Author's note: Being a collection of rare pairings, none of these ships will involve Trevor as he gets a good 95% of the GTA V ships. The other characters need love too, especially characters such as Lamar, Tracy, Ron, and Molly because hardly anybody writes pairings involving them.

Seriously. I've seen about three Lamar fics, one or two Tracy fics, and one Ron fic in comparison to the literal billions of Trevor/Michael fics and Trevor/OC fics, and I've never seen a Molly fic.

I felt it was time that these under appreciated characters got some lovin'. Also, even though this story is rated M, the sex scenes aren't that graphic, as I prefer romantic stuff over porn without plot.

Fun. The very definition of that word was foreign to Molly. Life wasn't about fun, it was about starting at the bottom and working your way to the top. She didn't get where she was by having fun.

Though she believed that policy, she couldn't help but feel a little ripped off. She was raised to believe that you could get anything you wanted if you worked hard enough, so why was her endless effort going unnoticed?

She wanted more than money or power; she had plenty of those things. What she truly desired was her boss, Devin Weston. The man was a prick, no doubt about it, but there was some sort of twisted lust and craving there, even if she didn't understand why she was so attracted to him.

Devin was the kind of guy who got the best of everything the world had to offer him. He had twelve different mansions in twelve different countries, he drove the world's sexiest cars and screwed the hottest supermodels ever to walk the Earth.
And yet, he seemed to find his assistant about as attractive as a nasty case of penile warts. Nothing she did seemed to get his attention. Even if she showed up to work naked and lay sprawled on his desk, he likely wouldn't even bat an eye.

Molly was filled with jealously and even hatred every time she saw him get cozy with some silicone filled bimbo, which happened more than she'd care to admit. What did these empty headed plastic Barbie doll girls have that she didn't? She was a real woman who longed for him, so why couldn't Devin see that?

She was a logical woman, and knew that all problems have solutions. If Devin wouldn't notice her on his own, she was going to exploit his biggest weakness: jealously. If he knew she was banging another man, his jealousy would get the best of him and he'd feel the need to prove himself to her. It was a simple plan, albeit one that had been working for people like her for hundreds of years.

Tonight was the night she was going to set phase one in motion, and the most important factor in her plan was the one and only Michael De Santa.

The secretary would buzz him in soon, leaving Molly with a few minutes to spare.

She activated the webcam on her laptop, hit record, put it on a nearby shelf and carefully arranged it so it was facing her desk. She then rearranged some items on the shelf to conceal the computer but leave the webcam visible.

Barely able to contain her excitement, she sat at her desk and tried to maintain a blasé expression as she waited.

She didn't have to wait long.

The office door clicked open and Michael strode in. He was wearing his usual grey suit, much to Molly's delight. He wasn't as handsome as Devin in her eyes, but he was handsome enough, plus she couldn't resist a man in a suit.

She stood up and pleasantly greeted him. "Thank you for coming, Mr. De Santa. Care for a drink?"

Michael shrugged. "Sure. You have any whiskey?"

"Of course." Molly sauntered over to the nearby minibar and filled a glass for him.

Michael observed her as she did this. She seemed a little more laid back and slightly less robotic, but he couldn't think of why.

He accepted the glass and wasted no time in draining it.

Molly sat on the edge of her desk in a fashion that showed as much leg as possible. "Mr. Weston is very pleased with the work you and your crew have done for him. He's received all five cars and is intensely looking forward to driving them."

Michael leaned back in his seat. "Yeah, about that. We haven't seen one fucking penny. When's he going to pay us?"

"Soon. He needs to test drive all the cars before he can send a payment."

Michael rolled his eyes. He should have known. He had met a lot of assholes in his time, but Devin Weston was one of the biggest. The man had more money than he could hope to spend in his life, yet he felt the need to scam people anyways.

"What a prick. I don't know how you can tolerate working for that guy."

Molly chuckled and hopped off her desk. Enough dawdling and petty conversation, it was time to put her plan in action. She stood behind Michael and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"That's why I called you here. Devin can't pay you now, but I'd like to thank you for your hard work. Of course, merely handing over stacks of cash isn't really my style. I'd like to thank you a little more...personally."

She slid in front of him and sat on his lap, running her right hand through his hair and touching his face with her left. The sitting immediately turned into straddling, and she leaned close and seductively brushed her face against his, taking in every aspect of him as she did so.

At first, Michael didn't know how to react to this. He was trying to be more faithful to Amanda, but moments like these really tested his morals. He still loved Amanda, or at least he thought he did. They had always fought over the course of their twenty year relationship. Wether it was about money, drugs, Trevor, hookers, or Amanda's harem of younger men, they fought monthly, sometimes even weekly.

On the other hand, Molly was completely opposite to Amanda in nearly every way. She was classy, sophisticated, and far too intelligent to be working for an arrogant tool like Devin. As attractive as she was, Michael had a few doubts about the situation, which dwindled every time Molly stroked him.

"Look, I don't know..." he began to speak but was cut off when Molly started gently biting his neck.

Her lips ghosted over his face as she whispered to him. "Forget about Amanda. She doesn't want you anymore. I do. I want you, Michael. Right here, right now, on my desk."

She didn't have to say anything else, as what remained of Michael's guard was shattered.

He thought about Amanda. He thought about all the screaming matches, about all the affairs she had, about all the other men she fucked behind his back. The pool boy, the Guatemalan gardener, both of the mailmen, Jimmy's third grade teacher, the list went on and on.
Screw it. If she could cheat, why couldn't he? Sure, he had nailed some hookers on the side, but unlike his wife, he had never had an affair.

His mind was made up, he couldn't say no to Molly. There was a tiny part of him telling him to back out, but his hardening length was telling him to go ahead guns blazing. Quitting was for pussies. If she wanted him so bad, she could have him, whenever she wanted and for as long as she wanted. He didn't even think as he responded.

"Okay."

Molly bit her lip as she smiled. She reached out and slowly unbuckled Michael's belt, then swiftly yanked his pants down to see what he was packing.

"Hey! I didn't think you were going to pants me like that! Jeez, you're worse than Trevor." Michael spoke with slight annoyance, but made no effort to cover up.

Molly grinned approvingly. "Mmm. Seven and a half inches. Not bad, Mr. De Santa."

She unbuttoned her grey slacks and turned her ass towards him as she slid them down to reveal a pair of silk panties, which she wasted no time in removing. Instead of kicking them off, she let them hang from one foot.

She took Michael by the hand and led him back to her desk, instructing him to climb up with her.

Her desk was on the large side, and it would accommodate the two of them quite nicely. Cups were knocked to the ground and papers were scattered as she laid on her back and he eagerly thrust into her.

For several days before their 'appointment', Molly had spent a good chunk of time wondering what Michael was like in bed. Was he rough and dominant, slow and loving, or somewhere in between?

She now had the answer to that question, and it was one she found herself enjoying immensely. He wasn't overly rough, but wasn't too clumsy and unconfident either. In fact, his pumping speed was just right, about as close to perfect as one could get.

She leaned up and passionately french kissed him. He wasted no time in returning the favor.
As much as she savored the kiss, she was craving to feel those lips on other parts of her body. In one quick motion, she looked him right in the eye and motioned to her chest.

Michael understood immediately. Still keeping pace, he undid her shirt and slid his hands into her bra, tenderly massaging her breasts as he planted kisses all down her chest. Before too long, he was on the receiving end as well, as Molly's hands squeezed and fondled his ass.

Molly arched her back, dug her nails into his flesh and released an involuntary moan. Goddamn, he was good at this. Some things, such as fine wines, get better with age, and Michael was definitely one of those things. Pulling off masterful heists wasn't his only skill, he'd had many years of experience and knew how to please a woman.

Another moan of pleasure left her mouth as he hit her G spot once more. If he kept this up, she wouldn't be able to last much longer. A few more minutes went by until she couldn't take it anymore and experienced the most powerful orgasm she'd had in years, sending tingling chills up her spine. Not even two seconds later, Michael hit his own climax and came inside her.

Both exhausted and still feeling the effects of their intense orgasms, they separated and laid motionless for a minute as they recovered.

Molly readjusted her glasses, which had been knocked askew in the midst of their causal fuck session. "Wow. I can't lie here, Michael. You're one of the best lays I've had in years."

"I've had a lot of practice, but the feeling is mutual. Let's just say this is the one and only appointment I've ever enjoyed." Michael laughed softly as he bent over to pick up his discarded pants.

The two of them got redressed in relative silence, but Molly's mind was racing. She hadn't thought about Devin even once after Michael set foot in her office. In fact, she had almost forgotten about her original plan.

Did she even want Devin anymore? She wasn't sure. What if he cheated on her with a supermodel half his age? What if he could only last five minutes?

She had to make a decision fast, as Michael was already moving towards the door. She didn't know him that well, but he had treated her better than Devin ever had.

All Devin really had going for him was looks. Truthfully, he was a self centered, pompous ass who was a little too invested in Yoga. Money was his only love, he wouldn't be happy until he was worth more than Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and Mark Zuckerbug combined.

"Michael, wait." Molly swiftly followed him to the door and put a hand on his shoulder. "I really appreciate what you've done for me today, and I'll make sure Mr. Weston pays you. In the mean time, if you'd ever like to make another personal appointment with me, just let me know."

Michael didn't need to be informed twice. He'd schedule an appointment with her everyday for the rest of his years if he could.

"How about two o' clock next Friday?"