The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights.
Fword ahead.
I hate feeling as if what I say, or do, doesn't count. I think that is what appealed to me with this job. As outrageous as the original foundation was, there was a sense of purpose, as if I were doing good in this world and not only that, something that would be noticed...someday. I wanted to be noticed, but not as much, apparently, as Dr. Melinda Pappas did.
The office, which was softly illuminated by decoratively distributed lamps, was as comfy as I remembered it. The harsh sounds of tiled floor changed to gentle scuffles. There was a sweet smell of roses and carnations mixed with the piercing odor of bourbon. I looked to my left where the original crashing sound had come from. There was a crumpled frame and broken glass besides a large wooden bookcase. I didn't pick that up.
My attention turned back to the foreground where Joni was storming towards a very attractive, very wobbly, half dressed Mel. It seemed that she'd become, "too hot. 'M too hot," and was trying to divest herself of the problem.
"Mel!" Joni didn't quite shout, but her attitude carried her. "What do you think you're doing?!" She was at Melinda's side in seconds. The clipboard ended up on the desk, next to the half full glass.
Melinda turned around and blinked at us. "JONI!" she slurred tearily, then she slapped lazily at the security chief's chest, "I was just thinking of you..." The blue silk shirt slid down Mel's free arm and dropped slinkily to the floor. Melinda's nipples poked through the white lacy fabric of her bra. As my gaze skimmed over her, I noticed that she'd removed other bits of clothing too. She was down to sheer white panties, blue garters and white stockings. One could see the dark curls through the 'wear. It was, despite the jiggles obviously provided by inebriation, a most tantalizing sight. There was nothing like a tall ravenhaired woman, robust olivepearl skin, lovely rosed lips and full hips to get the juices flowing. I began to wonder what it was with these people...then I began to wonder what it was with *me?* I picked up the skirt and slip from where I found them on the floor, and turned my attention to disposing the empty bottle I retrieved from the desk. I file thirteened that right away. The skirt and slip found themselves placed on the edge of Melinda's chair. She wasn't using it at the moment. Joni was in the process of trying to talk Melinda down. I went to salvage what I could of the picture.
"Uh huh," Joni responded as she moved to steady Mel. Dr. Pappas staggered forward as Joni led her to one of the guest seats. The blonde sighed as the corporate head slouched into the seat, legs a little spread, arms plopped to the side. Melinda looked up at Joni with drunk appreciation.
"That round heeled tart would sleep with anything with a dick. I loved her. I could have made her happy. We should have been together." Melinda blinked, "Nobody wants me." She looked cannily at Joni, "except you." and me. But I didn't say anything. Joni looked like she'd been struck with something blunt. "Don't you. You'd sleep with me,wouldn't you? If I asked nice?" It was hardly a romantic proposition. It was a plea for reassurance. But at least she was asking. More than I could say about myself.
I shook out the photo as I looked at Joni's not so astonished face. The blonde looked at me briefly before letting her gaze settle on Melinda. I didn't know what to say, what to think. I kept quiet and carefully brushed the glass closer to the wall.
When I looked next, Joni's hand reached down to grasp Melinda's jaw. She lowered her face. I held my breath.
"You know my rules Melinda." She squeezed the woman's face then let it go abruptly. Joni's face twitched. "I'm not going to sleep with you now. You wouldn't feel it."
Melinda roared forward, startling me. I dropped the picture, and nearly cut my finger retrieving it. "You Mean YOU wouldn't feel it, you heartless bitch." Blue eyes turned to ice as Melinda swung back for a slap.
Joni caught the CEO's hand in her fist, and held it. Her eyebrows arched. "Now why'd you have to go and do that?" I could see her squeezing, and Melinda wilting under the pressure. Abruptly she released the hand, then pushed the tall woman hard, back into the maroon plush chair. Melinda grunted, holding her hand, and looked up..again. Her lip quivered, then stiffened as a determined look came over her face. Joni was trembling. I was forgotten.
Joni said, "I won't be a substitute. You're going to remember me this time." Mel licked her lips, then lunged. They grappled and toppled towards the desk. The file folders went flying, and the stapler, the paperclips. There was a sound of cloth tearing. I watched helplessly as their lips slid together so hard I thought I could hear their teeth grinding.
I felt a twinge of envy, a twinge of deep longing lust. That was supposed to be me...I wanted it..to be..I bit my lip softly, and looked down. Gabrielle's face stared up at me. My heart thumped in recognition, "Janice!" I said in surprise.
Everything stopped. I looked up just as they were sliding apart. "YOU *know* Janice?" Melinda asked in astonishment. One of her hands was still on Joni's breast. Joni looked like she was ready to clobber me. Suddenly Melinda was rushing at me with a terribly unfriendly look. She grabbed me up by my collar and lifted me from the floor. She shook me twice and the photo flitted to the floor. "HOW the FUCK do YOU know JANICE!"
I suddenly wished that I knew.
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