Title: Sexual Harassment

Rating: M – for language and implied sexual acts.

Warnings: Male on male, dancing the non con line, language, talk/ hints of m/f/m,

Summary: Robert California wants Nellie, Nellie wants Dwight, and Robert isn't above coercing Dwight into such an arrangement with threats of working reception or the promise of a promotion. Dwight's confused, he isn't interested but he does respond to strong authority, and saying no is proving to be difficult. Jim's not all that happy either.

Author's Note: Okay, so I don't think this is all that far from Canon. In deleted scenes Robert tried to set up a three way with Jim and Pam – and then canceled it when he wasn't the boss anymore because he wasn't interested without the power dynamic. And he harasses the hell out of Nellie, so I don't think it's beyond him to try to coerce someone. And after Dwight's reaction to that D'Angelo yelling at him I would say he is fairly responsive to dominance. And as for the other part of the story with Jim and Pam… I think it's plausible!

"Dwight, come see me in here for a moment, yea?"

Dwight stood quickly, though he threw a quick glance at Jim, a little concerned. Robert hadn't mentioned anything about the near firing, that it was supposed to have been him, and every time Robert asked to talk to him he felt queasy. He must have hesitated too long because Jim spoke up, even though he kept his eyes on his computer, "If he was going to fire you he would have already done it."

"I'm not worried." Except that he was, and it made him uncomfortable but he needed more assurance from Jim. Because he hated Jim and thought he was lazy and a slacker but he had been there when it counted and he couldn't help trusting him.

"Dwight?"

Robert's voice drifted in from the conference room and it made Dwight reach out to touch one of his bobble heads, obviously nervous. "Jim." He didn't realize he'd said it until Jim looked up and he just stared at him.

A corner of Jim's mouth lifted in an expression that Dwight had learned was mocking but Jim's voice was level, "He's not going to fire you."

"Okay." He didn't like the sound of his voice, too soft, and amended it, "I wasn't worried." He didn't wait for any kind of response and headed into the conference room, Robert's temporary office.

"Dwight, good, shut the door, okay?"

"Sure." He shut it quietly, and stayed by it, not going any closer to Robert. Even without the debacle in Florida there was something about the other man that unsettled him.

"Why don't you come here and have a seat?"

"I'm okay standing."

"How about you sit?" It obviously wasn't a question.

"Okay." He was halfway into a seat when Robert shook his head.

"This one." Dwight rolled his shoulders a little, and sat in the chair only inches away from Robert. "I'll cut right to the chase. I want to sleep with Nellie."

Now he was really uncomfortable, "I don't think this is my business-"

"It is because she wants to sleep with you, she mentioned something about Florida and that you were a cock tease." He was half out of his chair when Robert reached out and grabbed his knee, stopping him, "So I have a proposition for you Dwight. You know that you're never going to get to be a manager, right?"

He leaned back, shifting his weight but Robert didn't move his hand. "I think that I deserve a chance at being manager-"

"You've had it. Now you need to face that if you want any kind of power you're going to have to play my game. I want Nellie and she wants you, so it looks like it will be the three of us."

"I don't know what you mean-"

"Come on Dwight, we're both adults, you know exactly what I mean."

His face was flushing and he tried to pull away again, with more force but Robert's hand tightened until it hurt and he glanced around frantically, not sure how he had gotten in this situation. "I'm not attracted to men-"

"I don't care." His hand trailed up Dwight's leg to his thigh, "All I care about is the power dynamic, you can be any gender as long as you're submissive."

"No." He reached down to push his hand away, "No."

"Hey, you aren't my first choice either; I'd prefer your friend Jim out there. But even if he wanted the manager job," he was a master manipulator and he caught Dwight's eyes, freezing him there, "which he doesn't – I offered it to him over Andy and he turned it down." Dwight felt his fists tighten, he didn't need it rubbed in his face that Jim was so easily offered the job that he begged and pleaded for, but it did stop him from leaving. "So, even if he wanted it he would never give in to this, he knows he could get a manager spot anywhere, he would have too much pride." He tilted his head down and raised an eyebrow, "That's not a problem for you though, is it? Having pride?"

"I…" His brain supplied the words, told him to tell Robert no, to get up and leave but he stayed rooted to the spot. He wanted power, so bad he could taste it, but he knew too that he had a rather embarrassing inclination for giving in to anyone with a dominant enough personality. "I… I should go."

"Stay." He changed his tone from easy going to sharp, barking it out like the order it was to see the other's response and Dwight immediately settled back into the seat, eyes wide, his breathing speeding up. Robert smiled and his hand moved up more until he was rather brazenly cupping Dwight through his pants and he was unable to hide that he was aroused, unable to stop his response to Robert's authority.

"Please, stop."

Robert was nodding though, "Somehow I knew that about you Dwight."

"No, you don't understand-"

"Shush, we both know the truth, I could make you say it if you want to push, but I'd like to get things settled today. You're going to stay after work tonight."

Robert's hand was still on him so he resisted the urge to fidget and shook his head but it wasn't a denial coming out of his mouth, "I… I'd get to be manager?"

"God no." He moved, leaning back in his chair, bringing his arms to cross over his chest. "You're a terrible manager, you're just not capable of it, you need someone telling you what to do. I could make you second in command though, give you a few responsibilities, put you as the leader on a few projects… like in Florida. You did a great job with that."

"You nixed the entire project and were going to fire me."

"Only because the idea was a disaster, you did an amazing job with it. I was impressed." He was watching Dwight carefully and it was impossible to miss him perk up at the praise and Robert understood a little better how to keep Dwight under his thumb.

Dwight couldn't help sounding hopeful, he had spent too much time getting looked over, "I worked really hard."

"You did." It made him think of something, "You know, I really didn't see Jim warning you, I got the idea that you guys hated each other."

He looked away at that, "We do."

Robert tilted his head, because there was something there that he very likely could exploit but that would be for another day. "Well I'm glad he did, I really do like you and you're an asset to this company as a salesman, I didn't want to fire you."

Dwight narrowed his eyes at that. Okay, so obviously he had some issues and yea, maybe he did like it when someone took strong control of the situation, but it was one shot too many, he didn't miss the emphasis on the salesman. "I'm leaving."

He rocked to his feet before Robert could stop and was halfway to the door when he grabbed his arm and dragged him back to his chair, shoving him into it. It was violent and sudden, Robert leaning over him to place his hands on the table, leaving Dwight to shrink back into the chair to get away from him. He almost desperately darted a glance out the window, catching Jim's eyes, before he looked back to Robert. "You don't walk away from me. I can make your life miserable."

Dwight was slumped in the chair; legs sprawled out, staring up at Robert. He could beat him in a physical fight; he knew he could, so he had no explanation as to why he felt so panicky. "You can't fire me, I'll… I'll report you."

He made a disparaging sound, "Yes, you will be right in line with the secretaries of the world. I'm not talking about firing you, I do think we need a new receptionist though, you'd be a perfect fit."

"What?"

Before Robert could answer there was a knock on the conference door and then it was pushed open without waiting for a response. Jim glanced around quickly, eyes landing on them and tried to meet Dwight's. "Everything okay in here?"

Robert eyed him for a moment before standing up straight and taking a step away from Dwight, who scrambled to sit up and straighten himself. He nodded, "Everything is fine Jim. Is there something I can help you with?"

He glanced at Robert but was still watching Dwight, "Things just looked like they were getting a little… rambunctious in here, didn't know if … anyone… needed help."

It was as pointed as he could be, through the blinds he hadn't been able to see much but Dwight's face when Robert had gotten physical was pretty clear, but Dwight wouldn't look at him now. Robert shook his head, and looked amused, "Jim, by any chance would you like your own personal secretary?"

Dwight glared at him and snapped out, "I'm not going to be anyone's secretary."

"Excuse me?"

"Just discussing Dwight's… career prospective now that manager is off the table. I think he'd make a spectacular secretary."

Dwight was clenching his jaw and staring at the floor, Robert pinning him with a challenging look. Jim wasn't entirely sure what was going on, "I think he makes a fairly spectacular salesman."

"If you don't need anything Jim, we're in a meeting. Please close the door on the way out."

He was conflicted about it, but hopefully at this point Robert realized he was being watched and would stay backed off. "Okay, if you do need anything though-"

"Thank you Jim, your willingness to be of assistance is appreciated." Jim nodded once more, trying and failing to get Dwight's attention, and then headed out closing the door. Robert watched him go and then turned to Dwight, "Odd. You did say that you guys hated each other, right?"

"Yes."

"He sure rushes to your rescue in a hurry."

He had managed not to the entire time Jim was in the room but he finally looked up through the blinds and met Jim's eyes and they held it for a moment before Dwight looked back to Robert. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want. You know what I'm offering. Stay after work tonight and try not to look so disgusted, I bet you enjoy it." He made a motion to the door and Dwight took the invitation eagerly, heading towards it. The door was half open when Robert added, "Tell Pam to go back to her office administrator job, you can take over reception today. An idea of …what could happen."

He knew his face showed what he thought of that, it was a woman's job, and not a particularly hard one at that. "I'm not going to-"

All it took was a look from Robert to intimidate him, he didn't even need to move towards him, "You'll do what I tell you or you can find another job." He glared but stomped out, slamming the door behind him. He realized that everyone was watching and wanted to yell, to order them to go back to work to make them stop looking but he was helpless to do anything. He didn't even have his assistant regional manager title anymore, not that it had ever meant much.

He awkwardly moved to his desk, he didn't really need anything and he was right next to it at reception but he hoped that if he stopped there first everyone would lose interest in him. It didn't work and he tried to stall but Robert was giving him a directed look that told him if he didn't do what he had been told, he would do it for him.

"Dwight, you okay?"

"Fine, not that it's any of your business."

"What was going on in there?"

He ignored him, grabbing his favorite pen and his planner before heading over to reception. He stood there quietly for a moment, putting off the inevitable. When she didn't change what she was doing he coughed quietly to get her attention and when she still ignored him he sighed, "Pam?"

Pam looked pissed off, surely upset at being back behind the desk and she shot him a dirty look, "I don't have time for games today Dwight, what do you need?"

He tried his best to be dismissive but it was difficult when he felt so thrown by the whole situation. "Robert said… Robert asked me to tell you that you can go back to doing your office administrator job instead of reception."

"Really?" She looked surprised, "Who is going to run reception?" He mumbled his answer, and she leaned forward, "What?"

"Me… I am."

"You're going to run reception?"

"Yes."

"You? You're going to answer phones and send faxes and make copies?"

"Yes." His voice had lowered to a growl; usually Pam was someone he could count on to not rub him the wrong way, someone that he actually liked.

"Alright. What brought this on?"

He refused to glance around the office as he moved to behind the desk, watching her gather her things. "Robert told me I had to."

Her head snapped up at that, looking worried, but she was looking at Jim. Dwight turned to look that way too, not surprised that Jim was watching them, and whatever he saw on her face made him frown. Jim was shaking his head but Pam reached out to grab Dwight's hand, odd enough that he didn't even think to pull away and her voice was serious, "Dwight, did he… he is a creep. Just don't… just don't, okay?"

"Don't what?"

She looked a little embarrassed at that, "I don't know Dwight, I just know that he is a creep and that you wouldn't volunteer to work at reception."

He tilted his head and realized suddenly that she wouldn't voluntarily go back to reception either, and suddenly he wondered if he wasn't the first person that Robert had tried to coerce. His temper flared at that, at the thought of him talking to Pam like he had been talked to, and his voice lowered so no one could hear, "If he touched you…"

Her eyes widened at that and she lowered her voice to match his, "He didn't. He tried… Jim and I were going to quit and he backed down, but stuck me in reception. Did he want you to go to his place for… a late dinner?"

It was too much for him to take, what she was implying to much an affront to him as a man… even if it was true. He wasn't used to sharing his feelings and he violently yanked the chair out, forcing her to step back, "I'm not a girl, Pam."

"Dwight-"

"I've got work to do." He turned the computer monitor towards him and picked up the headset, trying to look busy.

"Dwight if he-"

Jim appeared at her shoulder, taking her hand and pulling her away despite her protests, trying to explain to her to leave it alone. Dwight pretended like he didn't hear any of it, especially not the part where Jim told her that he would handle it. There was nothing for him to handle, he would work at reception for a few days until Robert got bored with the idea and then he could put this behind him. He certainly wasn't going to do what the other was asking… even though the thought of regaining any power held in front of his face was enticing. But would he really sink that low for a little bit of power?

He didn't have much time to consider it during the day, running the reception desk was as humiliating for him as Robert intended it to be, especially when everyone took advantage of it, leaving him doing pointless errands most of the day. Nellie seemed particularly interested, spending a good amount of time at the desk watching him work, and it was more awkward than he would have thought because he was well aware that he was dragged into this because apparently Nellie wanted him. He had thought the thing in Florida was behind them, she had been very drunk that night and had never mentioned it again but apparently there was more to it than that.

Jim was suspiciously absent from the mocking, and that always made him worry more. Whenever he avoided the easy taunt it usually meant he was plotting for something more. So after lunch when he finally meandered his way to the reception desk and leaned on it Dwight didn't even spare him a look. "Hey."

Dwight gave him the best dirty look he could, "I'm sitting at the desk, but understand that I'm not your girlfriend. Do not flirt with me."

"Wife. She is my wife. And since when is hey flirting?"

"What do you want?"

"Maybe I have copies I need made."

Dwight's face flushed, but he pushed down the resentment. "You don't have any papers in your hands."

Jim shrugged and reached out to take a piece of candy, "You do look awfully cute here behind the desk. I thought it was Pam, but maybe it's just the position." Behind him Pam rolled her eyes but was smiling.

"Go away."

"Not very friendly-"

"I have work to do Jim."

"Of course." He hesitated though, moving the pencil cup to the other side of the desk, grinning when Dwight snatched it and put it back. "You're sure everything is okay?"

"Yes."

"What were you and Robert talking about?"

"None of your business."

"Okay." He turned but paused, turning back but finally shook his head and headed to his desk.

Pam was waiting for him when he got there, "Well?"

"It's Dwight, I mean… I'm sure he is fine. He wouldn't … you don't think he would do anything right? Not if he didn't want to?"

She busied herself with turning her computer on and getting her papers straightened, lowering her voice to make sure no one else, especially Dwight, overheard her. "I think he'd do anything for a promotion, especially if Robert makes him be reception in the meantime."

"He didn't sleep with Nellie in Florida though, not even for a VP job."

She shrugged, "Would he have caved if you weren't there though?"

"I really don't think so Pam."

"Would he have caved if she had yelled at him?" Robert chose that moment to come out of his conference room, heading straight for the reception desk, and Jim hurriedly went back to working.

"Dwight, how is reception treating you?"

He barely glanced at the man, and wouldn't admit it but he was glad there was a desk between them. "Fine. It is a simple job much below my abilities."

Behind them Pam let out an involuntary snort at that, but they ignored her. "It seems to fit you well, Dwight. Why don't you put the calls to voicemail and run and get me a coffee."

Silence reigned for a few moments before Dwight tilted his head down, shoulders slumping in something like defeat, "Of course, what would you like?"

"That's not his job." Pam didn't realize the words had come from her and she barely repressed a cringe but added slightly less confidently, "It isn't his job."

"Would you prefer to get my coffee?"

"I'll get it." Dwight had scrambled to his feet, and of all the things she expected it wasn't for him to give Robert an appeasing smile, "I'm happy to get it."

Pam looked away, catching Jim's glance and they wore matching frowns. Robert looked instantly cocky at that, and moved around the side of the desk mirroring Dwight until he stood directly in his way. Dwight's smile faltered, eyes widening and he stepped backwards, which made Robert smile. "Just a black coffee."

He went to move around him but Robert reached out one arm to stop him, and Jim and Pam watched Dwight cringe away from where he touched him. Dwight scrambled to cover his unease though, "Did… did you need something else?"

Everyone was nervous of Robert and was making a point of not watching, and Robert took advantage of it, backing Dwight up against the desk and reaching out one hand across his hip.

It was Jim that made a noise that time, a clattering as he fought his natural instinct to move to his feet and stared hard at his computer. Pam looked up at him and that was when she realized she could see Robert's reflection in the windows of the manager's office, and even though Dwight was squirming at the closeness Robert wasn't even looking at him. He was watching Jim. She watched him until he looked back to Dwight and leaned forward, whispering hurriedly to Jim, "I think he's doing this for our benefit Jim, he's watching your reaction."

Jim glanced at them, and even though Dwight was clearly distressed and it made him want to do something, Jim trusted Pam and rocked to his feet, nodding towards the break room. "Pam, join me for a cup of coffee?"

She nodded and got up without looking behind her and just before they entered the break room she noticed Robert back off of Dwight and head back to the conference room, leaving Dwight to pull himself together and head out to get Robert's coffee.