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Grian watched the door swing shut behind Cub and Grian realised something. He was alone in his boss’s office. He had never found himself here alone before and it felt like being in the royal palace. For some strange reason he felt like screaming. Not out of fear just to break the silence that had settled around him. It felt as if the world had paused while he stood there. It was like he was in a library or a museum. That if he breathed too loudly an old stern woman would tut at him.
Grian wanted to throw things now. The sound of smashing windows would be almost enough to chase that oppressive feeling. He hated it. He hated places that made him feel small. It was a room! How dare a room make him feel bad! A fucking room. Grian didn’t let people make him feel this way so why would he let an office do so!
Grian stormed over to the desk and sat in Cub’s chair almost to spite the damn room. He was telling it to look at him and how he didn’t a damn about its judging stare… If a room could be judging or even have a stare. Grian didn’t care about that, because he was beating the damn room by sitting in Cub’s chair and it was plush.
Grian never imagined himself in power in any sense. It was usually the opposite. He wanted less responsibility instead of more. He never considered it but sitting in the chair, looking over the room… and idea to came to mind. Oh yes… He could enjoy this with a handsome assistant coming to serve his every need… Someone like Mumbo… who looked like he was made to wear a suit and be answering to his back and call.
Grian found himself leaning back against the chair, imagining it so clearly. Mumbo at his right hand, a look of attentiveness as he wrote notes as him and Scar talked business… of course Scar’s eyes would drift from the very important business papers in front of them to the handsome aide… Grian could already see how it was late night in the room, them being the only ones there, as the building fell quiet.
Grian could already see the way he beckoned to Mumbo, to bring them some whiskey… like businessmen did so? Grian didn’t know but in his fantasy they did so Mumbo would slowly pour out two glasses for them, and Grian would see how Scar stared. “He is pretty, isn’t he?” Grian would voice seeing how Scar would blush at being caught.
Mumbo would put his notepad away as he gave Scar a knowing smile. Grian’s hand would settle on his side, cupping a hip. “I would say I hired him to look at him but no, it was surprising when I found how brilliant he was.” He told him quietly, seeing how Scar finally looked at Mumbo. Grian could see the way Scar now feasted on the sight of the man, instead of small guilty peeks.
“It is such bother to find good help. I see that Mumbo may have more than a few uses…” Scar’s eyes were now fixed on Grian’s hand rubbing up and down Mumbo’s hip and side. He swallowed down some whiskey and licked his lips clean.
“Indeed. He serves my… every… need.” Grian purred. “And now we are going into business together, he would be at your service as well.” Grian told him even though the contracts weren’t signed… or agreed upon… but he knew he had Scar right where he wanted. “Perhaps you would like to see his skills in action. You seem tense… Just sit back and let him work.”
Scar would be so nervous and skittish, eyes glancing at the door, face all flushed for more than the whiskey before he settled back in the chair, legs spread a little with enough room for Mumbo to settle between them. “Oh… oh my… eager, isn’t he?” Scar would comment as Mumbo nuzzled at his thighs. “You… would have to spend a pretty penny to get a whore this… well behaved.”
“Mumbo loves his job.” Grian told him simply watching Mumbo nuzzle and kiss and explore Scar’s thighs, and the way he bulged in his trousers. “He loves serving his betters…” He grumbled all while Mumbo used his mouth to work the buttons of Scar’s trousers, deftly opening the front.
Grian’s fantasy was broken just before the good bit when Tango stumbled into the room looking confused. “Heyo! So, people were saying Cub left a bit confused and you didn’t return?” Tango panted, looking like he had run from the printing room. “But… you are okay?”
Grian nodded, getting up quickly. “Yeah… I was just thinking about stuff.” He told Tango feeling embarrassed. “I think home time for me?” He commented trying to hid his erection behind Cub’s desk.
Tango approached looking at the strange collage that Cub had left behind. “Huh? What is this?”
Grian didn’t want Tango to see his hardness and waved the man off. “Oh, something Cub was working on. It doesn’t mean anything.” Grian quickly rushed out before slipping from behind the desk. “I better go! Uh see Scar and Mumbo… you know business awaits!” He blurted out before fleeing with extra flee.