The Office - the Job

My version of Season 3 - Episodes 24 & 25.

Fictional story about fictional characters.

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It seemed to Pam Beesley that her life had come full circle, a full 360 degrees, and that she was right back where she had started that day a few years earlier when she had been hired as the Receptionist at the Scranton, Pennsylvania branch of paper company Dunder-Miflin. In the meantime, she had been through many heart-wrenching and life-altering experiences; but in the end she was right back where she had started: no boyfriend, and no hope for advancement in the company. There might as well be a "Dead End" sign around her neck. She was trying desperately to maintain her normal effervescent demeanor, but there was no denying she was depressed.

That morning, her longtime crush (and now someone else's boyfriend), Jim Halpert had left for New York City for a promotion interview at the corporate headquarters. She was fairly certain that he would get the job because he was definitely the most qualified. Although they had never actually dated, Pam had finally come to the realization that Jim was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with...and now he was gone for good. From the first day he had started in the Scranton branch, there was an unmistakable chemistry between them. If she had not had Jim to joke with and confide in, the tedium of the Scranton office would have driven her mad. They especially liked to team up and play pranks on the Assistant to the Regional Manager (not an actual title), Dwight Schrute. Dwight was actually a fine paper salesman, but a real character in the true sense of the word.

When Jim came to Scranton, Pam was already dating a warehouse worker named Roy. She kept expecting him to announce their wedding date, but he kept putting it off. It had become a running joke in the office and the Regional Manager, Michael Scott had given her a "Dundie" award for "The Longest Engagement" at the last ceremony. Michael had invented the "Dundies" as a way to increase morale, but it was really just an excuse for a party. Finally, on a "Booze Cruise" office party, a drunken Roy had announced their wedding plans and Jim had kissed Pam, telling her that he loved her. She was, of course, stunned and told Jim she was committed to Roy (never saying she loved Roy); even though she knew that her heart actually belonged to Jim.

A brokenhearted Jim had immediately transferred to the Stamford branch and eventually began dating fellow salesperson Karen. Meanwhile, Pam became fed up with a constantly drunk and out of control boyfriend, and sent Roy packing. Months later when there was corporate downsizing and the Stamford and Scranton branches merged, Jim returned to Scranton. Pam had been overjoyed at the prospect of reuniting with the subject of her affection, but soon learned that he and Karen were a couple. Things were initially cool between them, but the temptation of playing more pranks on Dwight soon loosened Jim up and he and Pam resumed their friendship. Just a week ago, Dwight had come to work and found all his office supplies (pen, pencil cup, stapler, etc.) were for sale inside the office vending machine. The best part of the pranks was that Dwight could never prove that Jim was behind them.

Everything had culminated the day before when Michael had once again closed the office without authorization and taken the employees on a "beach day" picnic. The "beach" was actually the semi-sandy bank of a lazy river. At the picnic he had announced that the next day he, Jim and Karen would be going to New York for the promotion interviews. Confident that he would secure the position, Michael devised a series of contests to see who would be his successor in Scranton. He told everyone to just have fun, but instructed Pam, "I want you to keep detailed notes of everything that is said and done today."

To which she mumbled, "right...I never get to have any fun so why should today be any different." Of course the notes weren't really necessary because everything that went on in the office had been recorded for months by a film crew making a documentary. By the end of the day, Michael had appointed Dwight as his successor.

Jim had sought out Pam as she wandered by the riverbank and told her, "you know the reason I took the transfer to Stamford was because I couldn't stand to see you with Roy...I wanted to be anywhere but here. Even when I came back...I was not really...back."

"Well I wish you would," she confessed, "because I missed you, and the fun we used to have. Good luck tomorrow."

As soon as the trio left for New York the next morning, Dwight began to assert his reign over the office...he even started to paint Michael's (now his) office completely black. "Everyone will be intimidated by this color when they enter my domain," he declared, "also I will be installing video surveillance cameras in the office...there is already one in this room, but no one knows where it is." Wandering over to the reception desk, he whispered to Pam, "I would like you to be my Secret Assistant to the Regional Manager. I can sense there is resistance in the ranks to my power coup and I need a spy."

"I accept," Pam readily agrees and tells the documentary group when Dwight walks away, "Jim always told me to accept anytime Dwight asks me to be "secret" anything."

In New York, Michael is told by corporate executive David Wallace that he is actually interviewing for the job of his on again/off again girlfriend Jan, who is about to be fired. Michael recently resumed his relationship with Jan (who also works in the New York office) after admiring the results of her breast-enhancement procedure. Of course he immediately disobeys, tells Jan, and she storms into Wallace's office to make a scene. She grabs her breasts and demands, "it's because of these, isn't it."

Wallace corrects her, "Jan it's because your work has become nonexistent. You're never in the office and when you are, you're on the phone with Michael." She refuses to leave the office and is escorted off the property by Security. Wallace tells Michael that he will not be getting the promotion, but the position in Scranton is still his. Michael, of course, plays the chivalrous role and tells Jan that he refused the promotion because of the way she was treated.

Jim's interview proceeded flawlessly. David Wallace joked that, "I don't know how I would feel having a Sixers fan here. Jim you are clearly a very personable, competent guy who gets along with everybody."

To which Jim replied, "I'm sorry, is the question, "how did I get to be so awesome," I don't have an answer."

Wallace continues, "it's just a formality, but do you have you sales reports for the last quarter." Jim fumbles through his file, knowing that Pam had graciously copied them for him, and is stunned when a small gold-foil yogurt lid falls out with a note that reads, "don't forget us when you're famous," and is signed, "Pam." They had used the yogurt lids as medals for an impromptu "Office Olympics" once when Michael and Dwight were out of the office. His eyes involuntarily watered as he thought of Pam, knowing she was his true love. Eventually, although it was clear the promotion was his for the taking, he told David Wallace to withdraw him from consideration.

In Scranton, a depressed Pam decides to go for a liquid lunch at a nearby restaurant called Poor Richard's, a place that some of the office employees frequented. She was going to go the the nearest Chili's, but remembered that she had been banned from all Chili's because at the last "Dundies" party, she had taken half-full drinks from nearby tables, gotten completely wasted, and had fallen off her stool onto the floor. They had actually taken a copy of her driver's license and distributed it to the entire chain (supposedly). Losing count of the number of margaritas she ordered, while consuming very little food, all Pam could think about was that she had missed her opportunity with Jim. Noticing the way she stumbled to the register, the restaurant owner had called a cab to take her back to Dunder-Miflin.

As soon as she took her seat behind the Receptionist's desk, too drunk to do anything but press the HOLD button on the phone when it rang, Michael burst into the office announcing, "I'm back...and I'm never leaving...ever." Dwight was stunned, of course, as was Michael when he saw his office painted black, "what is going on here...it looks like the set of some low budget porno movie. Now get your stuff out of my office."

Dwight wandered over the the Receptionist's desk and whispered to Pam, "I just wanted to say that you performed you duties as Secret Assistant to the Regional Manager admirably."

Her head swimming, Pam looked blankly up and saluted him, adding, "it was my pleasure."

The margaritas now taking full effect on her libido, Pam was growing more horny by the minute, wishing Jim were there but knowing she may never see him again. Everyone in the office, including the documentary crew were still out to lunch as she stumbled into Michael's office. "Hey Pam-a-lam-a-ding-dong," he joked, "did you miss me."

He watched as she shuffled to the inside windows and closed all the blinds, softly shut the door and then calmly said, "you've always stared at my ass, haven't you."

"That's what she said," he laughed, flustered at her statement. "Is this some kind of HR test...did Jan set you up to this."

"I really want to know your opinion," she slurred her words and Michael finally figured out that she was plastered when she deliberately turned her back to him, bent over from the waist and pulled her light gray skirt up to her waist. He could see her sensible white lace panties under her pantyhose cradling the most delectable ass he had ever seen.

"Wow...my mind is moving a mile a minute," he nonsensically answered, "you know, I think we need a second opinion." "Dwight," he yelled, "Dwight get in here right now." Michael figured that if he was going to get busted, he needed a witness.

Still bent over, Pam agreed, "yeah, get Dwight in here...he's got law enforcement experience...I would value his opinion."

Hearing his commander in chief yell, Dwight rushed into the office poised to deliver a karate chop to some assailant. Seeing Pam's shapely ass staring him in the face, Dwight's lower jaw dropped as he stared at her lovely rear end. "Dwight," she asked, "what do you think of my ass?"

Michael looked at him like a kid on Christmas morning, grinning from ear to ear and Dwight calmly answered, "well thanks to my training as a volunteer with the Sheriff's Department, I am a trained observer...and I think your cheeks are perfectly symmetrical, but it is hard to make a complete assessment with out the senses of smell, touch and taste adding to the examination."

"That sound reasonable," Pam slurred, "let me make it easy for you." She stood up, shed her cardigan, unbuttoned her pale blue blouse and shrugged it off her arms. Quickly she reached behind her, unhooked her white lacy bra and let the straps fall down her arms revealing her perfectly round breasts. They were both firm and bouncy as she flung her clothes onto Michael's couch. Her areola were large, pink elliptical shapes, and her gumdrop sized nipples were completely erect. Wasting no time, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.

Awkwardly, she kicked off her bright white tennis shoes, that she still had on from lunch and braced herself against a chair as she struggled to roll her pantyhose down her shapely legs. Nearly falling, she managed to pull them off each leg and kick them aside. Finally, without hesitation she hooked her thumbs into her skimpy, but sensible panties and shoved them to her feet. Michael and Dwight just stared at her completely nude body, smiling at each other. She had a thigh gap and they could see that she had very long pronounced labia. Her mound was totally bald except for a tiny "landing strip" of light brown pubic hair just above her slit. Seeing them staring at her crotch, she volunteered, "that asshole Roy liked it like that...I'm thinking of shaving it all." Turning away from them, she again bent over and asked, "well, what do you think?"

Michael stepped forward and kneeled behind her, grasping her soft, pale cheeks in his hands. Dwight also got down on his knees and began to run his hands up and down her silky smooth legs, kept taut by her love of bike riding. Michael leaned in and actually bit her right cheek, causing her to jump and look back. "Easy...no marks...well, what do you think," she wanted to know.

Her naked body was magnificent. Not all thin and skinny in a model's sense, but soft with curves in all the right places in a girl-next-door sense. "Absolutely beautiful," Michael praised her, "so soft and smooth." She spread her legs further and he could clearly see her plump mound with her long lips hanging down.

Dwight, also fondling her silky cheeks, agreed, "superb...like Wonder Woman's ass."

Standing up and turning around, she pirouetted and asked, "what do you think of my body...what's wrong with me that I can't get a man? Never mind, there's only one way to tell if you truly like it." And with that remark, she surprised them by extending her delicate hands and grabbing their crotches. Of course, finding them already hard, she laughed, "ooo, I guess you really do approve. I've shown you mine...how about showing me yours." she plopped down on Michael's couch and watched as he and Dwight began shedding their clothes. She always got a chuckle over Dwight's short-sleeved beige shirts...she remembered him saying once that he bought them by the "crate" from his "shirt guy."

So horny that all self-consciousness was forgotten, Michael and Dwight were swiftly down to their trousers. Michael's body was slender and without definition, but Dwight was more toned; she knew he did a lot of chores on his beet farm and took martial arts classes. As Dwight shoved his down, he revealed he wasn't wearing any underwear, and explained, "underwear is for sissies." Pam just stared at his very thick penis as it bobbed in front of him. It was short, maybe five inches, but as big around as a Coke bottle. Michael's boxers seemed a couple sizes too large and concealed a decent six inch prick, a little thicker than a hot dog. Pam had not had sex for months and her desire, enhanced by the margaritas, was uncontrollable. She crawled towards the two men on her hands and knees and grasped their hard-ons in each hand.

Stroking them slowly, she opened her mouth and guided Dwight's fat crown between her lips. Once inside she tickled his head with her tongue, but made eye contact with Michael as she increased her pace jerking him off. Dwight put his hands on each side of her brunette head and began to thrust into her mouth. Michael leaned forward and cupped Pam's wonderful breasts; kneading them and finding them to have the firmness of small water balloons. She loved to have her tits played with and softly moaned, "mmmm," as Michael tweaked her pink nipples.

Pam could feel her crotch going from damp to wet, as she backed her head off Dwight's pole. Looking between them, she announced, "I need something hard in my pussy...now." She stood up, took Dwight by the hand and led him over to the sofa where she roughly pushed him down. Facing him and straddling his sitting figure, her knees on either side of his thighs, she reached down between her legs, grasped his rod and guided it to her moist slit. Slowly she lowered her naked body, allowing his hardness to separate her lips and penetrate her pussy. As his thick pole penetrated her opening, stretching her mound, Pam groaned, "holy shit that feels good." He was short, but the thickness made up for it as she began to ride his lap, fucking herself on his cock.

Remembering Michael, she stopped bouncing, leaned forward against Dwight's hairy chest and reached back with her hands to spread her round cheeks. She had never done anything like this before; Roy had been her only other lover; but it just seemed like the thing to do in this situation. Reading her mind, Michael ran behind his desk, ripped open his drawer and produced a bottle of baby oil. "Hey, these supple elbows don't happen on their own," he explained as he squirted oil into his palm and then spread it the length of his penis. Advancing between Dwight's legs, being careful not to touch him, Michael nudged his crown against Pam's anus.

"I consider that deviant," Dwight declared, "you know humans are the only species to allow that."

"That's what she said," Michael laughed as he pushed steadily forward until his head popped through Pam's sphincter ring and into her asshole. It was a tight fit, but his "hot dog" cock slid in until he was balls-deep in her lovely ass. "Yes Pam-a wham-a, that is one great ass," Michael congratulated her, "a great ass."

"Shut up and fuck me," she ordered as she shoved backward against his cock. Dwight began to bounce her up and down on his lap, his fat rod thrusting up into her cunt; while Michael jammed his prick into her ass as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her cheeks. Pam braced her hands against the back of the sofa as they assaulted her holes, her tits jiggling up and down. "Oh God, that feels good...fuck me guys...fuck me...jam those cocks in my holes." With both holes filled, she could feel them rubbing against each other separated by a thin membrane, creating friction and heat inside her. Dwight leaned forward and began to suck on her right nipple, while tweaking her left between his fingers.

They continued fucking her holes, first thrusting simultaneously and then alternating strokes, her body bouncing between them. "Oh fuck that's good," she groaned as they slid in and out of her. Michael was the first to lose control, jamming his prick as far up her ass as he could and beginning to pump her full of his seed. "Oh God," she yelled as her body trembled. Feeling his partners release and Pam's cunt muscles spasm, Dwight also rammed his cock forcefully up into her and unloaded his cum deep into her belly. "Holy fucking shit," she squealed as they filled her holes with their hot fluids.

Suddenly almost embarrassed, Michael backed out of her asshole and declared, "I think we'd better get dressed...everyone is getting back from lunch." Dwight shoved Pam's naked body off his lap, his shriveling penis slipping out of her pussy, and rapidly dressed. Pam sat there on the sofa, seemingly stunned, and Michael gathered up her clothes and handed them to her. She methodically dressed, wondering where her panties were...not knowing that they were in the pocket of Michael's jacket. "Pam, if you want you can take a nap here on the couch," Michael offered.

"Yes, I think I would like that," she agreed; and when she lay down, her head spinning, Michael covered her with her sweater.

She woke to Michael shaking her shoulder and asking her, "you're OK right. It's quitting time...you don't mind locking up do you?" She went in the bathroom and spent a considerable amount of time cleaning up...still wondering about her panties.

The next thing she knew, the documentary cameraman had the camera shoved in her face and the interviewer was getting ready for the customary last interview of the day: "there you are, we've been looking for you all afternoon." She went back into Michael's office to get comfortable on the sofa.

He asked her about the job interviews and Jim. She knew she was still drunk...just not as drunk, but still had trouble concentrating on the questions. "Jim...I'm sure he got the job...why wouldn't he...he is the most qualified. Everybody likes him. We just never got the timing right. I shot him down and then he did the same to me. I'm sure we'll always be friends."

Just then the door to Michael's office opened and Jim stuck his head in. She was completely shocked to see him and even more surprised when he said, "oh Hi...excuse me. Pam are you free for dinner tonight."