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Post by Gage Mason on Feb 12, 2008 23:17:48 GMT -5
Gage was, once again, sitting behind Vera's desk. A place he'd taken a liking to lately. Apparently, being staff, you definitely didn't get much action. Apparently it was awkward or something. Sleeping with a staff member. Whatever it was--it left him alone a lot with himself. And his hand. In Vera's office.
How nice.
So what was he doing now? Well--not what you might think. Perverts.
Actually, right now, he was trying to figure out the damn zipper on his jeans which had decided to take a shit apparently and split out and was now stuck.
He was working furiously on it, paying no mind to anything else since the room was otherwise empty, making little, low grunts of frustration. This was just ridiculous. Stupid fcuking jeans.
A small whine actually came out of him a moment later when he managed to move it a little--but caught his finger in the process. Now that just just fcuking unfair. Not to mention, it didn't help since the zipper seemed to be a piece of shit that would zip neither up nor down. It just stayed split wide open.
"Fcuk," he muttered quietly, closing his eyes for a second. This was just getting fcuking ridiculous. What the hell was he supposed to do with this shit? Where was his wand--duh, he did sort of have this magical ability. He could probably fix it with that. But no--he had to be as stubborn as a damn mule and fix it on his own. Because this was stupid.
Oh--and did we mention the picture of Vera that was now sitting front and center on her desk? The one he'd been looking at before his damn zipper had taken a shit?
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Post by Vera Lynne Heaton on Feb 12, 2008 23:26:59 GMT -5
Vera entered her room silently, as she usually did, and smirked when she saw her teaching assistant sitting in her desk, looking rather....busy. She arched an eyebrow and stood in the doorway, craning her neck with a smile to try to see what exactly he was doing. It was difficult to believe otherwise, but he seemed to be quite frustrated, and busying himself with .... well, himself.
He caught her attention with a little whine and grunt, and she slowly entered the room, sliding in along the wall. She had managed to get about three quarters of the way across the room before her shoe clicked, and she frowned. Her heels were the end of her, although they did make her legs look fantastic if she did say so herself.
She saw a familiar face lying on the desk--it was hers, of course. How very awkward. "Mr. Mason?" she asked, trying to constrain a smile herself, "Might I inquire into what in Merlin's name your doing?" It appeared to her that he was jacking himself off to a picture of her, but she still couldn't tell.
The rest of the distance to the desk was covered quickly, her fingers quickly latching onto the dark wood and leaning over a bit, but still not enough so that she could see him perfectly. Obnoxious.
((Crap, sorry.))
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Post by Gage Mason on Feb 13, 2008 0:06:28 GMT -5
Certainly if he had noticed someone else enter the room he would've ceased his childish noises and his attempt on his zipper. Because Gage knew how he looked right now. Probably just about the same as he looked when he was actually in here jacking off. Which he'd totally done. Once. Or Twice. Twelve times tops. Or more.
God that was sad.
Of course, though, he had not noticed Vera enter this room on this particular day. Because for once--he wasn't doing something that he needed to watch for her for. But appearances were everything. That was something he'd never forgotten. A family motto if you will. If you look bad Gage--the Mason's look bad. Don't screw it up. Thanks dad. So endearing.
So when Gage heard the distinct click of his former professor's shoe--he immediately halted all noises and movement. Which was probably a bad idea, in retrospect, since that made him look even more guilty of this sin he was--for once--not committing. It was a sin wasn't it? He'd heard somewhere that God killed a kitten everytime you jacked off. Well that couldn't be true. Cats would be extinct would they not?
Not the point right now.
"Mr. Mason? Might I inquire into what in Merlin's name you're doing?" Gage knew he was failing considerably right now. When someone asks you what you're doing in a situation like this--the FIRST answer out of your mouth should be It's not what it looks like. Followed closely by an explination explaining why you are being viewed in such an awkward position. For Gage, however, it appeared words weren't making an appearance just yet.
What was he doing. Well what was the technical term for this? Was there any term for this? Zipper stuckage? That just sounded asinine. As did anything else he could come up with.
And this long pause was starting to get slightly awkward.
"What?" Now he'd forgotten what he was even supposed to be saying. But with the way she was bending over--or rather, trying to bend over--and looking--he figured it out relatively fast. "OH--right--this--ohh pro--Vera this isn't what... it looks like. I'm not--" he motioned to the crotch of his pants and then his hand and shook his head emphatically as though she would magically know exactly what he was saying by this "--this isn't at all what you're thinking."
Although what she was thinking had happened too. Right here. As we've already covered.
Gage knew that right about now--he was fcuked. And not in that fun literal sense of the meaning that he'd been hoping for since he'd started in this God damn position either. No, he was fcuked in that figurative sense of the word that sucked hardcore. And not sucked in the--you get it.
"I'm not jackin' it dude," he finally blurted out. Bluntly. A momentary look of surprise even crossed his face at that one but soon after, he shrugged. It was true. He wasn't. "My zipper decided to take a fcukin' shit. And I was trying to fix it. Little pervy today Vera? Hoping to catch a show peering over like that?" He grinned.
That was something he would've never said as her student. Because Vera Heaton was a scarey bitch. But now--he rarely held back what he wanted to say. Even though he was oftentimes scared for his manhood when he did so.
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Post by Vera Lynne Heaton on Feb 13, 2008 18:23:01 GMT -5
Vera smirked, watching his reaction. It as humorous, to say the least, and his apparent discomfort gave rise to a perverse, mirthful feeling within her. That was one of those habits that she had to get out of--the ones where she took joy in other people's misfortunes, embarrassments and oftentimes their discomfort.
And Gage most certainly looked very, very uncomfortable.
She leaned over further, locking her elbows and letting her shoulder blades relax and slide back as she closed in on the space between her and her assistant, hoping to make the situation even more tense. She thrived on awkwardness, terror and discomfort in others. It was just a side effect of her rearing, and it really wasn't a very becoming trait to possess.
But, of course, that mattered very, very little to her.
"And who, exactly, is going to judge me, Mr. Mason? Certainly not you, I should hope. I do not think that you are in a position where your opinion is entirely viable at present; you are quite vulnerable, and your well being is, generally, in my hands. Is it not?" She smirked a bit, staring unprudently into his eyes, then down at his crotch.
"And, in addition, it generally is not a good habit to try to explain one's self by pointing at one's crotch. You no longer have any grounds for calling me perverted when you are the one who is making lascivious motions toward his crotch, and has just been caught in a very, very dangerous situation."
She said it as though it was a fact, but really she was just pulling things out of her ass. But she could make herself sound convincing, and that was her intention entirely.
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