Warning:
this is a cheating/netorare/cuckold story. If that is not your cup of tea then I urge you to stop reading.
This is a direct sequel of part 1 and the story is based on the The Office : Money - Season 4 episode 7. If you just want context, you can search "Jim and Pam Stay at Schrute Farms" in youtube.
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To Ryan's dismay, Jim stuck to Pam like leech after their bathroom encounter.
Ryan never found himself alone with the sexy receptionist since then. Although it wasn't for lack of trying, as he found himself becoming more and more frustrated as he tried every means to get Pam by herself.
It got to a point where Ryan also got infuriated at Pam as well, she had made no attempt to excuse herself from Jim. In fact, he even thought that she had actually forgotten about their little encounter as she never even so much as glanced in his direction since then.
Unfortunately, Ryan's time at the Scranton Branch quickly came to an end when the New York Headquarters called and asked him to attend a meeting the very next day.
Teeth clenched, Ryan drove to New York. Frustrated that he didn't get the opportunity to fuck the secretly slutty receptionist.
Suddenly, Ryan remembered something and he knew all is not lost yet. He had given everyone at the Scranton Branch a Blackberry to show off his new found status and wealth. Now it is just a matter of finding out Pam's contact number in the New York headquarters.
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A few days later, Jim was curiously eavesdropping to Dwight as he talked on the phone. At first, Jim thought Dwight was doing his usual sales pitch, but it quickly became clear that Dwight was not selling Dunder Mifflin products.
How could he? Dwight was talking about bed sizes and Dunder Mifflin is a PAPER selling company.
With narrowed eyes, Jim stared as Dwight set down the phone. "Are you running a bed and breakfast?"
"No." said Dwight simply.
Jim relentlessly prodded Dwight with questions but Dwight wasn't rising to the bait. He gave Jim one word answers and refused to elaborate.
"Does the Department of Health know about this?" asked Jim, clearly enjoying making Dwight uncomfortable with his questions.
"I AM not telling you anything," said Dwight. He pointedly looked at the camera crew, "Permits are pending."
Jim grinned as Dwight's phone rang again. Relieved to have a reason to not listen to Jim, Dwight immediately picked it up.
It was a mistake.
"Dwight Schrute, Dunder Mifflin."
"How many per room?" asked Pam.
Dwight raised the phone and stared at Pam at the reception desk. "This is a misuse of company phone!"
"It says here you cater to the elderly?" Pam continued, ignoring Dwight's protests.
"Where did you read that?" asked Dwight incredulously.
"Trip Advisor..."
Blood drained from Dwight's face, he froze.
After a few seconds of contemplative silence, Dwight relented. He cannot ignore their questions any longer. Jim had won yet again. Antagonizing the couple further might prompt them to give him a negative review in Trip Advisor. That would mark the end of his flourishing bed and breakfast.
Dwight would later tell the camera crew that he had no choice as TripAdvisor was the lifeblood of the agro-tourism industry.
With a heavy heart, Dwight accepted them as guests at his farm for one night.
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On the way to Schrute Farm, Jim and Pam were making jokes on what they expect to happen. It was a clear attempt to make light of the situation they put themselves in since, in truth, they were quite nervous.
They had good reason to be nervous. It was no secret that Dwight was a little eccentric. He was man known for being hardnosed, ambitious, cutthroat and, maybe, a little psychotic. It's little comfort to Jim that he thought Dwight to be the harmless kind of a psychopath.
So it was a pleasant surprise to Pam and Jim that they had enjoyed their stay at the Schrute Farm so far.
In fact, the weirdest thing that happened during their stay was at the beginning. When Jim and Pam freaked out as Mose, Dwight's never-before-mentioned cousin, ran alongside their car like a serial killer in a slasher flick.
After that incident, if you don't count the unusual overabundance of beets in the house, nothing unusual happened.
Fearful of a negative review in TripAdvisor, Dwight became an amazing B&B proprietor. He was very welcoming and hospitable. He even agreed to read them a bed time story after much prompting from Jim and Pam.
Jim specially looked forward to the bed time story... and soon, so will Pam.
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Several hours past, it was a specially scorching hot mid-afternoon.
Pam was being taught by Dwight and Mose how to plant and grow beets while the camera crew asked Jim for an interview regarding their experiences so far.
Determined to make their stay an unforgettable experience, Pam forced herself to be interested about beets. Even when Dwight brought out a wheelbarrow full manure, she tried her best to be enthusiastic.
Suddenly, Mose started a snowball fight with Dwight. Only instead of snow, they were throwing handfuls of manure. Pam was doing an amazing job of not showing disgust when she felt the blackberry phone in her pocket vibrate.
Pam took out the blackberry and checked her messages.
It was Ryan Howard.
Pam? You busy?
What do you want? I'm here with Jim at Dwight's farm.
I want you. Also when did you guys get that close to Dwight?
Pam nervously looked around. Dwight was furiously running after Mose, both of their shirts splattered with manure while Jim was currently busy giving an interview to the camera crew.
"You know I just realized, this is Pam's and my first night away together. I used to play it over my head and... uh... it was just a little bit different. Maybe a nice hotel or a romantic dinner," Pam heard Jim tell the camera crew.
She quickly made a reply to Ryan.
I can't. Not right now.
Why not?
I told you I'm with Jim.
Up to you. I'm on my way to a hotel in Scranton. I told Michael to have a presentation tomorrow. I'll send you my hotel number if ever you change your mind.
"There's some wine, but wine that wasn't made out of beets. I didn't think Dwight would be involved at all and... uh... I always imagined less manure. I mean some manure... just less," Pam heard Jim finish the interview.
After memorizing the hotel room number Ryan will be staying at, she quickly deleted the text messages before putting the blackberry back at her pocket.
