The reception

Nervously, John pressed the button for the third floor. The elevator began to move with a rattling sound. One story... two stories... and he was there. The pling and the metallic sound of the doors opening suddenly sounded rather ominous. The door opened further to reveal... a boring-looking hallway. Well, this was a government building after all...

Left, she said, right? SO left John went. Not long after he saw a sign on the wall indicating multiple different departments on this floor. One of them was the BMA. He followed the arrow further until he came to a double door of frosted glass with the letters BMA over it in official-looking big black letters. All other doors he had seen so far in this building had been plain glass... a coincidence, right?

This was ridiculous! He had seen what kind of power he had in this world. Simply dropping his pants should be enough to get him out of virtually anything if it came to it. Taking a deep breath, John pushed the door open. Behind, there was a small room with nothing in it except for a single desk, like a reception of sorts. Behind it sat a black-haired woman, looking down at something on her desk John could not see.

Without looking up she said, in a tone of voice that implied this was not the first time she said this and would not be the last "You are not on my list, if you do not have an appointment come back on Mondays between 11 and 4 like everybody else" John heard the sound of something being stamped.

Not exactly a polite welcome, but hey, at least the black helicopters were not here yet. "Oh, well..." John said rather lamely. At the sound of his voice, he heard whatever was in her hand drop and clatter from her desk to the floor. In slow-motion her head tilted up and up until she looked at him with wide eyes. John could see the usual longing, the desire he was used to but there was also something else. Stress? Fear, even maybe?

Her voice cracking with nervousness she said "I am sorry, Sir I did not... I mean... How can I help you?" Shit, now that she asked him that, John realized that at least this was a question he really should have been prepared for. Well, no time to think about it now, he just made something up on the fly. "Oh erm.. I.. I have a problem with my LAP list, you see?" He vaguely gestured around with his phone to somehow give this strange claim validity "And, well I have always been one to prefer the personal touch in these things."

In the look she gave him John could see that she thought about various ways in which she would like to feel his personal touch right now. John just needed to move on somehow, he told himself. Just needed to go higher up to find out more about this whole thing. "So, uhm... is there someone I could talk to?" He decided to follow this up with his most convincing rendition of a dashing smile.

It may not have worked back in his old life, but here it worked wonders. "I. Well, Sir, I really am not supposed to let anyone through without an appointment..." John could see it. He could see it in her eyes. A single touch from him and she would fold. He came right up to her desk and leaned over close to her face "Are you sure there is nothing you can do? A beautiful and capable lady like you?" John watched her blush.

"Why don't I come and join you behind your desk while you think about a way to work this out?" As she did not tell him to stay back, John did just that. As he arrived right next to her he said "Take your time to think about it while I give you a relaxing massage, how does that sound?" John put his hands on her shoulders. For about 5 seconds. They slipped down into her blouse without meeting any resistance. As he felt her nipples harden between his fingers, he knew it was over. Her breathing got quicker, she began to let out short moans.

Leaning over her John looked down at her face from right above her. "Do you want to do me a favor? Just open that door for me, will you?" Her eyes were closed and for a while she simply just breathed in and out with the occasional moan, enjoying his massage. As they slowly opened to look up at him she whispered "It.. it was never locked."

"Good to know. Thank you sweetheart" John said and turned for the door. Somehow he got the feeling that it would not get easier from here on out.