A great war has broken out. There is an ongoing conflict between the Republic and the First Order; for whom you work. You are stationed on the Finalizer, a ship run by General Hux and Kylo Ren, the two top leaders of the First Order.

You work as an admin support/data processor, organising/processing messages & reports. Mostly, you pay no mind to the war; simply getting on with your job... until your superiors begin showing an interest in you.

Reader's perspective.
(L/N) = reader's last name.
(Y/N) = "your name" / reader's first name.

My Office, Ten Minutes

You couldn't really understand the point of it all, to be perfectly frank. You understood the basics of what each cause stood for, what they fought for. It was all "darkness and light", "good and evil"… however, you failed to see the importance of the war. Other people seemed to place so much value on it. You'd never seen the point in it. However, the galaxy had been in conflict for as long as you could remember. Occasionally you wondered if peace would ever be restored, but in the meantime, you just got on with your job and tried to get through life as best you could.

After years of working in menial jobs on your home planet of Cromia, a job had come up as an administrative support worker on the Finalizer, a First Order military ship run by Sir General Hux, Commander Ren and Captain Phasma. It was one of the most sought-after places to work. The First Order paid well and looked after its workers. Your job was steady-paced and involved you organising emails and reports for your boss, General Hux. You worked under both him and Commander Kylo Ren but answered directly to General Hux. You did not work Captain Phasma as she mostly led the Stormtroopers on missions.

As well as working on the ship, you lived there too, as there was plenty of space to house the workers. You had a pretty standard routine, working 0800-1800 hours each day. You knew the job inside out and were pretty comfortable in your life. You didn't have to go out into battle or deal with any of the other nitty-gritty bits of the war. You collected a nice paycheck at the end of the month and had regular vacations home to see your family.

This particular day started off just as any other would. You arrived for work at 07:45, giving yourself enough time to get logged into your computer system and get yourself some coffee - your favourite way to start the day. You began sorting through your emails, as normal, when your boss - General Hux came to your desk.

"(L/N)." he always addressed you by your last name.

"Yes, Sir?" you looked up. The impeccable General loomed over your desk. He was tall and handsome, you thought. In a not-so-obvious way. With fiery red hair, an arrogant persona, harsh tone and authoritarian nature, he was not to everyone's tastes. But there was something about the way he carried himself. The way he commanded respect. It turned you on a bit. Of course, you'd never let on to anyone. Not even your close friend and workmate, Emily, who shared your workspace and to whom you told practically everything.

No, no. This was your little secret. You stared up at your superior.

"My office, 10 minutes." and without another word, he turned and walked away.

A feeling of unease rose in your stomach. Had you done something wrong? Filed a report wrongly, missed something vital? You'd never been called to his office before. The General did not bestow praise very often, but was incredibly quick to criticise, not to mention particularly vocal! With such a tight ship to run, so many people to be accountable for, General Hux had very little time for screw-ups. He demanded only the best.

He'd never given you praise. It was something you could live without, though. You'd seen the punishments people had received. The fact he'd not so much as looked your way over the years was predominantly a good thing.

So now, as you walked the halls of the Finalizer towards the General's office, you reasoned that this could only end badly. You took deep breaths as you approached his office. Your heart pounded in your chest and you closed your eyes, attempting to slow your breathing. Control. Control. You got this. So you thought.

Arriving at his office, you pressed a button on the panel outside the door, and you waited. A screen on the panel flicked on, and you could see an image of the General sitting at his desk. A two-way camera system allowed him to see who was at his door. "Enter," he said, and a red light flicked to green, as the door slid open. You had no time for hesitation as you confidently strode forth into the room. The door shut behind you and a light above it switched from green to red, indicating that it was locked.

General Hux did not look up from his desk, as he carried on with his work. You stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. What to say. Whether to speak or just stay silent, awaiting an order. You decided on the latter. The General typed something on his datapad, almost as if you weren't in the room at all.

He finished what he was doing, and looked up at you. His icy blue eyes bore into you.

"(L/N)"

"Sir..."

"How are you, (L/N)?"

Nervous trepidation coursed through you, though you made strong attempts at hiding it.

"Very well, Sir." you replied with confidence.

So far…so good.

"Good to hear. Are you enjoying your time here on the Finalizer?" - what was he getting at? Although your nerves were beginning to subside, you did wonder what was going on. Why these questions?

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Good. So, you enjoy your job then, (L/N)?"

"Of course, Sir. Very much!" you enthused. This was going rather well. Maybe praise was coming after all? You smiled at him, but he did not smile back.

The General stood and began a slow walk towards you.

"I'm so glad you enjoy the job so much, (L/N)." - this sounded like sarcasm. Worry began to gnaw at you again. "So very glad it is a source of fun for you." you sensed you were in really deep shit by now, but for the life of you, couldn't figure out why.

"I assumed that you were someone who took your job seriously."

"I…" you began

"Silence, (L/N)!" you quickly shut your mouth. "Do NOT open your mouth unless I tell you to!" you pursed your lips.

"I know you are one of our best workers. Don't think I haven't noticed." your mouth began moving into a smile at this.

"However, abusing the company's computer systems for idle chatter and gossip will seriously not be tolerated under my watch."

SHIT!

That was it, you remembered. Emily had been transferred to Starkiller Base for a day the previous week, and without your buddy beside you, work had gotten particularly boring. You'd used the company's internal messaging system to chat to Emily, to make the day go quicker. You didn't think anyone, least of all your superior would have noticed! You'd known of other people doing it before, and nothing came of it. Did he really check the computer systems that thoroughly?

You silently scolded yourself. How could you have been so stupid? He was the General. He oversaw every aspect of the Finalizer.

Your face flushed.

"We are trying to gain control of the galaxy here, (L/N). There is much work to be done." You stood now with your face to the floor. You felt utterly humiliated in front of General Hux. You really wanted him to know what a good worker you were.

He inched closer to you. "I believe it would be in your best interests to keep your mind on the job, don't you think, (L/N)?"

You looked up at him; too scared to answer.

His voice boomed; "When I ask you a question, (L/N), then and ONLY THEN do I expect an answer!"

You shook where you stood. He stared at you. Your lip trembled. He raised his eyebrows when you failed to answer. You opened your mouth but nothing came out.

He pursed his lips.

You swallowed hard.

"Y-yes, Sir."

He came even closer to you now. Breath quickening, body heat turning up the closer he got to you. Even though you were in deep shit with your superior, you couldn't help feeling slightly aroused at the way he had spoken to you. You had a thing for men in charge. For someone who would command you. Command respect.

He looked you up and down as he circled you.

"Regulation black pencil skirt. Grey First Order shirt. Tucked in. Well done. Logo still looks new..."

He continued around you.

"...black stockings. Check. 4 inch black high heels. Check."

He was back in front of you.

"Hair tied up into a suitably respectable bun." He was checking your uniform over.

"Well, at least you dress the part. Good job, (L/N). Good to see you take your uniform seriously."

Your face was neutral. You were scared to smile, but you felt slightly more relaxed. Was it some form of praise?

He stepped closer. He stood in front of you, so close to you now. He raised his hand towards your face, slowly stroking over your lips with two fingers. Your heartbeat quickened. Still too scared to say or do anything, you stood motionless.

"Open your mouth" he commanded.

You were startled, eyes widening in disbelief.

What the...?

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, causing you to splutter a little.

He stared intently into your eyes as he began fucking your mouth with his slim digits. Your red lipstick smudged against his fingers, as he massaged your tongue, pushing his hot wet fingers deeply into your mouth, almost touching the back of your throat. You choked a little as tears pricked at your eyes. His fingers slid in and out of your mouth, as a snarl appeared on his lips. There was something different about his eyes; something dark and almost sinister.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You'd never felt so aroused in your entire life.

Back and forth, his fingers went into your mouth. You closed your lips around them. You couldn't help yourself. What was happening seemed like a total violation and bordering on sexual harassment in the workplace. But you couldn't make it stop. This was one of the hottest things that had ever happened to you in your life, to date

Eyes still boring into you, he stated "Suck."

You closed your eyes and began sucking on his fingers. They felt good in your mouth. You focused on the feel of them, pushing into you, how it had been a while since you'd had something in your mouth. How you wished it was something else. You started to feel moist between your legs. There was a warm buzz zipping through your body. A tingle. Which shot straight to your cunt.

With a 'pop', the General pulled his fingers from your mouth, a string of spit following them, which he wiped on your cheek, smearing red lipstick and saliva on the side of your face.

Still, you said nothing, as he continued staring at you.

"It pleases me that you heed my advice, (L/N). To open your mouth only when expressly told to do so."

Your cheeks burned with shame.

"And that you are able to do as you are told."

You stood staring, unsure what to do next.

"That will be all, (L/N). Go...clean yourself up, and get back to work."

You stood in shame. The feeling of cold, sticky spit drying on your face as your cheeks burned. General Hux turned around and sat back at his desk, resuming his work on his datapad. He pressed a button, the light above the door going from red to green, and the door sliding open.

You stood for a moment, still trying to process what just happened. When you made no move to leave, he looked up from his desk, piercing you with his icy blue eyes once more.

"Dismissed, (L/N)!"

You turned and left his office, heading straight for the ladies' restroom.