Hell Week

The next days were hell. Gwen had assumed that while she shadowed him he would be begrudging, keeping her at arms length, but he was informative, patient, cracking jokes and resolving issues with confidence and efficiency. Arthur showed her the ins and outs of his department, ticket generation, parts ordering, direct support. He was also really easy on the eyes. Every compliment or word of encouragement made her burn.

She consistently had trouble focusing. Two nights in a row she came home and fingered her brains out, without the use of her previously favorite video. On the third day with him she couldn’t wait and excused herself to the bathroom, because he put his hand on her shoulder while pointing at the screen and she had almost called him Daddy. Gwen felt like she was going to explode on the spot.

All the while the ring whispered in Arthur’s ear, tempting him with pleas to just bend her over the desk and take her. Pants from the material plane would not have stood for the constant and prolonged ****, even as Lexx enjoyed the near constant meal of his arousal. Danyssa was no calming influence either. She sat on his shoulder taunting him with all that would be his as soon as he acted. He needed a relief.

He asked Cheryl on a date.