"So I got this total bimbo back to my place and then she decides she wants to talk," came a vulgar voice followed by an obnoxious laugh. "And I told her 'sweetie there's only one thing I want your mouth doing right now and it ain't talking'."
Another round of obnoxious laughter roared from Michael's office.
"Only the Pack-man!" Michael loudly exclaimed as the irritating duo kept disrupting the entire office with their antics.
Pam Beesly hated Todd Packer. Pam especially hated when he showed up on days when the cameras weren't there. He didn't even bother to attempt to reign himself in on those days. It didn't help that Michael cranked his own obnoxiousness and innappropriacity (as he would call it) up to eleven in a pathetic attempt to impress Packer.
It had gotten even worse since Jim left. He hated Packer more than anyone and usually found a way to leave the office whenever the traveling salesman made an appearance. The best part was that he always found a way to give Pam an escape as well. Those days usually wound up being some of the most fun she had all month but that was before things...well before...before they changed.
Now Jim was gone and Pam had become a shell of herself. Quiet, withdrawn, and delicate were her most accurate descriptors these days.
She just hoped Michael and Packer would somehow leave her alone that day. She didn't like her chances as the office was practically empty. Even Dwight was out on a sales call. Dwight who had become probably the closest thing Pam had to an ally in the office. He had been treating her with a bit more kindness since Jim had left and had been known to send Packer packing before.
Pam sighed quietly and tried to focus on her computer screen. She couldn't even hide out in the bathroom or break room as she somehow actually had some work to do. And not some random task of Michael's.
She managed to click the mouse a couple of times before losing focus once again. Her thoughts turned to feeling sorry for herself as they usually did since casino night. She hated herself for what a coward she had been. Meek little Pam...never standing up for herself. Never being assertive. Too content with the status quo.
Another loud burst of raucous laughter filled the air and her attention turned back to what Packer was loudly explaining to Michael.
"So I was totally railing this chick from behind, really taking her to pound town and she's just loving it. Submissive as fuck."
"Oh yeah Packer!!"
"Let's just say by the end of the night she was a total mess. Let me do whatever I wanted."
Pam was about to roll her eyes at the vulgar idiocy spewing from Michael's office when something stopped her. A thought that nearly made her hate herself even more than she already did for her cowardice.
"Maybe I'll let Packer fuck me."
She tried to let the thought pass. Did her best to write it off as a result of low blood sugar and lack of caffeine. Frustratingly however it seemed to take hold in her lonely mind.
"What if I did let Packer fuck me?"
The thought sent an odd mix of nausea and curiosity through Pam's mind. She absolutely hated the guy, but unless all his stories about fucking women were total bullshit he must be good at it. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably.
"You can't let Packer fuck you Pam."
Her own proverbial angel on the shoulder had finally shown up. They were right of course. She couldn't let Packer fuck her. He'd brag about it to anyone who would listen and his every visit to the office would be even more hellish.
"No one would ever believe him. And it's been so long..."
The devil on her other shoulder chimed back in. She hadn't even come close to sex since breaking up with Roy. And it wasn't like their sex life had been anything impressive. It tended to be over quickly and Pam usually had to get herself off afterwards.
"He'd treat you like an object Pam. Does anything he's saying in there sound appealing to you?"
The angel was right of course. Sure she liked sex, but her intense shyness and inability to ask for what she wanted led to a very repressed sex life. She had no idea what anything beyond a position or two and an occasional blowjob on special occasions was even like.
