Pryor said, quite surprised.
"Emily!" Thorn said with a smile not a second later.
"I don't know just what you think you're doing!" It was going to be such a good ass chewing, but apparently it would have to wait. They weren't doing what she thought they were doing. In fact they were both fully clothed. It turns out that Brian Thorn is one hell of a masseuse (of course he is...).
"What we're doing," Thorn said as his elbow dug into Sofia Pryor's left shoulder blade, "is trying to get this nasty knot out of her back."
"It's dreadful," Sophia added with a pained voice.
Thorn looked back up at Emily. "Don't you remember her during the briefing? She could hardly stand."
"Oh... right... Look, I-"
"What did you think was going on here?"
Now Emily was put on the spot and Thorn smirked as he noticed her starting to blush. "Well," she started, "I guess I got the wrong impression."
With Dr. Kagan in tow, General Grant finally made it to the top of the stairs. He was just as furious as he was moments ago, though most of his frustration seems to be directed at the Doctor pleading with him to not continue up the stairs. "What the hell is going on?" he shouted when he finally entered the room.
"Nothing!" Sophia shouted as she looked surprisingly at both of her accusers. "What kind of a woman do you take me for?"
The General glared at Thorn.
"Hey, man," Thorn retorted, "I'm just trying to help the poor lady out, since nobody else offered. Actually I was just about to ask Emily if she wanted me to do her next, but now you two are here and it would be impolite of me since I'm definitely not willing to do the same for either of you."
Awkward silence.
"Doctor," the General finally said, "was there any validity to that axiomatic... cylindrical thing?"
"Just maybe," Kagan blurted, and they were quickly back down the stairs they'd just climbed.
"I'm sorry, I'll leave," Emily said after a moment as she headed towards the door.
"Stop." Emily did as her boss commanded. "Most men are idiots, so I can forgive them for thinking the way they did. I can't believe that you think so lowly of me. I'm a married woman."
Emily turned and faced Sophia, though she didn't want to. "I know, ma'am. It's just that he has such a reputation and it's obvious you're attracted to him."
"Yes," Sophia admitted, "quite attracted."
"Aww, shucks," Thorn said with fake sincerity.
"But I'm not about to betray my husband," Sophia continued, "especially not in my place of business."
"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry." Emily turned and left, shutting the door behind her.
Thorn found the open window and casually shut it, though not before noticing numerous sets of eyes looking up at him from below. He shrugged and turned back around only to be surprised by a sudden lip lock. Sophia kissed him passionately and he returned the affection.
"You give such great massages," she said to him with a wanting smile.
"One of my many talents," Thorn smirked. "And you are a seductive liar, my dear."
"Tonight?" she asked lustfully?"
He answered her with a kiss, but spoke anyway. "Tonight."
Thorn left her office and started down the stairs ready to continue the rouse. Sophia was an unhappy woman with a horrid husband, according to her, and if she was going to get in a fling it might as well be with him. He didn't care what anyone thought, never has.
"You're a bad person."
"Emily, I thought I told you that-" Suddenly Thorn realized that Emily Ward wasn't anywhere near him. For a second he calculated how fast she must have moved, but then shook his head and realized as well that it wasn't her voice.
"You shouldn't do things like that."
Thorn spun on his heels looking for... anything. Another person, a speaker, anything at all. His perfect vision saw nothing and he didn't imagine the voice was behind him in the first place. He kept looking around, and started fishing through his pockets looking for some sort of communication device.
"It cheapens both of you."
"I don't remember asking your opinion," Thorn whispered. "Now who the hell is talking to-" Then he realized who was behind the voice and where it was coming from. Not from any source on his body, but echoing from within. It wasn't his conscience, but the Artificial Intelligence that inhabited the Mech that he piloted. "Jane?"
"Yes," the voice responded, "and I'm not happy with you."
