It was a normal afternoon at the Dunder Mifflin office in New York, workers typing on their computers, taking calls, going through their routine. Something wasn't usual though as strange noises could be heard coming from the office of regional manager Ryan Howard. Indeed, the office in question was currently the theater of obscene activities that didn't belong in a professional office.
Pam Beesly was lying naked on the couch with Ryan kneeling on the carpet in front of her with his head between her legs.
"OH GOD! Please Ryan, please let me come." Pam's breathy plea filled the room, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
Ryan's tongue darted out, swirling around her clit with precision. He let out a wicked chuckle before taking the sensitive nub between his lips and sucking hard.
Pam's back arched as a scream tore from her throat. She threaded her fingers through his dark hair, pulling him closer as her orgasm washed over her.
Ryan didn't stop, his tongue persistently lapping at her sensitive folds while her cries filled the room, lapping her essence like a thirsty man in the desert.
Pam's body was still pulsing with pleasure as Ryan finally eased his tongue from her swollen flesh. She lay there, half drunk with the intensity of the ecstasy that had just consumed her. He stood and crawled up, his body hovering over hers as they locked eyes.
Pam couldn't believe that she had let it happen again, her mind remembering the last weeks and how it came to that.
After her initial encounter in Ryan's office, Pam has spent the week struggling, wondering if she should tell the truth to Jim. But she couldn't, she couldn't break his heart and take the risk of losing him. She couldn't tell to anyone in the office or she would be seen as the slut who slept with her boss. So she took the only choice and decided to forever lock this secret deep inside her.
With Jim things were difficult at the beginning, she couldn't look into his eyes without feeling guilt, she came up with excuses to not be with him outside of work.
It was putting a strain on their relationship so she made an effort and tried to be the best girlfriend possible, they went on dates, laughed together, and played jokes on Dwight. For a while, it felt like everybody was back to normal so she let him stay at her apartment one night, they hadn't slept together in three weeks and Jim was asking questions.
It felt like a perfect night, laughs leading to romance leading to passion. She led him to her bed and they undressed each other. Jim was a great lover always attentive to her needs, at a moment he went down on her, and Pam was moaning, taking great pleasure. But then flashbacks came to Pam and she began imagining a different face between her legs.
It wasn't Jim pleasuring her; it was Ryan, Ryan Howard. She tried to fight it, to focus on Jim but the wetness between her legs was telling a different story. Finally, she brought him back asking him to make love to her. She tried staying in the moment, looking into his eyes as he pushed into her but every time she closed her eyes it was another man's fingers pressing into her flesh, it was another coke hitting her deep inside and when she came she had to bite her tongue to not scream the wrong name.
When it came to Ryan she hadn't seen him in person since their transgression, the first time she heard him on the phone she got scared of what he was going to say but he just talked to her normally and asked for Michael. The next days were the same, when she had him it was a professional exchange between a manager and a receptionist but then things began to change. When he called he would end their conversation with a "I need you" or "I miss you." At first, she ignored it, attributing it to nothing more than Ryan's teasing, a way of pushing her buttons.
But soon she began to feel pressured more and more, the teasing turning into harassment, the trap closing around her.
One day Michael called her to his office, "Pam, Ryan, and I were talking about you"
"Really, why?" she felt panic growing in her thinking of what Ryan could have said.
"He thinks you would be perfect for a new position?"
" Which position?"
"He has a great idea, creating a liaison officer between every branch and the main office, instead of him coming here you would be the one going to New York twice or thrice a month. You would work together going over our numbers and performances."
"I don't know Michael, who would take care of the reception?"
"Don't worry Pam, it's just a few days in the month, we'll survive, and I didn't tell you the best, it comes with a nice increase in your salary. Money, Money!"
"That sounds... great, can I take the time to think about it?"
"Sure, call Ryan when you decide."
Pam went back to her desk with a million thoughts going through her head. A new job and more money in exchange for spending hours locked in an office with him where, knowing him, work would be the last thing on his mind. The bastard was literally trying to buy her off in exchange for sex like a cheap prostitute.
She spent all night turning in her bed thinking of what she should do, she had a lot of fantasies where she slapped Ryan or threw objects at him telling him what a worthless sick piece of shit he was. Others where she strangled him and a confusing dream where she strangled him while fucking him to death.
After another day of mulling over it in quiet anger, she chose what was possibly the worst idea and confronted him directly. She took a day off work, jumped in her car, made sure he would be here at lunchtime, and barged through the New York office ready to kill him.
Ryan saw a fury enter screaming at him, "I told you to leave me alone! Who do you think you are trying to buy me off, I'm not a cheap whore!"
All she got in return was Ryan's smug smile, "First, let's not give any wandering employee a spectacle" he said walking to the door to close and lock it. "Secondly, good morning to you Pam, how are you?" Ryan's voice was dripping with mock politeness, causing Pam's blood to boil.
She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "I'm fine, but I won't be if you keep harassing me."
Ryan chuckled, leaning back against his desk. "Harassing you? I don't think so. I'm simply offering you a great opportunity, one that will benefit both of us."
Pam crossed her arms, still seething. " Benefith both of us? You mean I take the money and you have sex in exchange? I'm not your whore."
"Better salary and an opportunity to be more than a receptionist, it is a great offer for you Pam. As for sex I never said anything about that, you're the one bringing it up" he said mocking her by pretending to be shocked.
Pam's anger bubbled over. "We both know that's exactly what you want Ryan, and you're not going to get it." she pointed her finger menacingly toward his chest, "We agreed it was a one-time thing so stop calling me, stop texting me, leave Jim ad I alone forever."
She accompanied every word with a punch to his chest until they reached his couch, Ryan letting himself fall backward on it
"I hear you Pam but I just don't believe you."
"What does that even mean?"
"You say you want me to leave you alone but you choose an hour when there's nobody around to hear us."
"So that nobody would know about what happened between us" she said defensively
"Sure, but in this case.." he surprised her by pulling her by the arm, making her fall on his knees, their mouths close to each other, "Why this skirt showing your gorgeous legs" he said his hand caressing her legs, " Why this shirt showing more skin than usually," he said his hand pushing it just enough to show some of her bra, "And a much more fancy underwear than normal"
Pam was holding her breath, her defense crumbling, "And finally why did you put this makeup and lipstick when you don't wear any of it at the office" he said his thumb tracing the outlines of her lips that she opened in reflexe.
