This is set in the TV show The Office. This story focuses on the characters Pam and Michael.
The set up for these stories may be ridiculous, so if super realism is your thing, I apologize.
Thank you BDD for editing and support.
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Michael Scott is the office idiot; he is also the boss of the Scranton branch of Dunder-Mifflin. Today he had hit a new low, even for him. He had managed to burn his foot in a George Foreman grill, much to the bewilderment and amusement of his employees. He was treating it like a major injury, and acted like he was handicapped.
Asking them to pamper him, but also trying to act like he was working through the injury with dignity. He had resisted their attempts to have him go home, and was currently resting in the conference room. He had been there for several hours making idiotic requests, most of which were ignored or passed along.
"Pam... Pam... Pam!" Michael was heard screaming through the conference room to his receptionist Pam.
"Oh, God." Pam Beesley moaned to herself, already annoyed by Michael today and whatever his request, it would just be more annoying. "What?" She finally relented and replied when he called her on the phone from the room a few feet away.
"Come here, please." Michael moaned, acting almost as if he was in agony, and she could see him staring at her from the couch he was lying on.
"Tell me before I come there." She answered hoping to find a way out of it.
"I want you to bring some aloe cream in here and tell me where to put it." Michael said, which was basically a flat out lie, he just needed something to get her in here. As he had, for once, actually come up with a good idea and was planning to properly utilize his "injury".
"No." Pam replied simply, trying to have as little of an argument as possible. Always one to shy away from confrontation and problems Pam was more submissive by nature and saying no was about as much as she could muster most of the time. Sometimes even that was too much for her to stomach.
"Pam, please." Michael said, a tone of begging in his voice, which always worked on Pam. This time was no different as eventually she relented, heading towards the conference room, not noticing that quite a few eyes of the office staff were on her now.
The navy blue semi-tight skirt with a striped light blue button down blouse and blue cardigan she had on accentuated her ample bosom, hiding enough so she could look innocent but sexy at the same time. Her ass couldn't truly be contained, busting out of the skirt and attracting all eyes when she walked around the office.
Her brunette hair curved around her face, showcasing her pretty features. Tailing down to her shoulders, it was well kept and fairly low key. Pam was aware that she was pretty but was mostly in denial about how sexy she is. Her busty attributes and sexy features combined with her innocent demeanor, led to her appeal.
She grabbed what Michael wanted and headed to the conference room. Michael was laying on the bed, his leg propped up, the ridiculous bubble wrap he had put over his injury had been taken off. While it looked red and slightly damaged Pam definitely didn't think he was really burned. Michael knew he wasn't really burned, it stung a bit but not too bad.
"Would you mind shutting the door please?" Michael asked of her when she walked in, she did so without thinking much about it automatically locking behind her.
Pam was still a bit confused about his request, wouldn't he just put the aloe right on the burn? Michael was far less confused. He had gotten what he wanted, now he just had to play things right.
"I don't really think you need help figuring out where the aloe goes..." Pam said as she turned back to him, her voice trailing off as she registered what she was seeing.
Michael was sitting, facing her with his pants off and flung elsewhere, along with his underwear. His naked cock was exposed and hard, and Pam had no idea what to do or say.
"I really needed your help with something else," Michael started to explain. "You see I am in some pain elsewhere." He continued gesturing down.
"And since you are the main cause of it," he said with a wink. "It is only fair I think that you fix it." Michael said finishing by gesturing to her.
Pam eyes had never been bigger in her life, and her mind was awash with thoughts. That being said, staring down at his cock was stirring up other feelings as well. It had been a while for her, and his cock was the type she liked, average length but thick as hell.
She stammered an unintelligible reply, not sure of what to say or do. Michael knew he had to strike while the iron was hot so he acted quickly. He got up and moved over to her, taking her around the waist and slowly moving her over to the couch with him.
"I can't... I shouldn't..." Pam muttered her eyes still glued to his manhood.
He gently took one of her hands and moved it, without resistance, over to his cock and then opened it enough to grab hold. Pam didn't know what was coming over her but she did what he wanted her to. He took his hand off and let her take control for now, letting her start by slowly jerking him off.
As her hand was stroking his shaft a horrifying thought suddenly occurred to Pan, the blinds to the conference room were open. Not fully but definitely enough so someone could see in if they tried to. Luckily her body would be blocking the view, unless they were sitting at her desk, she glanced back to check. Doing so made her certain no one had seen what was occurring and she breathed a sigh of relief. Without saying a word, she took her hand off his cock and got up to shut the blinds, silencing his complaints before he started.
Without thinking of leaving she went right back to him and started to once again slowly let her hand slide up and down his cock. Michael was letting her do so without saying a word, wanting this to be as much about her letting herself do it as possible. Pam had to admit she was enjoying herself somewhat as well, when pre-cum started to spill onto her hands. Even with the situation being what it was, there were definitely elements that appealed to her.
Being put into a sexual situation where she wasn't in control, where she was being told what to do, had always been something she enjoyed. Although this was something she kept to herself, always cherishing the situations, but being too shy to push for them again. This was one of the reasons she found herself dating some of the men she did.
Now to have someone in power push her to this, with people right outside - her coworkers - was incredibly arousing for her. Not that she was letting Michael know, her staring away and not saying a word conveyed something entirely different. Michael liked what he felt but knew he wanted more and was too impatient to wait.
"That's good but I need a bit more," Michael said, noticing quickly the confused look on Pam's face as she didn't understand what he meant. At this point she had mostly accepted the situation, even ignoring the thrills she was feeling, she felt she was committed at this point.
"I need you to suck it," Michael said, mustering all the commanding tone that he could. Pam nodded mutely before gently pulling one hand away and letting the other rest at the bottom of his shaft. Her head moved down as well, until she was at eye level with h and then she darted forward her tongue gently poking out.
She slid her tongue up and down his shaft, dragging it along with occasional little flicks. She had always loved blowjobs; the feeling, taste, and the way she brought such happiness with such a simple task. She licked until she felt she had touched and tasted it all, before sliding her tongue and mouth up until she was just over the head. Without any prompting she put her mouth around it and slowly started to swallow his cock.