Working Hard At Hardly Working

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She’d been giving him steamy looks ever since he’d started working there, but his job had taken priority over flirtation; Bartowski was always there needing to be looked after since John didn’t even trust him not to flush himself down the toilet by accident. Today, however, the moron was in the care of Agent Walker since he’d apparently given himself food poisoning… it was probably that damn “Sizzling Shrimp” he was always practically jacking off to. John looked over at the Nerd Herd desk thoughtfully and caught Anna watching him – had she really told Chuck that he’d offered to kill Tang for her?

Setting down his order gun, he sauntered over and offered up the oldest line in the book. “Working hard?”

Anna smiled and twirled one lock of hair around her finger as she looked him up and down leisurely. “I could work something hard.”

“My mother always told me not to get my honey where I got my money,” he smirked.

“What did she say about fucking in the employee break room?”

Hell, yeah. “I believe she said that it was an excellent idea and should happen in ten minutes.”

“The new rules say it’s forbidden,” she dared him.

“What’s that saying about rules being made to be broken?”

Anna wet her lips suggestively. “See you there.”

The ten minutes he spent waiting for his break were the longest of his life – every time he glanced over at her she was staring at him and sucking on the end of her pen while Lester and Morgan made unnecessary trips around the desk so that they could stare at her. Finally the hand on his watch moved into position after he’d spent the entire time imagining the positions he’d get her into, and John grinned as he caught sight of her walking away from the help desk. Why had he ever thought working here might be a bad idea?

A cashier was eating a sandwich when he came in; without looking John grabbed the kid’s chair and pulled him outside, slamming the break room door and fitting another chair just beneath the doorknob before striding forward to where Anna was waiting. “You change your mind?”

“You have protection?” John pulled a condom out of his back pocket – it paid to always be ready for anything – and showed it to her. “Magnum, huh?”

She tilted her head up to him in permission and he closed the distance between them with one stride, setting her atop the table as she worked on his belt and opened his khakis. Slanting his mouth over hers (and vaguely wondering where else her mouth had been), John kissed her eagerly and tugged her shirt up so he could palm her breasts as she fisted his cock with the sort of expertise she couldn’t have gotten from playing video games. The doorknob jiggled as someone tried to get back inside the room, so he figured it was time to get on with it. Rolling on the condom quickly and bending his knees to line up with the much-shorter woman, John growled softly as Anna guided him into her and he pushed forward.

Anna’s hands slid up his shirt and her nails bit into his back as he began to slam into her, setting a rhythm that had both of them hissing through their teeth as their bodies connected. Whoever was outside began to pound on the door and Anna squeezed her eyes shut, plainly trying to concentrate on her own pleasure. John ground his teeth together in annoyance when the pounding continued and she gave a small sigh that told him that if they were going to continue he’d better think up a way to distract her, and fast.

Pulling out of her, he quickly knelt in front of the table and pulled her close to the edge before leaning in to get her off. Anna gasped something as John began to lick and suck at her folds, ignoring the faint aftertaste of latex – he had a mission and, by God, he was going to succeed. After a few seconds Anna started wriggling and sighing loudly, but he kept going until she was literally screaming behind the one hand she’d clamped over her own mouth. Finally he felt her legs start shaking and her thighs caught his head between them like a vise, but he managed to stand back up and shove back inside her. She bit down on his shoulder, probably gumming the fabric all to hell, as John started thrusting again. He could hear Tang’s upraised voice as the pounding on the door got even louder and more forceful, and he grinned at a sudden idea. Yeah, that’d piss him off for sure…but first he had something to take care of.

Pulling out nearly all the way and shoving back into the nerd girl’s pussy, he started fucking her so hard that the table was shaking. Anna clutched at him to keep from being knocked over as John steadily worked himself towards orgasm, and when it finally came he sheathed himself deep within her and groaned out his climax. “Fuck, yes…” John bent his head to kiss her, and renewed pounding and shouts made them break apart. “Damnit.”

He threw the condom into the trash and tucked himself back into his pants, eyeing his partner appreciatively as she rearranged her clothing and smiled up at him. “That was fun – oh, can I have that please?” Anna asked, intercepting his hand when he moved to toss the condom wrapper into the trash as well.

“Do I want to know why you’d like to keep that?” Maybe it was some strange nerd thing. His grin widened as she coolly produced a roll of tape from somewhere and bit off a piece to neatly fasten the wrapper to the front of Harry Tang’s locker. “Never mind.”


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“Open this door immediately, I don’t want to have to write you up,” Tang lied, kicking the still-closed door since using his fists didn’t seem to do any good.

“What’s going on here?” an angry voice asked, and he turned to see Big Mike standing there with his arms folded across his chest. “We’ve got customers who need help – help from you, since I’m supposed to be in my office on the phone to corporate.”

Tang’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, I can explain all this – I know Grimes is in there trying to take a lunch off the clock.”

Big Mike’s glare intensified, and he turned to point across the store to where Morgan Grimes himself was talking to a customer. “Open the door, Tang. The rest of you? Back to work unless you want me to manually clock each and every one of you out for an extra lunch break that you’re not getting paid for.” The small crowd dispersed immediately, and the manager turned back. “Open it.”

“But it’s jammed-”

“Open it!”

Despite knowing it wouldn’t open, he reached out and tried the handle… and the door opened immediately. Tang felt his eyes nearly pop right out of his head when he looked in to see an empty room. “But…”

Big Mike stopped him from going inside to peer inside the lockers. “Why don’t you work the Returns Desk for the rest of the afternoon?”

“But….”

“Now, Tang.”

He turned and started to stalk back to the front of the store, not noticing the man and woman who slipped out of the door behind him as he stopped. Glaring across the store at Morgan, Tang suddenly turned around and walked back to the break room. Grimes had something to do with it, I can feel it and I’m going to get proof. His ass is mine. If he so much as… he stopped in astonishment as his eyes landed on his locker and what was taped on the door, his hand reflexively stretching out to land on the break room table in order to hold himself up. “That definitely was not Grimes,” he assured himself, then snatched his hand back from the table surface as he realized what had been most likely been going on atop it.

Tang couldn’t keep himself from glancing into the trashcan to make absolutely certain that the newly posted break room rules had been violated in the manner he suspected, and dropped the lid back down with a crash when his suspicion was validated. Snatching up the wrapper and holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he marched into Big Mike’s office. “Sir? I have proof that someone has been fornicating in the break room.”

Big Mike looked up from his Danish and frowned. “At least someone’s getting some around here.”

“I want permission to fire whoever it was,” Tang insisted.

“If you can get someone to admit to it, be my guest…now go away.”

Big Mike returned to his pastry and Tang walked out of the office and up to the only man in the store who looked physically large enough to ‘fit’ in the size condom the wrapper had once held. “John!”

The other man looked up from scanning barcodes and favored him with an extremely unfriendly look. “What?” Tang began to doubt the wisdom of confronting a man five times his size as John towered over him.

“The…the, uh, new price guide is back in the office.”

“Thanks,” John said in a tone that suggested nothing of the sort. “Was that it?”

Tang drew in a deep breath. “One more thing… were you by any chance taking a break….earlier?”

“My lunch isn’t until three, remember? You made the schedule,” the big man reminded him with a frown. “Why do you want to know?”

“Oh, just checking.” Tang moved away from the intimidating man as fast as he can, keeping clear of the Nerd Herd counter where Anna was watching him with a strange look on her face.

He wondered if Buy More had any normal employees…

~fin~
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