SV fic: Relax
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roxyRemember our little friends?
Now with extra added pictures!
Tales Of The The Staff:
Conners heaved a great sigh as he shut his door to his quarters behind him. Finally. The end of the day, the end of his duties. He unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his collar. Unless the Boss had an emergency of some kind he was free for the evening.
He checked the small table in the kitchenette. His dinner, grilled salmon, some sliced avocado drizzled with balsamic vinegar and an ice-cold bottle of imported beer sat at the spot he sat at every day, without change. There was a snowy white napkin folded next to the plate.
He smiled
There were those who said Conners was incapable of smiling. That was untrue. One just had to look for the signs…a relaxation of the furrows between his eyes, a certain softening of the mouth, a warming of the eyes…if one looked carefully, one might even discern the glint of a brilliantly white canine.
Conners was content. Dinner, and after that, something he looked forward to, a little dessert. He looked at the little television sitting on top of a bookcase in a corner of his room. Again, he smiled.
He sat at his table, spread the napkin on his lap and slowly and thoroughly chewed every bite of dinner the recommended amount of times because discipline was important. Discipline was all. How was he expected to run this household without discipline?
chew chew The gardener was a joke. Yoshi…if he plowed the land as often as the help, they’d be able to feed any number of third world countries. chew chew And good heavens…Henri…Driver my ass he still refused to believe the boy had ever seen a car until the boss brought him to this country. chew chew. If he knew his way around an engine Conners would eat his…hat. Everyone knew the Boss wanted Henri to drive him all right—anywhere as long as it involved bending over something—at least until Big Giant Boy popped up. CHEW chew CHEW
Not that he was any of Conners’ business, no sir. After all, it wasn’t as if he was interested in that kind of thing…he wasn’t on the DL. Not him.
Conners sighed. Was it the DL if everyone knew your idea of heaven was humping your boss? chew chew
Dinner was gone before he knew it, and it was time for dessert. He picked up the covered dish at the far side of the table and made his way over to the couch facing the television. He sat, set the dish down on the table in front pf the couch, and lifted the lid, taking a delicate sip from what was left of his beer.
Hmmm. sip Hans-Dieter was being…amusing again.
In the dish, fried bananas nestled against creamy globes of ice cream and long drizzles of vanilla sauce laced the dessert. Hans-Dieter. He had nothing to say against him…truth to tell, he was a little afraid of him. In fact, only BGB seemed to not be--GULPsplut
When Conners was able to stop coughing he turned on the set and began to enjoy his real dessert…
“Oh, Lex yes…right there…god, your tongue should be illegal…”
“Ahhh, Lex, yes, yes, yes! More ice, fuck! More!”
“Gaaaawwwwdd, you’re going to make me come—co—me—innnng!”
Conners lurched forward on the couch, squeaked, bit his lip and made full use of handily placed tissues and disposable wipes. A single bead of sweat rolled down his ebony brow, and he allowed himself a deep sigh, and let his back relax—but just for a moment—it wouldn’t do to get sloppy.
Having the security cameras linked to his room was the best hundred dollars he’d ever spent. He smiled.
*****
“Did you see? I swear to gawd he smiled!” Yoshi gasped.
“Don’t be silly, it vas simply a natural reaction to ze orgasm,” Hans-Dieter growled and stared at the screen. “Hmm…Vhy didn’t he eat ze bananas?”
Sarah and Sophia looked at him like he was crazy. Did he not see the abs on that man? Screw the abs, what about that shlo--
“Yes, yes, Conners had an o-face. Can we look at the bedroom camera now?” Henri pouted.
Sarah reached for her wallet. “Who wants to bet the Boss and BGB head for the CoCK?”
5-5-2006
Now with extra added pictures!
Tales Of The The Staff:
Conners heaved a great sigh as he shut his door to his quarters behind him. Finally. The end of the day, the end of his duties. He unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his collar. Unless the Boss had an emergency of some kind he was free for the evening.
He checked the small table in the kitchenette. His dinner, grilled salmon, some sliced avocado drizzled with balsamic vinegar and an ice-cold bottle of imported beer sat at the spot he sat at every day, without change. There was a snowy white napkin folded next to the plate.
He smiled
There were those who said Conners was incapable of smiling. That was untrue. One just had to look for the signs…a relaxation of the furrows between his eyes, a certain softening of the mouth, a warming of the eyes…if one looked carefully, one might even discern the glint of a brilliantly white canine.
Conners was content. Dinner, and after that, something he looked forward to, a little dessert. He looked at the little television sitting on top of a bookcase in a corner of his room. Again, he smiled.
He sat at his table, spread the napkin on his lap and slowly and thoroughly chewed every bite of dinner the recommended amount of times because discipline was important. Discipline was all. How was he expected to run this household without discipline?
chew chew The gardener was a joke. Yoshi…if he plowed the land as often as the help, they’d be able to feed any number of third world countries. chew chew And good heavens…Henri…Driver my ass he still refused to believe the boy had ever seen a car until the boss brought him to this country. chew chew. If he knew his way around an engine Conners would eat his…hat. Everyone knew the Boss wanted Henri to drive him all right—anywhere as long as it involved bending over something—at least until Big Giant Boy popped up. CHEW chew CHEW
Not that he was any of Conners’ business, no sir. After all, it wasn’t as if he was interested in that kind of thing…he wasn’t on the DL. Not him.
Conners sighed. Was it the DL if everyone knew your idea of heaven was humping your boss? chew chew
Dinner was gone before he knew it, and it was time for dessert. He picked up the covered dish at the far side of the table and made his way over to the couch facing the television. He sat, set the dish down on the table in front pf the couch, and lifted the lid, taking a delicate sip from what was left of his beer.
Hmmm. sip Hans-Dieter was being…amusing again.
In the dish, fried bananas nestled against creamy globes of ice cream and long drizzles of vanilla sauce laced the dessert. Hans-Dieter. He had nothing to say against him…truth to tell, he was a little afraid of him. In fact, only BGB seemed to not be--GULPsplut
When Conners was able to stop coughing he turned on the set and began to enjoy his real dessert…
“Oh, Lex yes…right there…god, your tongue should be illegal…”
“Ahhh, Lex, yes, yes, yes! More ice, fuck! More!”
“Gaaaawwwwdd, you’re going to make me come—co—me—innnng!”
Conners lurched forward on the couch, squeaked, bit his lip and made full use of handily placed tissues and disposable wipes. A single bead of sweat rolled down his ebony brow, and he allowed himself a deep sigh, and let his back relax—but just for a moment—it wouldn’t do to get sloppy.
Having the security cameras linked to his room was the best hundred dollars he’d ever spent. He smiled.
*****
“Did you see? I swear to gawd he smiled!” Yoshi gasped.
“Don’t be silly, it vas simply a natural reaction to ze orgasm,” Hans-Dieter growled and stared at the screen. “Hmm…Vhy didn’t he eat ze bananas?”
Sarah and Sophia looked at him like he was crazy. Did he not see the abs on that man? Screw the abs, what about that shlo--
“Yes, yes, Conners had an o-face. Can we look at the bedroom camera now?” Henri pouted.
Sarah reached for her wallet. “Who wants to bet the Boss and BGB head for the CoCK?”
5-5-2006
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