Abe 'Kentucky' Duncan, star of WQFU Radio

"Sam, scoot!"

Rising intern Maddie pushes her fellow coworker down a cushion, taking a seat by his side while hoarding her paper plate of sugar cookies in one hand, drink in the other. Sam playfully nudges back, putting his hand to the plate's rim before stopping, dejectedly.

"Really? No chocolate chip? Can this party get any worse?"

"They were all out, bud. Sorry." Maddie apathetically shoves a sprinkle-coated Christmas tree into her mouth, eliciting a loud crunch, "And Jee-sus, Mr. Gloom. Trying to get sympathy points from the bosses with your melodrama?"

Sam turns red, "It's not like that!" Sam shoves down a sugar cookie much to his disdain. "Sorry, I just want some sympathy. Cubicle Carrie took some pot shots at how I, quote unquote, carry myself. Girl said it like she trademarked her own name..."

"Ugh, what a bitch."

"I know!" Sam huffs, sinking further into the couch, "And... I saw you by the punch talking the business with Wendell; what's the deal with that?"

Maddie lovingly rolls her eyes. "You newbie. It's a Christmas party, Sam. We talked. We ain't talking the business."

Far from her mind though, Maddie had been a bit more ambitious as of late. Working at one of the more popular stations in the tri-county area, you don't take a job- internship, here without expecting to make some connections. Sam's radio stardom aspirations must have rubbed off on her, otherwise she might've been content being an intern for another year.

"So... what did Wendell say to you?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing really. Listenership mumbo-jumbo, that Abe's running late as per usual.

"Oh god... 'Kentucky Duncan!'" Sam imitates his intro, nestling back into silence before speaking up again, "I was honestly surprised the first time I heard him speak off the air; he sounds so... stuffy. It really ruined the image of him I had built up of him, over the years..." Sam trails off, grabbing another cookie before shaking his head, "Is it true he flashed someone last Christmas party?"

Maddie snorts, "I have no idea, I wasn't there that time. I've heard the rumors, sure, but... he's still working here, ain't he? So it can't have been that bad."

"He's the star of W-Q... They wouldn't fire him for that."

"True..."

Maddie notices something looks defeated in Sam's eyes talking about Abe. Ever since Sam joined the station's ranks, Maddie watched in real time as the kid's dreams were slowly crushed by none other than Kentucky Duncan himself. It wasn't like Abe ever purposely sabotaged Sam's hard work - only ever put him down on the small things. Having an inflated narcissist as the star of the show tends to tarnish your outlook on life, faith in humanity and whatnot. Maddie can see Abe's ego dripping as he walks in with a smirk, brown blazer, and his signature mistletoe belt he traditionally wears during the cold season -- something made to be an inside joke among the lower-ranks.

"Speak of the Duncan."

Sam looks up, acting aloof as he walks past, then turns quizzical, "Why isn't his show Kentucky Abe? Abe sounds a lot cooler than Duncan to me. Abe! Like Abraham Lincoln - he was born in Kentucky, wasn't he?"

"Maybe that's why; didn't wanna get the two mixed up." Maddie glares onward, gulping at the sight of Abe's belt, "Hey! Maybe they should change it to Kentucky Sam!"

"Hah... hey, you never know. It could happen!"

Ending on a lighter mood, Maddie sits up. "I'll be right back."

Sam gives a wave, taking the plate from her hand as she goes forward to confront Abe alone. She taps him on the shoulder, pulling him away from an unfortunate joke made by Wendell. The cold-shoulder debutant turns with a **** smile, raising an eyebrow as he looks down unexpectedly at the petite brunette smacking her lips.

"Hm?"

It was at this moment that Maddie realizes she doesn't know why she got up in the first place. She turns back, back at Sam to see his puzzled face screaming the same question. Wondering why she walked up to Kentucky Duncan in the first place. She doesn't know why, utterly confused to all she might've been thinking moments before, only to notice a strange tickle in the back of her throat, wanting to be scratched.

She gulps. "Do you mind?"

Gesturing to pull the star aside, Abe looks her up and down from her tacky cardigan sweater to her charcoal khakis, then gilds a killer smile. "Not at all!"

Maddie and Sam share a final glance before she and Abe round the corner away from the common crowd. Again, Maddie's confusion surfaces. She couldn't stand the guy, why did she engage him in conversation. Abe looks back at her, then glances over her shoulder to dissuade the prospect of prying eyes.

"Sorry, ummm..." Maddie expels a dry cough, "I'm not sure why I brought you over here."

The look in his eyes said something different. All-knowing. Abe knew exactly why she was here, and it began to bother Maddie that she was out of the loop.

"You want to suck my dick." Abe states clearly.

Full of confidence as ever, he just had to know. The arrogant mansplainer, Maddie wanted to tell him off, shout insults that he was wrong. But, the truth was there. She wanted to, and just as he said it - it became clear. She wanted to suck his dick so bad she couldn't even comprehend how revolted she should feel by his comment.

"Y-yes..."

Abe smiles, "Well, go on then! 'Tis the season, hm?"

Maddie is **** to unhook his belt by that cringy comment alone. Nevertheless, she does, quite parched too, taking her hand under his belt as she fishes out his cock. Abe stands there expectantly as Maddie rubs his cock against her cheek. A jolt of eroticism coils a strand on precum on her face.

"O-hoho, fuck..."

Perhaps the strangest revelation Maddie felt while under the thumb of this man, she couldn't even complain. She started to enjoy it; swear! His cock in her inexperienced hands went to develop a sort of instantaneous muscle memory. Acclimating and perfecting her technique by the guttural responses above her. The very second her lips touched the head of his cock, a twitch all too familiar from her pussy had her hooked. She began to bob down on his full-length, willing herself to continue every time she gagged against his girth. The other party guests fail to hear the two of them over the gaggle of crowd and cheer, song and ditty.

On a moment's notice, Abe pulls out from her mouth, dripping with saliva. She begins to lean back in, but Abe blocks her movements with a hand, waggling a finger at her like a disobedient pet.

"If you want another taste, you're gonna have to offer something more..."

His comment, and his gaze implies something below the belt. Maddie furrows a brow, on her knees to the prize of a tasty cock only seconds since available. She grimaces at the thought, and stands to Abe's height. Brushing herself off, and somehow finding the willpower to her predicament, with a conflicting thought in her head she symbolically puts a hand to Abe's chest...

"I think I got what I came here for."

Maddie pushes Abe back, swallows, and turns heel to duck out from behind the half-wall, returning to the party. Abe scoffs as she saunters away, rolling his eyes as he seeks out another elf to unpackage presents. Just out of sight for their coworkers to not notice, however, Sam saw the whole thing unfold from his vantage point. Under his breath, he exclaims. "What the fuck?!"