An Interrupted Search

Zeke abandoned any pretense at working and spent his time on the prowl looking for potential "dates", checking out their thought bubbles as much as he was their asses. Colleen from payroll caught him looking between her tits and about a foot above her head. Her thought bubble ignored it altogether and read rather depressingly "I wonder if I can catch a repeat of Downton tonight." Zeke couldn't bring himself to, even if he mind-wiped her.

He had settled on Anja, a tall blonde girl of Scandinavian descent who had started in marketing the year before but always seemed out of his league. He had jut maneuvered himself over to her desk before she noticed and grabbed a hold of her thought bubble with the intention of writing something favorable about himself when he was interrupted.

"We need to talk!" said a determined looking Niamh who had stormed along the corridor towards him. "Now!", and turned on her heel and went into one of the little meeting rooms which were secluded by floor length venetian blinds. Perplexed, but not fazed, Zeke released Anja's thought bubble, unedited and followed her.

"Right, if this is going to work we need to get some ground rules out straight off the bat," started Niamh, "first you dont slap my ass, or anything else. Got it? You got some nerve pulling that shit!" she jabbed a finger towards Jake accusingly, "Next you put in some effort around here! and third," she paused. "I actually dont have a third. Thats it! Just fucking leave my ass alone and we can work together".

"Or," countered Zeke, bringing up a finger and pointing straight back at her. He poked it straight into her right nipple "Or, you do exactly whatever I want, because if you don't I'll tell Ariel I cant work with you and you'll be fired before the end of the day"

"What? You wouldnt. You, you can't! I... ", she crumbled, her lip quivering, recoiling but not responding to being poked in the tit.

"Yeah? Watch me bitch! Kneel before Zeke!"