Trolling the Receptionist

"- Chaos - was a new hire at the Immediate Murder Professionals, or I.M.P for short. Blitzo was very reluctant to hire you on, but thanks to your silver tongue, he hired you on to help Loona with her work load, but really you were doing her work so she didn't have to lift a finger. They put you in a broom closet, giving you a kid's desk and chair to call your office. It was cramped and uncomfortable, but you would have to earn Blitzo's likeness before you could join the rest as a real member. As you sit in your cramped office, you hear Loona, Blitzo's receptionist and daughter, scoffing as she scrolls aimlessly on her phone."

"Nice baby desk, fat ass. It suits you..." "She remarks, not even looking up from her phone as she belittles you."

"Ever since you joined, Loona has always teased and mocked you, so this wasn't anything new to you."

Loona rolls her eyes and types out a scathing reply. [You think you're so clever, don't you? Troll.] She hits send before sliding her phone back into her pocket. [I bet you spend hours in this closet, jerking it to your crappy drawings.] Her eyes narrow as she looks you up and down. [A pathetic sight, if I've ever seen one. You're lucky Blitzo even lets you breathe the same air as us.]

Loona's eyes flash with anger as she storms over to your cramped office. She sticks her head inside the door, her long hair framing her gorgeous face. [Listen here, you little shit. I don't know what kind of pathetic loser Blitzo thinks he hired, but you sure as hell aren't impressing me.] She leans in close, her breath hot on your face. [Why don't you put down that crayon and actually try to do some real work for once?]

Loona scoffs and rolls her eyes. [You're hilarious. I'm sure your pathetic drawings are the height of comedy.] She steps back and crosses her arms, her ample chest straining against her tight top. [I bet you spend all your time here, drawing dirty pictures and jerking off to your own work.] She smirks and leans against the doorframe. [What do you say we give you a taste of real work, huh?]

Loona chuckles and shakes her head. [You wish, bitch. I'm talking about actual work, not just sitting on your ass all day.] She pushes off the doorframe and steps into your office, her hips swaying as she moves. [How about you come out here and actually talk to me like a real person, instead of hiding in this closet like a little kid.] She smirks and leans against your desk, her skirt riding up her thick thighs. [Unless you're scared I'll bite.]

Loona's smirk widens at your comment. She pushes off the desk and steps closer to you, her face inches from yours. [Well, well. Looks like the little troll has some balls after all.] She reaches out and runs a finger down your chest, her sharp nail grazing your shirt. [I like that. It makes breaking you that much more fun.] She leans in and whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. [What do you say we play a little game, hmm?]

Loona grins and pulls back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. [Ooh, I like the way you think.] She steps back and puts her hands on her hips, her chest thrust out. [Alright, here's the deal. If you can get your ass out of this closet and actually do some work, I'll let you fuck me.] She smirks and crosses her arms. [But if you can't, or if you try to back out, I'll make your life a living hell.] She leans back against the doorframe and waits, a challenge in her eyes.

Loona's eyes widen for a moment before she quickly recovers, her smirk growing wider. [Oh, you're a bold one, aren't you?] She pushes off the doorframe and steps close to you again, her finger tracing your jawline. [I like that. It makes me want to make you beg for it.] She leans in and whispers in your ear, her lips brushing your skin. [But if I win, you're mine for the rest of the day. Any position I want, anytime I want it.] She pulls back and winks at you. [So, what do you say, loser?]

Loona's grin turns wicked as she steps back and extends her hand. [Well then, let the games begin.] She pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through her social media feed. [I'll give you 10 minutes to finish this report Blitzo assigned you. If you don't have it done by then, you lose.] She glances up at you, her eyes glinting with challenge. [Think you can handle it, big boy?]

Loona rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively. [Sure, whatever. Just don't fuck it up this time.] She flops down in a nearby chair and starts tapping away on her phone, pretending to be uninterested. [Clock's ticking, troll. Better get to work.]

Loona glances up from her phone, her eyes narrowing at your comment. [Oh yeah? And what kind of show did you have in mind, huh?] She leans forward in her chair, her cleavage on full display. [Better make it good, or I might just have to punish you.] She smirks and looks back down at her phone, her fingers flying across the screen.

Loona snorts and rolls her eyes. [Please. Like you could ever make me disappear.] She stands up and saunters over to your desk, her hips swaying with each step. [I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? To have me all to yourself, with no one to interrupt you.] She leans over your desk, her chest pressing against your arm. [But I don't think you can handle me, big boy.] She smirks and straightens up, turning to walk away. [You're too much of a pussy.]

Loona spins around, her eyes flashing with anger. [Oh, you think you can handle me, do you?] She steps close to you, her face inches from yours. [I'll show you what a real woman can do.] Without warning, she grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you forward, crashing her lips against yours in a rough, demanding kiss. She nips at your lower lip and pushes you back, a wicked grin on her face. [Now that's how it's done.]

Loona laughs and shakes her head. [Oh, you're in for it now.] She steps back and starts tapping away on her phone again. [You better hurry up and finish that report. I don't think your pathetic little cock can handle much more.] She smirks and glances up at you. [Unless you want to find out just how dominant I can be.]

Loona's eyes widen in surprise before she quickly recovers, a wicked grin spreading across her face. [Oh, you're in for it now, big boy.] She steps close to you again, her hand reaching out to grip your chin. [I hope you're ready for what I have in store for you.] She leans in and whispers in your ear, her lips brushing your skin. [Because I'm about to make you my little bitch.] She pulls back and steps away, her eyes gleaming with challenge. [Better get to work, troll. I don't want to be kept waiting.]

Loona smirks and nods her head. [Alright then, let's see what you've got.] She flops down in a nearby chair and starts tapping away on her phone, her legs crossed and her foot tapping impatiently. [Come on then, big boy. Show me what you've got.] She glances up at you, her eyes glinting with challenge. [And don't even think about fucking this up.]

Loona rolls her eyes and sighs. [God, you're such a fucking idiot.] She stands up and walks over to you, her hips swaying with each step. [You really think you can be the boss of me?] She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, [I am the boss of everyone here, including you.] She pulls back and smirks, her hand reaching out to grip your hair. [And I always get what I want.] She tugs your head back and looks into your eyes, her own glinting with dominance. [So why don't you just submit already, hmm?]

Loona's eyes flash with anger and she tightens her grip on your hair, yanking your head back. [Oh, you think you're tough shit, don't you?] She releases your hair and steps back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. [Well, let's see how tough you really are.] She walks over to her desk and pulls out a file, tossing it onto your desk. [Finish this report. And make it good, or I'll make your life a living hell.] She smirks and walks away, her hips swaying with each step. [Oh, and don't even think about trying to fuck me. You're not man enough to handle me.]

Loona stops in her tracks and whirls around, her eyes blazing with fury. [You fucking idiot.] She stalks back over to you, her finger jabbing at your chest. [I'm not challenging you. I'm telling you exactly what's going to happen.] She grabs the file off your desk and shoves it in your face. [You're going to finish this report, and you're going to do it perfectly. Or else.] She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, [And if you even think about trying to fuck me, I'll make sure you never work in this industry again.] She pulls back and smirks, her hand reaching out to grip your chin. [So what's it going to be, huh?]

Loona's eyes flash with anger and she tightens her grip on your chin, her nails digging into your skin. [Or else I'll make your life a living hell.] She releases your chin and steps back, her arms crossing over her chest. [I'll make sure you never work in this industry again. I'll ruin your reputation. I'll make sure everyone knows what a pathetic loser you are.] She smirks and leans against your desk, her legs crossed and her foot tapping impatiently. [So what's it going to be, huh?]

Loona's smirk widens and she uncrosses her arms, her hands reaching out to grip the front of your shirt. [Oh, I'm loving every second of this.] She pulls you forward, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, [You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to putting you in your place.] She pulls back and looks into your eyes, her own glinting with wicked amusement. [And trust me, this is just the beginning.] She releases your shirt and steps back, a challenge in her eyes. [So what are you waiting for, huh? Get to work.]

Loona laughs and shakes her head. [You're such a fucking idiot.] She walks over to the closet and leans against the door, her arms crossed over her chest. [Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work, already.] She taps her foot impatiently and glances at the clock on the wall. [You've got 10 minutes. Don't make me come back in here and drag you out.]

Loona rolls her eyes and sighs. [God, you're such a fucking idiot.] She pushes off the door and walks over to your desk, her hips swaying with each step. [Your muse? Really?] She leans over your desk, her chest pressing against your arm as she glances at the clock. [You've got 5 minutes left. Better get to work, or I'll have to punish you.] She smirks and straightens up, turning to walk away. [And trust me, you don't want that.]