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Creative Business (Houdini x Atzura)

"Good. Head shots are much more artistic than giving people a second asshole. Although... if you're really twisted, you can think of it as putting an asshole on someone's face. That works too."

She looked at the building, "This doesn't seem bad. I wonder if you cleaned up..." She heard him speak about the tour and laughed, "Eh? Well, yeah, that sounds good to me, I love tours. Just don't try to molest me in your hallway. I dunno if I can turn you down."
 
An asshole on someone's face. Wow. That was freaky. "Yeah," he agreed with a chuckle. "I'll admit to cleaning up a little," he said as he turned the key. "So come on," he encouraged her as he set the gun and the liquor down on the coffee table. The living room came into view first, and it was neat, almost a little boring. Nothing was on the floor anywhere in the place, it became apparent as he took her through. He popped her into the kitchen before leading her back to his bedroom. "So this is it," he said, wrapping it up. The bed was made, there was a gaming console and small TV on the side, and some old furniture. "So is molestation against the rules here, or just in the hallway?" he half-teased, pinching her on the hip.
 
Seranda smiled as she looked around. "Mmm... cozy. You're like a little mouse in here. I kinda like it."

Her eyes widened as her wrist flicked on it's own, a backhand aimed right towards his face after the pinch. It wasn't something she could help, and sadly, unless Jim was capable of some amazing reflexes, he was catching a healthy smack across the beak.
 
Jim was kind of smiling as they walked around, and hadn't really placed too much attention on the fact that his hand was touching her hip. It was more of an unintentional, playful gesture. So he wasn't prepared at all for the whack across the cheek. "Damn, Seranda," he gasped after the loud thwacking sound reverberated through the room, hand up to his red cheek. "What the hell?"
 
She turned towards him, her expression absolutely stunned. "Oh crap, I'm sorry Jim." She reached over and hoped it wouldn't leave a mark, no way she'd know that now. It would take time before something shows.

"Jim I'm so sorry, so many people touch me when I don't want them to, it was all defensive. Shit, I feel terrible. It doesn't sting does it?"
 
Jim laughed, not sure what else to do. "Ahh, that's okay," he agreed. "Nothing a little hard liquor won't make me forget about." Turning back to the door, he headed out towards the hallway. "I'd hate to see what would have happened if it was your ass, and not your hip," he wondered out loud. "Come on, sit out here in the kitchen for a minute. Are you hungry?"
 
"No, no I'm not hungry... I feel so bad though... oww... it's started to blush... I feel so bad..." She repeated in a sad voice. "I'll make it up to you, sometime, somewhere, somehow, I promise. I have to ask you a question though. What's on your computer? Are you planning to have a book published?"
 
Jim took a break from holding his face when she mentioned his writing. He forgot about his pain for the time being, and started to flush, not from being slapped on the face, but from embarrassment.

"Um, my computer?" he repeated, almost completely sure he knew what she was talking about. "Were you.... reading something when you were waiting for me at my desk today?"
 
She slowly walked back to where she dropped her folders and paperwork. "Well... yeah. You left it on, I checked e-mails and saw something minimized. I think it was untitled... but it had a lot of writing on it. So I printed... what, eight pages?" She held the folder and brought it over to him. "What's it about? Are you an author? Why didn't you tell me about it? I know a few people at a publishing company..."
 
Jim kept blushing at this revelation. Not only did she see it, she printed it out? Wow. "Um, I wasn't planning on getting published. I just like writing stories for kicks," he explained. "Some guys like porn, I bet half the guys at work have some on their computer. Me, I like stories instead," he explained. "You don't think it was to the level of being published, do you?" he asked tentatively.
 
"I only managed to read a couple of lines. It was pretty well written. I couldn't help but read, "The gorgeous white woman with the streaming, blaring red hair." She said, looking over one of the sheets she printed. "Where does this take place... and she wears glasses... green eyes. Hmm... I'm really starting to question the origin of your character creation."
 
Jim couldn't help but chuckle when she recited his writing. It wasn't as if he'd tried too hard to conceal his character inspiration, after all. "What?" he objected. "I used my vast imagination to come up with that character. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Didn't you read that disclaimer at the beginning? Or did I forget to put it in?"
 
"I don't know... it seems very detailed to me... and this character sounds, and even feels like it's me. Are you writing pornographic stories about me? Is this what you go to work to do Jim?" She held the several pages in her hand, shaking them a little. "You waste my time, paper, and ink doing this crap?"
 
He couldn't believe that she was shaking the papers at him. "You.. you printed them out?" he asked incredulously. "Um, I wasn't the one who put it on paper and ink," he said defensively, before realizing that argument was a little silly. "But I must have been doing something good with my time, if I came up for promotion," Jim added. "If I have a few extra minutes, what harm is it?"
 
"I did print them out. You're right about that. But why would you write such things about me on your computer? Isn't that just slightly creepy? I mean, sure, some of these things are really erotic and cute and all, but what if I never found out about them? You should have a pair and make these things happen instead. Then you could be writing something based on a true story. Doesn't that add value? I'm pretty convinced that this means that you've been writing terrible things about me on your computer... what if an auditor, or even a member of the board comes into our building and searches the computer of my director of operations? It's very common." She closed her eyes. "Maybe I should have smacked you after all..." She put the papers back in the folder. "I mean, worst come to worst... you could have asked me..."
 
Jim shifted his feet around and stepped a little closer to Seranda. "Well, maybe I did want to do those things," he admitted. "But you haven't exactly been the most approachable woman in the world in the past," he reminded her. "Maybe I was half afraid to get shot, cigarette-burned, or something worse. Shouldn't you take some pride in the fact that you give me that kind of inspiration, despite the way you act half the time?"

He plopped down on his bed next, hands on his knees. "And don't give me the member of the board bullshit," he shot back next, looking her in the eye with a confident grin. "Because if they wanted to search the director's office, they'd find booze and firearms, and who knows what else. So don't preach. If you want to make those things happen, here I am. Let's go for it," he challenged her, patting his own chest. "I'm serious. I'm here, a bed's here. Let's make it a true story."
 
She frowned at first, "I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, I do like men, and I can be swayed. I won't say easily, but it's possible. I wouldn't hurt someone for asking me something of the sort. Maybe I'd reject them, maybe I'd reject them hard... but I wouldn't hurt them." She crossed her arms watching him get onto the bed.

"You'll need a harder approach than that to get in my skirt. You are my point of interest at the moment, but it doesn't mean that I'm addicted to you or can't find someone else to have fun with. I'm also the type of girl who likes to kiss before she fucks. So, maybe coming here wasn't such a great idea after all. As far as the board members and auditors... there are two very big differences between you and me. One, being me. My body, the way I handle myself. Two, my luck. I was born into the business... and can do whatever I want. You can't. It's as simple as that. Now, come here, and kiss me, I want to leave now."
 
Jim hadn't anticipated her leaving now. She was really tough to figure out. In fact, he usually wasn't one to just fuck, but he thought that she was that type of girl, from how she'd put herself out there so far. Now she was saying she was some kind of good girl. "I can take rejection," he asserted. "Anything lacking on my part isn't for fear of being rejected," he told her. "But I'm not big on getting screwed around with. Not that I'm saying that's what you're doing."

He slid over to her and leaned in, taking a chance and giving her a soft kiss right on her plump lips. "But if you have to go, you have to go. Sure you don't want to have a drink first and hang around a little while?"
 
Seranda's eyes closed for just a moment and before she knew it that feel was over. He had balls. But for a few days already, they had been hinting interest. Shit, he saw her home, her father, her bedroom. This idiot was writing perverted stories about her, and it creeped her out. Yet she didn't want anything about these things to change. She knew men, she couldn't fall for him, but that didn't mean they couldn't have fun. But what about the office? What if he took pictures of her or video taped her. What if he had it planned? What if he hosted it online, or sent it to friends for money? She didn't remember him having friends. She bought him a gun, they had something going, shit, it was so confusing.

She wanted to rip his clothes off, along with his eyes. No one had ever stolen a kiss from her, she talked big in the office, she even let Warson touch her in front of him. She needed to back herself up, but this guy was being honest. Foolish, but honest. She liked that.

Her eyes opened to see him, he was acting so normal about it. She had to remain cool, despite her urge to hurt him, and perhaps remove her own clothes. She sucked her lower lip inside her mouth. "Alright... you drove me here, so I should at least work with you..." She said quietly, she didn't get a good taste. This asshole just teased her in one of the worst ways, and it seemed he meant no harm.
 
Jim had felt something when he kissed her, and he wanted more. But he wasn't going to push it with her. "Come on," he encouraged her. "Come sit up at the counter and have some vodka," he offered with a grin. It was the hardest thing he'd done in a long time, but he didn't want to pressure her into a one-night stand and have things be awkward in the office.
 
Seranda exhaled slowly and walked over to the counter, sitting down and waiting of him to serve. "I was kinda hoping, we'd play video games, or... watch a movie together or something before doing anything else. You know..."
 
Jim smiled at her. He didn't mind doing those things, of course. "Sure," he agreed. "I just thought you'd want to drink a little and decompress after the long week." He poured them each a shot of vodka and sat down next to her, tilting his glass back. "I'll play some games. Let's do that. I was just trying to get you not to leave, to be honest."
 
Seranda wanted him so incredibly bad. She took her shot and handled it expertly. She kept her eyes closed to try to keep herself from removing her own clothing. "I'd much rather play shove the dick in the mouth..." She said quietly. "Alright. What games do you have?"
 
Jim wasn't sure how to respond to her last comment. A second ago she wanted to leave, and now she wanted to play that game? "Hmm, what games that you might like?" he wondered aloud. "I have Call of Duty, Metal Gear Solid, what else...?" He turned his chair to face her and topped off her shot glass. "I dunno, Resident Evil 5," he continued. "Although I dooo have shove the dick in the mouth," he finally added with a laugh.
 
Seranda chuckled. "A few more shots like these and you won't really have much of a choice..." She said, smiling before downing some more of the liquor. "Tell me something... Seriously... something... really dirty. Like... Oh god... I can't believe you said that dirty. I'm starting to get loose now, and I hope you won't regret what you're getting yourself into. Whatever happens, we should probably keep it clear from the office." She wanted to pour herself more, but perhaps she was already in her happy zone. Moments like these were notoriously ruined by over-drinking. Vomitting, passing out, stomach aches, it was all available if she didn't handle herself properly. That meant Jim's cock would likely go nowhere close to her. Unless he was just sick.
 
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