Weekly Challenge #1
Weekly Challenge #1
This week's prompt is Donna's blackmail material.
Your entry should focus in some way on what kind of blackmail material Donna has on someone. This can either be canon (like material she has on Louis or Cameron) or something else.
The rules to the challenge are located here.
Word Requirement:
Minimum: 100 words (drabble)
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"What?" Mike says, frozen halfway to Harvey's door. He can't say why, exactly, but something in Donna's tone is setting off all his dangerous red-head plotting evil things warning bells.
"I think you should wear more red. It's a good color on you. Though, personally, I would stay far, far away from the spandex..."
The warning bells are now a wailing air-raid siren of impending doom. Mike gulps, hugging the Macnillian briefs to his chest as though the flimsy paper could protect him from Donna's laser-like focus.
"Uh," he says cautiously, "Yeah, that sounds like pretty sound fashion advice. I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Red, good. Spandex, bad. Got it."
"Hmm," she says, turning back to her monitor and smirking in a way that reminds Mike of a cat watching a canary. "Too bad I wasn't around to impart my vast wisdom on you in high school. Of course, then I would have missed out on this glorious black-mail opportunity."
Mike's heart sinks into his shoes and his palms start to sweat. He closes his eyes and prays briefly for strength, then stretches his neck to see what's on Donna's screen.
His worst fears are confirmed as he sees the large, full-color yearbook shot of his 16-year-old self contorted around a wrestling opponent as he pins the other boy in a half-nelson. His skinny teenage ass is sticking up in the air, clad in the traditional snug spandex leotard, bright red. The outfit is completed by rather unflattering protective headgear and a bright red mouth guard. His face is twisted with effort as he struggles to keep his opponent pinned, hair sweaty and sticking up in between the straps of the headgear.
Mike groans and drops his head onto Donna's partition, thumping it twice more for good measure as a hot blush rises up his neck and over his cheeks.
"Why do you have that?" he moans theatrically.
"I think the better question is: what will you give me to keep this photo off the break room bulletin board? Also, what sort of exercises did you do to keep your ass that pert? I'm looking to break up my workout routine a little, and whatever you were doing gave you the ass of cheer-leading college co-ed."
"Anything," Mike begs, clasping his hands in front of his chest and adopting his best wounded puppy look. "I'll give you anything to delete that photo."
"Oh, sweetie," Donna exclaims, pressing a slim hand to her bosom as she laughs (rather cruelly, Mike thinks), "I'm not going to delete it! You think I'm going to give up this sort of quality blackmail material? Think again. But if you promise to bring me a half-caff soy vanilla latte every morning for the foreseeable future, I promise I'll lock it up nice and safe in my password protected blackmail file for good."
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"Well, that might be a stretch. Let's just say that if you do as I say and don't piss me off, it'll stay safely tucked away in all its leotard-ed glory. Sound good?"
It doesn't sound good. Not at ALL. It sounds terrifying and a little bit like selling his soul to the devil. But really, what choice does he have?
"Sure," he squeaks, trying to muster up a reassuring smile. "Whatever you say, Donna."
"That's a good boy," Donna says fondly. "Don't forget my coffee tomorrow - just remember, my cousin works at Kinko's. I can have life-size posters made at the drop of a hat."
Mike gulps and nods frantically.
"You can go ahead and leave those files here - Harvey's almost done with his meeting, and I'll be sure to let him know you had them here on time."
"Thank you, Donna. And, um, you look stunning today - that color green looks ravishing with your hair."
Donna smirks at him and raises a well-manicured brow expectantly. Mike hands her the files hastily and manages to babble a few more placating compliments before turning tail and practically running back to his cubicle.
He almost bowls Harvey over in the process, babbling about poor choices in high school extra-curricular activities and terrifying administrative assistants before continuing to flee.
Harvey shoots Donna a mildly scolding look.
"Donna, are you traumatizing my associate?"
Donna adopts a piously innocent look. "Who, me? Of course not. I simply provided a bit of... incentive for the puppy to behave."
"And by incentive you mean blackmail material, correct?"
"You make is sound so crude," Donna pouts.
"Stop screwing with the kid's head. He's flighty enough as it is."
Donna smirks.
"I don't think you're in a position to be telling me what I can and cannot do, Harvey, or have you forgotten about that little file I have tucked away on my hard drive - acid_washed_jeans.jpeg?"
Harvey blanches.
"Have I mentioned how ravishing that color looks with your hair?"
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That was absolutely hilarious!
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