Greetings fellow Earthlings,
This story is based off of the first erotica story I had ever written which had a mix of strong nonconsent and science fiction. There may be some similarities to TV shows, movies and books but does not involve real-life, copyrighted characters, or plots. This will be a longer series and will make many, not just one, references to science fiction material so I apologize if you do not understand but I will try and briefly summarize throughout the story for people to understand easily without having to have watched/read them.
In a nutshell, expect rough nonconsensual sexy fun with a dash of silliness!
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"Ugh, fuck." AJ rolled her head back in frustration, carrying a heavy cardboard box with all of her office supplies. She was not expecting to be kicked out of here this morning. A pipe had burst on the floor, and it seemed like her office took the most damage.
She scowled as she made her way downstairs to her temporarily assigned desk. Her boss's office seemed fine, which was completely unfair, and now she was going to have to walk back and forth all day.
Her own office, while small, was nice and private. She was a secretary for the CIA special investigator, a man named Charles Sauer. She never knew exactly what he was up to, she just did all of the simple things he didn't want to do. Basically she got the shit-work. Which was fine by her considering her lack of qualifications to do anything here except, well, being a secretary.
If he had any emotions, he never showed it. He was possibly the most stoic man she had ever met. If he spoke to her, he used little words, and they were only to tell her what to do.
And of course, the elevator was busted. AJ was about to scream. How could this day get any worse? She cursed under her breath, making her way to the stairs, trying desperately not to drop the overly loaded box that she could feel starting to collapse in her shaky hands.
Right as she got to the top of the stairs the cardboard broke through the bottom. Of course it could get worse. Why should she expect anything less? She bent down and started to collect all of her scattered belongings, swearing quietly enough for no one to hear but herself.
She heard a loud crunch and looked forward to see her tape dispenser, now crushed underneath someone's black leather shoe. "Ah shit, I'm sorry." The man belonging to the shoe bent down and picked up the broken dispenser. "Well, here's this I guess," he said, handing it back to her.
AJ raised her gaze to see who this destroyer of office supplies was. She took the tape nervously, feeling intimidated by his height. It made her feel small. He had a familiar face, but she also tried making as little eye contact with coworkers as possible, so she couldn't pinpoint his identity. She was not a social creature. He was handsome, with boyish but strong features and brown hair that almost reached his eyes.
He ran his hand through his messy hair, an apologetic look written on his face. "Do you need help?"
"No, I'm fine," she answered, defeatedly picking up her spilled belongings.
"Hey, you're Sauer's assistant, right?"
"Yeah, but now I have to move to the offices downstairs for a while."
"Well I'm Oliver."
AJ managed to pick up most of her supplies, piling it all up in her arms. "Can you please hand that to me?" she asked, trying to stay balanced.
Oliver picked up the last of her supplies, some notepads and pencils, and started to walk up the stairs. "Come on," he said, waiting for her to follow him. AJ rolled her eyes, but whether or not she wanted to admit it, the help was needed.
He led her to the busy office one floor down, where he dropped her off at her new desk. No more walls, no more silence. There were too many people and it was too loud. She felt like she was being thrown into a pool of sharks. She huffed and dropped the supplies on her desk, leaving it in a disorganized pile.
"So what's your name?" Oliver asked as he neatly placed the rest of her belongings on the desk.
"I'm AJ," she said simply, attempting to make this interaction with him as short as possible. She didn't mean to act so cold, but it was the easiest way she could avoid any socialization at work.
"Well, I guess I'll see your around," he said, waving goodbye over his shoulder as he walked away.
AJ put her hand to her face, rubbing her temples in frustration, mentally preparing for what shitty things may lie ahead on this extra shitty day. It was eight o'clock in the morning and she was already mentally and emotionally drained. She would've been happier working alone in the basement.
By midday AJ had already walked back and forth from Sauer's office four times. When she was called back to him a fifth time, she was about ready to throw her head back and scream. How was she supposed to deal with this every day?
As she started to march up the stairs, she saw Oliver coming from the opposite direction. "Hey AJ," he said casually with a little smile as they passed each other. She nodded back in acknowledgment but didn't stop.
Just before she made it to the top of the stairs, she heard a hiss come from behind. Oliver had turned around and was quickly hopping back up the steps.
"Um, what's up?" she asked nervously.
Oliver looked around discretely. When he was certain no one could hear him except her, he leaned into her ear and whispered, "You should know, from the bottom of the stairs you can see up your skirt."
AJ leaned back. "Excuse me?" she said, shocked.
"No, I mean, just be mindful. It's a little short so maybe, I don't know. Never mind, just thought you might want to know."
AJ's face flushed, unsure know how to respond and frozen in horror.
Oliver blushed and said, "Okay bye," and rushed away down the stairs.
AJ felt her heart race as she walked through the silent hallway to Sauer's office, Oliver's words echoing in her mind. She looked down at her outfit, now feeling incredibly insecure. She thought she dressed modestly enough. Her pleated skirt was cute, but not unprofessional. She always wore the same plain long sleeve blouses.
She didn't consider herself being seen as sexually appealing, not because she didn't like the way she looked, but because she just did not care in the slightest. Sex was never the first thing on her mind.
She was decently petite, and at an average height. Her breasts were not of considerable size, but they were a decent perky handful. She was not one to exactly showcase her body. So having some stranger at work tell her something so lewd like that was beyond horrifying.
She knocked on the door to Sauer's office and pushed it open. No one was in the room, but there was a pile of folders on his desk with a note on it for her. AJ leaned back on his desk, taking a deep breath and trying to ease herself out of a little panic attack.
The silence was amazing. She sighed and took the opportunity to sit in his chair, just for a moment. Just for enough time to get rid of her headache. She lazily pulled out the burgundy chair and sat down.
"Ah!" she leapt up when she realized she was sitting on something. Sauer must have accidentally left one of the folders on his chair. She curiously put it on the desk and opened it up. The first few pages looked like complete nonsense, probably codes of some sort. As she fumbled through the papers, she found photographs.
Strangely enough, all of them were pictures of autopsies. Those are weird animals, she thought to herself. She looked closer and saw what looked like a discolored human, completely deformed in every way possible, including several extra limbs. It had to be for a movie, or some sort of prank. Either way it looked hysterical to her. So cheesy, but she liked cheesy. Whatever movie this thing was going to appear in, she needed to see it.
Footsteps echoed through the hall, coming towards Sauer's office. She quickly shoved everything back in the folder, placing it on the chair and grabbing the rest that had been left for her to take.
AJ peaked out the door to see Sauer himself walking back to his office. "Oh, AJ. Thanks for taking those. The note says where those folders should go to."
"Okay sir, I'll do that right now," she replied, hurriedly walking past him. She looked over the note on the folders as she walked, seeing the destination of the first one. With all the walking she was having to do she was definitely going to be sore tomorrow.
Finally she was down to the last two folders. If she had had time for her designated morning cup of coffee instead of moving offices, she wouldn't be so tired and irritated. And of course, one of these folders had to go to down to the fourth level. What a fantastic day for the elevator to be broken.
She scurried down the stairs until she reached the strangely empty floor. She had never been down here before. It was quiet. Maybe her walk was not in vain. She took a deep breath as she looked over the note for who it was being given too. This one belonged to an Oliver Fuchs.
"Why? Just why," she said to herself, shaking her head and looking for his office door. But there were too many people in this building for there to only be one Oliver. But as she rounded the corner, there he was, feet propped on an old wood desk and reading a very outdated newspaper, door wide open.
AJ groaned quietly and approached him, gently placing the folder on his desk. As she turned to subtly make her exit, he dropped the newspaper and smiled. "Well hey there!"
AJ cringed. He was the last person she wanted to talk to. She glanced at the newspaper he was reading so intently. He seemed to notice when she didn't respond to him.
"The U.S. did not invade Iraq for the Stargate. You should really just throw that out. Are you even supposed to read that stuff at work?"
Oliver laughed at her response. "You've never even read the article, and I doubt you even know what my job is. And what would you know about the Stargate?"
"I know that it was found in Giza in 1928, I highly doubt it would still have been in Iraq when we took it all the way to Cheyenne Mountain. And the other Stargate, you know, the one that can take you to the Pegasus galaxy, was found in Antarctica so no. If we don't have it the Russians probably took it back somehow. There is no reason Iraq should be in the picture."
Oliver raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Oh really. You know it's just a TV show, right?"
"It's called plausible deniability," she replied and backed out of his office. Right as she closed the door behind her she realized how crazy she sounded. Now he would think she was some sort of weird conspiracy nut. Not that his opinion mattered, but still. This is why she never socialized at work.
Oliver watched as she left, smiling as she closed the door behind her. He ruffled his hair and put on his thin-framed reading glasses. What a strange girl. He picked up the newspaper, but she had made it a lot less appealing to read. "Weird," he chuckled to himself.
By the end of the day AJ was exhausted. At this rate if that elevator didn't get fixed soon her legs were going to fall off. She jumped as the phone on her desk rang. No more stairs, for the love of god, please no more stairs.
She picked up the phone nervously. "Hello?"
"AJ, it's Sauer. Please come up to my office."
