It was a sunny, quiet day in the loft. Winston was sleeping on his adjusted schedule, and Schmidt was at work. Unfortunately Nick was also out somewhere, and Jess needed to transfer a file that she'd started working on on his computer.
It'd be silly to wait, she thought to herself, not even sure if he was coming home soon or if he was working until late. So she clicked open his door and made herself comfortable at his desk, prying open his laptop.
She sat absentmindedly enjoying the quiet of his room. When his computer finally booted up, she opened his word processor and started looking for her file.
Something caught her eye.
The filename tempted her from the top of his list of recent files. Jess felt a rush of excitement and pride when she realized that Nick had made some progress on his novel. Should I? She thought to herself, but her finger had already clicked Open, and she told herself she would just peek ahead and see what he had written.
The page filled the screen and, feeling just a little bit like she was doing something bad, she started to take it all in.
Pepperwood's Nighttime Adventures
It was dark, real dark, the kinda night where you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face, even if you had a shiny ring on. The summer air was hot and heavy. Julius Pepperwood, zombie detective, halted at the entrance to his office. Through the window above the door he could see that a light was on inside. He wasn't expecting any visitors. He'd sent his sidekick, Jessica Night, home earlier in the day. The heat was taking a lot out of them. Frowning, he placed one hand on the gun at his side as he opened the door. His heart was pounding like a kick drum in his chest. Julius Pepperwood was tough, real tough, out there on the streets. But the thought of danger coming to find him in his office spooked him a little.
Jessica paused, enjoying the mood Nick had set at the beginning of this chapter, though she was disappointed to see that she wouldn't be included in the night's adventures.
She flicked her eyes down to the next paragraph.
The sight in front of him didn't do anything to slow his heartbeat. His assistant was standing up high on his desk, reaching above her head for some old case law volumes he kept out of the way in the bookshelves. If he was being honest, he kept them mostly for show, their gilded edges and soft leather bindings granting a serious look and an even more impressive smell to his digs. But enough about the books.
His assistant stood tall with her back towards the door, and was tipping away from him trying to extend her reach. He took her in for several seconds, pale white slim legs stretching high, sky high. She was wearing a short black pleated skirt and from his angle he could almost see the crease where her flawless ass met the top of her creamy thighs.
Jessica's heart skipped a beat. He was taking a lot more time describing her than he normally did… a little apprehensive, she read on, quickly now trying to make sense of this chapter.
She was still reaching up, running a finger along the volumes on the top shelf, looking for one in particular. Her arm stretched up above her head and from his place on the floor, Pepperwood could enjoy her body. Her tight black sweater moulded perfectly to her tight stomach and as she reached he could make out her ribcage and the mounds of her gorgeous breasts. Her slim, pale arm gracefully moved down the row of books. When she finally found the volume she wanted, drawing it down from the shelf, he was momentarily disappointed to lose his view.
Then she turned around.
Her sweater cut dangerously low down across her tits, and with the movement of stretching and reaching, the fabric had shifted. Her dark blue bra was sticking up slightly above the neckline, and her breasts had shifted too, now partially sticking out from the top of her sweater.
Jess, still in her seat, too shocked to stand up, scooted away from the computer screen. What the hell was she reading? Was he having some fun, transfixed with a fantasy, or was this going to turn into full blown…erotic fiction?! Trying to read faster, she scrolled down to the bottom of the first page.
"Oh!" she expressed, surprised to see Pepperwood standing there. But she didn't fix her shirt. "Julius, I was hoping you could fill me in on our new case." I'll fill you in, Pepperwood thought, but kept that thought to himself. His cock had grown hard in his trousers at the sight of her long, naked legs and even harder at her exposed breasts, but thankfully his summer trench coat would keep that quiet too.
His assistant sat perched at the edge of his desk, and crossed and uncrossed her legs slowly. Pepperwood happened to be looking. He saw that she was potentially not wearing any underwear. Encouraged, he shrugged off his trench coat. Maybe if she noticed his erection, it wouldn't be the worst thing ever.
They seemed to be on the same page, as his sexy assistant extended her long, graceful arm and turned her wrist up, beconing him over with a confident clutch of her fingers. Pepperwood stepped closer, trying not to betray that anything was amiss. When he stopped a foot and half in front of her, she dropped her arm low and traced a finger up the side of his rock hard cock through his thin trousers. She paused at the top but did not stop touching him, rubbing the head of his dick with the pad of her thumb. "Or maybe," she whispered, "you could fill me in with something more personal."
Jess's first reaction was, does that sentence even make sense?
Her second, and more lasting reaction was… WHAT THE HELL. Realizing how...personal this story was about to become, she closed the document and snapped his computer shut. Flushing now with embarrassment, she stood up and ran from his room, straight into hers.
Once inside she shut the door and started pacing. What the fuck what the FUCK? How could Nick be writing SMUT about them? Why was he doing this? Was he posting it online? Was he… sharing it with Schmidt and Winston? Were they laughing about it? After the revelation of the no-nail oath, she didn't know exactly where she stood with them or what else went on behind her back. How the hell could she have become a trampy character in his stories?
She heard the front door open and shut, and someone shuffle down the hall. It had to be Nick. Wow, Jess paused, feeling afraid. That was close. About the only thing worse than this would have been getting caught.
Jess looked down at her arms, at her body. From the sounds of the story, Nick had spent quite some time examining her. She felt really weird, and pretty angry.
But what could she even do about it? It wouldn't be easy to confront Nick, especially now that things were starting to get a little bit back to normal after he'd kissed her. Ugh, maybe he'd only kissed her to get more details for his writing porn. The thought made her sad.
She was really upset, and really embarrassed. I don't even know if I can tell Cece about this, Jess thought ruefully.
As the afternoon ticked by, she would try to work on other things, in her room with her door shut, but her mind just kept coming back to that story. As the shock wore off, it gave way to some surprising feelings. She expected to be so angry that she never wanted to talk to Nick again, and certainly not use his computer.
But by suppertime, the most urgent feeling she had was curiosity. What else happened in his latest chapter? The more she thought about it, she didn't even know for sure - sure enough to confront him - if the sexy woman in the story was her. She was determined to find out.