{Contains urophagia, dubious consent, power dynamic play, public sex}
For whatever reason, Emmett found himself the first person in the office for the day at nearly five in the morning. Well, someone had to be the one to get things done around there and one only had so many hours in a day. They would be asking for the budget report for his section today, he could tell that nobody would have read his e-mails and understood that it simply wasn't going to happen when there were a dozen people beneath him who also needed to finish prerequisite documentation before he could finalize a single thing.
So, while crossing from the entrance of his workspace to his desk, he wasn't exactly surprised by the appearance of another person at the doorway, knocking on the frame.
"If you're here about the budget, we should be able to finalize the documentation within the week," he said, turning, and stopped short with a shock that spilled hot coffee over his fingers. At five in the damn morning, before anyone else could be expected to show up, Margot Lawrence, the boss herself, was standing in his doorway.
"I see." The tall, stacked woman in her pressed pantsuit stared down her nose at the man. Her long, black hair seemed mussed as if she'd just woken up and she was combing a hand through it idly while she rested her shoulder on the door frame. "Come."
She left as if it was a given that he would obey, like he was on an invisible leash. He did, okay, but she was the boss after all. She led him to the elevator and pressed the button to have them taken to the executive floor.
For his own sake, Emmett did not directly look upon her aquiline features or stand too close. Naturally, he tucked himself into the corner of the small space and snuck a few peeks in the mirrored walls. He'd heard the stories, he'd told some of them within the reverberation of gossip that unstoppably happened no matter where one went; Miss Lawrence was titchy in public, but she could be an outright ball-buster in private. He wasn't all that worried, any of his direct supervisors would do for a recommendation at his next job and it was a plain fact that the current lateness had nothing to do with his performance, yet he did feel the anxiety that would come to anyone when a reaming was about to commence.
Had she come in so early specifically to cuss him out before anyone else arrived? That made no sense, even if he was known for being the first one in more oft than not, he'd told no-one that he would be today. There was a couch in the boss' office, she might have stayed the night for some reason, explaining her inability to work the knots out of her hair, but even then Emmett couldn't tell why if that was the case she would choose confrontation as her first order of business instead of grabbing as much admittedly uncomfortable sleep as she could before the operation demanded her full attention.
In fact, she seemed more irritable than usual... It might have been simply that she was tired and still blinking sleep out of her eyes.
"Looks like rain again today," Emmett said, stirring the bottom of the barrel to see if anything floated up.
Margot looked aside at him like a piece of sticky garbage. "Shut up."
So that was that. The remainder of the elevator ride passed with mind-numbing silence and Emmett had renewed heart palpitations as they crossed the floor into her office. She waved him in and shut the door behind them.
He started, "Look, I'm trying to get you those numbers, alright? I sent out an e-mail explaining the situation, did you get it? We'll still be more than in time to report for the fiscal year."
She yawned. "I don't give a shit. I'm thirsty, go sit in my chair and slide off your pants."
"I mean I-" Emmett had already begun doing as she said before his mental gear turned with no small amount of creaking and he stopped in the center of the carpet. Had she really said what he thought he'd heard? Surely not! inconceivable, that someone like her would proposition him, and here and now of all things! "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. Can you say that again?"
She clicked her tongue and forcefully turned him in place to prod him in the chest with her finger. "Sit the fuck down and pull down your pants."
"I'm... not comfortable with that, ma'am." He stayed in place and considered the fact that nobody else would likely be there to help him if he needed to make a hasty escape. "Not that you're not attractive or anything," he added for mollification.
"What," she said, looking at him like he was slow, "does that have to do with anything? Just do it, you pussy." She put her hand on his chest and pushed him around her desk, down into her leather office chair, then unbuckled his belt and hooked her fingers into his waistband.
"Stop!" He grabbed her hands. "Seriously, I didn't know you felt this way about me, but shouldn't we at least start with a date to see if we're compatible?" His grip shook with the effort of keeping her from tearing his pants down; she knelt under her desk and threw her back into her tugging, taking the situation out of his grasp. He was at least able to keep on his boxers, tented as they were...
What!? He was only a man after all...
Margot looked up at him from the shadows underneath her own desk, sharp eyes narrowed with unconcealed disgust. "You're fucking hard!? Get soft, now!"
"The hell?" Confusion and terror paralyzed him in her chair while she pulled his hard cock through the flap of his underwear and slapped it. "Ma'am, fuck! What the hell do you want from me?"
She'd gripped his cock in her fist, standing would have been a horribly dangerous decision when it already hurt. "I'm going to drink your piss, so get soft already, you're wasting my time!"
"You want to..." The confusion was starting to override any other kind of thought. His brain came up with the lamest, most mechanical problem he could. "I... I can't pee while I'm hard..."
