*sniffle* *sob* *whine* - re-post!
I've deleted this and I'm re-posted, LJ went hooky on me the other nite after I posted out-of-order and all my posts since went strange. Re-did that and seems fine now, so figure it was buggy.
I have been to bed for a whole half an hour! Ran out of painkillers, feeling miserable.
Got an engineer coming before five, another guy due one ish my dad calling somewhere in that mix.
i need hugs/help/sleep
I'm barely conscious but I wrote this fluffy-fun to cheer myslef up :) '13' is waiting until I'm coherent to see hiow much I cringe to post it!
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Title : Desk Duty
WordCount : 658
Plot : Paris is left on desk duty while the others attend the monthly meeting
Patience was running thin. Paris was fast loosing his cool and who could blame him. The man refused to listen. He was getting more and more agitated and Paris could only parrot the same lines over again.
‘I’m telling you Mr Pepijn, the manager isn’t available’
‘This is important, I must speak to the person in charge’
That’d be Kain. Our manager’
‘Then can you get me this Kain please?’
‘I’m not authorized to. He’s in a meeting’
‘Then who’s next in command’
‘Probably Greg’
‘And Greg is in the meeting too?’
‘er No’
‘Then?’
‘He’s on holiday, he’s taking Nick flying’
‘He’s a pilot?’
‘er, yes? Something like that anyway’
‘Okay. So do you have a marketing director?’
‘Pascal does the cards’
‘And Pascal is?’
‘We’ve not seen him for a few weeks’
‘He’s left the company?’
‘Well, he went home with a client. We’re all pretty certain he’ll turn up again any day now, there’s a pool on it’
Paris raised his voice but there was no drowning them out, he’d swear the shouts got deliberately louder.
‘YES. YES. YES. I Like it, oh GOD I like it. YES. GOD YES. There. OH MY GOD. SWEET JESUS’
…Yes and all the God damned fallen angels as well!
‘Exactly what kind of meeting is taking place back there?’
‘The religious kind’
‘Religious?’
‘YES. YES. GOD have mercy. YES. CHRIST’
‘We’re a deeply religious company’
‘Sounds it’
‘YES. YES’
‘Very reverent’
‘Very something alright’
‘Look why don’t you..’
‘DO IT NOW. Now. NOW. YES like that. OH GOD I LIKE IT. GOD YES. YES. YES’
‘..leave a message?’
‘I’ve left half a dozen and called in twice already’
‘Three times a charm’
‘It’s not getting me anywhere’
‘It could Mr Pepijn.’
‘I left a case of samples; can you at least let me know if Kain got those?’
‘Kain gets lots’
‘I’m aware of that. Every time I call I’m told he’s either playing with his dick or busy taking his dick out. Yesterday I got told he wouldn’t come to the phone as he was tying his dick down’
‘Yes, we were all rather surprised when he came to the meeting today’
‘If the man ever gets his hands out of his pants can you get him to contact me?’
‘Well I’ve not seen Dick today to be honest, so he’s possibly still tied up and not wearing any pants’
‘What? No, don‘t tell me. I left samples, the business you guys do at Pleasures I thought you’d be in the market for some fancy lube’
‘Lube?’
‘Yes’
‘The self-heating, tickling, chilling and flavour changing lubes?’
‘That’s right’
‘Oh Bas, you should have said. That’s what the meetings all about’
‘The religious meeting?’
‘It can be a very religious experience’ Paris rounded the desk ‘We’re going to be ordering vast quantities from you, us being a worldwide organisation’
‘There are other shops? Would Kain consider selling a trial range..?’
‘Selling? Take it from me Bas Pepijn, the staff here will be keep you in enough business without ever bothering the clientele!’
‘I’ll leave you some order forms’ Bas pulled a sheaf of papers from his briefcase then reached for the stapler on the desk ‘May I?’
‘Oh please do’
Bas pinned a business card to a sheet, placing another ready.
‘Oh again please’
Giving an awkward chuckle Bas stapled the final sheets together. Then fell over the desk as Paris pounced.
‘What are you doing?’
‘My job?’
‘Your job is to kiss people?’
‘No, I never get to kiss people. I’m only the staple guy. Mr Kain did say however that if the Lube-guy turned up, I could whatever was necessary to keep him here.’
‘And you feel sitting on me is necessary?’
‘Well it feels nice’
‘And sticking your tongue down my throat is more effective than simply asking me to wait?’
‘I feel it’s necessary!’
‘Whatever is necessary?’
‘That’s right’
‘Okay. Well carry on then’
I have been to bed for a whole half an hour! Ran out of painkillers, feeling miserable.
Got an engineer coming before five, another guy due one ish my dad calling somewhere in that mix.
i need hugs/help/sleep
I'm barely conscious but I wrote this fluffy-fun to cheer myslef up :) '13' is waiting until I'm coherent to see hiow much I cringe to post it!
- - - - STAPLER - - - -
Title : Desk Duty
WordCount : 658
Plot : Paris is left on desk duty while the others attend the monthly meeting
Patience was running thin. Paris was fast loosing his cool and who could blame him. The man refused to listen. He was getting more and more agitated and Paris could only parrot the same lines over again.
‘I’m telling you Mr Pepijn, the manager isn’t available’
‘This is important, I must speak to the person in charge’
That’d be Kain. Our manager’
‘Then can you get me this Kain please?’
‘I’m not authorized to. He’s in a meeting’
‘Then who’s next in command’
‘Probably Greg’
‘And Greg is in the meeting too?’
‘er No’
‘Then?’
‘He’s on holiday, he’s taking Nick flying’
‘He’s a pilot?’
‘er, yes? Something like that anyway’
‘Okay. So do you have a marketing director?’
‘Pascal does the cards’
‘And Pascal is?’
‘We’ve not seen him for a few weeks’
‘He’s left the company?’
‘Well, he went home with a client. We’re all pretty certain he’ll turn up again any day now, there’s a pool on it’
Paris raised his voice but there was no drowning them out, he’d swear the shouts got deliberately louder.
‘YES. YES. YES. I Like it, oh GOD I like it. YES. GOD YES. There. OH MY GOD. SWEET JESUS’
…Yes and all the God damned fallen angels as well!
‘Exactly what kind of meeting is taking place back there?’
‘The religious kind’
‘Religious?’
‘YES. YES. GOD have mercy. YES. CHRIST’
‘We’re a deeply religious company’
‘Sounds it’
‘YES. YES’
‘Very reverent’
‘Very something alright’
‘Look why don’t you..’
‘DO IT NOW. Now. NOW. YES like that. OH GOD I LIKE IT. GOD YES. YES. YES’
‘..leave a message?’
‘I’ve left half a dozen and called in twice already’
‘Three times a charm’
‘It’s not getting me anywhere’
‘It could Mr Pepijn.’
‘I left a case of samples; can you at least let me know if Kain got those?’
‘Kain gets lots’
‘I’m aware of that. Every time I call I’m told he’s either playing with his dick or busy taking his dick out. Yesterday I got told he wouldn’t come to the phone as he was tying his dick down’
‘Yes, we were all rather surprised when he came to the meeting today’
‘If the man ever gets his hands out of his pants can you get him to contact me?’
‘Well I’ve not seen Dick today to be honest, so he’s possibly still tied up and not wearing any pants’
‘What? No, don‘t tell me. I left samples, the business you guys do at Pleasures I thought you’d be in the market for some fancy lube’
‘Lube?’
‘Yes’
‘The self-heating, tickling, chilling and flavour changing lubes?’
‘That’s right’
‘Oh Bas, you should have said. That’s what the meetings all about’
‘The religious meeting?’
‘It can be a very religious experience’ Paris rounded the desk ‘We’re going to be ordering vast quantities from you, us being a worldwide organisation’
‘There are other shops? Would Kain consider selling a trial range..?’
‘Selling? Take it from me Bas Pepijn, the staff here will be keep you in enough business without ever bothering the clientele!’
‘I’ll leave you some order forms’ Bas pulled a sheaf of papers from his briefcase then reached for the stapler on the desk ‘May I?’
‘Oh please do’
Bas pinned a business card to a sheet, placing another ready.
‘Oh again please’
Giving an awkward chuckle Bas stapled the final sheets together. Then fell over the desk as Paris pounced.
‘What are you doing?’
‘My job?’
‘Your job is to kiss people?’
‘No, I never get to kiss people. I’m only the staple guy. Mr Kain did say however that if the Lube-guy turned up, I could whatever was necessary to keep him here.’
‘And you feel sitting on me is necessary?’
‘Well it feels nice’
‘And sticking your tongue down my throat is more effective than simply asking me to wait?’
‘I feel it’s necessary!’
‘Whatever is necessary?’
‘That’s right’
‘Okay. Well carry on then’