Please remember as you read this first chapter that this is most definitely going to be an Olicity fic and a smutty one at that.
As Vice President of Palmer Technologies Felicity Smoak had well and truly made the big leagues. Her years of study at MIT and climbing the coperate ladder had paid off in a big way when Mr Ray Palmer had realised just how brilliant she was and made her head of Research and Development. She spent her days building the technology of tomorrow, and while she was aware of how cheesy that sounded she absolutely loved it. So much so that she barely noticed the long hours that left her little time to sleep and absolutely no time to have anything resembling a social life. If she wasn't in her beautiful top floor executive office she was in the lab or at home for a brief sleep and change of clothes before she was at it again. Many people told her on a regular basis she needed to get a life, get out more but her work was her life and she was content.
While her mind was content and she was emotionally fulfilled her body was somewhat of a traitor. As it turned out, no matter how many times she told certain parts of her anatomy she simply had no time for their shenanigans they simply wouldn't listen. It had been almost a year since her the last of her booty call options from college had dried up and Felicity simply didn't have time to date or hell to even go to a bar and be bothered to comb through the losers there in order to find a decent option for a one night stand that wasn't a total psycho. What girl really had time for that? So there Felicity was in her exectutive office after a particularly stressful day when all of her bodily urges were on full tilt and her latest prototype had failed to perform when she made the awful mistake of just telling herself she would rest her eyes for a second, laying her head down on her desk.
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"Felicity... Felicity wake up." She opened her eye to see a partially blurry outline of her boss standing over her. She realised the blur was because her glasses were only half on so she quickly sat up and straightened them.
"Ray, sorry I must have fallen asleep sorry." Felicity hurriedly apologized.
"Felicity it is 10 o'clock on a Tuesday night. If anything you should be apoligizing for still being here instead of at home asleep." Ray said with a kind smile. He knew Felicity was dedicated, it was the whole reason he had hired her, but sometimes he worried about her.
"Come on, I'm walking you down to the parking garage myself. And don't you dare come in before 9 o'clock tomorrow either." Ray ordered with a teasing smile. "Get your bag, Ms Smoak. I'm kicking you out of my building."
Felicity couldn't help but laugh. She and Ray may have clashed spectacularly when he had set his sights so firmly on recruiting her from the opposition but that had soon changed. While she was ambitious she always promised she wouldn't compromise her beliefs or her integrity and work for someone she didn't want to. Eventually though she had seen through Ray's somewhat pushy exterior to the kind man beneath who had merely realised her potential and pursued her to for the good of his company. He was like a small child in a strangely charming way; wildly creative and somewhat petulant when pursuing the things he wanted. They had become fast friends and they got along well.
"Okay, okay. Has anyone ever told you you're bossy, Mr Palmer." Felicity teased back, grabbing her coat and bag.
"That's because I'm the boss, Ms Smoak." Palmer ribbed, pressing the elevator call button.
Before long they were both in the elevator and heading to the basement parking lot.
"You know sometimes I worry about you Felicity." Palmer said. "Maybe I should have a chat to your boss about how much stress he puts you under."
"You should, he is kind of a hard ass." Felicity joked back before she realised just what she had said. "I mean not that I have you know considered your ass. Or looked. I mean of course I have. I'm pretty sure every woman in the building has. I mean... shut up, Felicity!"
Of all the times to start babbling it had to be about her boss's ass. She didn't even see him that way! It was all purely and mutually platonic.
"You know as CEO and Vice President we should be working together Felicity." Ray said slowly, the energy in the elevator shifting. "So tell me, is there anything I can do to help with all that stress."
Felicity looked up as he closed the distance between them, standing right in front of her in the already small space of the elevator. She had to admit he was handsome. All tall build with wide shoulders. Before she even had time to second guess herself she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down for a blistering kiss. Ray responded immediately and slammed the emergency stop button on the elevator before pressing her up against the side of the elevator. He kissed her hard and fast and she could feel her toes curling inside her designer heels. Her back arched towards him, in part because she wanted to be close but also because the hand rail of the elevator was digging into her back.
Ray wasted no time, lifting her as if she weighed nothing to sit on the rail, pressing his body roughly she could feel all of him as her legs wound around him and her heels pressed into his back. His hips bucked against hers as she tore his tie from around his neck and pushed his jacket roughly from his shoulders. He responded in kind, unbuttoning her blouse and running his hands all over every piece of skin he could reach. Felicity's impatience took over as she reached for his belt, roughly tearing open his pants and Ray seemed to get the hint. His hands dropped to her thighs and pushed up her skirt and a firm hand reached to pull aside the last scrap of lace before he thrust home with a shattering groan as Felicity gasped.
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With the same gasp, Felicity sat bolt upright and looked around wildly only to see she was still in her office and all the office high rises out her window had long turned out all their lights.
"What the fuck!" She screamed to herself as she catalogued her surroundings and the particularly vivid dream she had just had about her boss.
"What the fuck indeed." Sara Lance, the head of security and Felicity's closest friend, said as she came striding into her office. "It's 10 o'clock, what the hell are you still doing here? We have talked about this."
Sara was the ring leader in the "Felicity you need to work less and relax more before you collapse in an exhausted heap" club.
"You're still here too." Felicity squeeked with wide eyes.
"I'm the head of Security and I only started at 5 for the night shift. I know for a fact you have been here since 6 this morning when my shift ended." Sarah chastised before she began to notice Felicity's frazzled appearance.
"Are you okay?" Sara asked with a raised eyebrow as she noticed a sheen of sweat on her friends brow and her terrified eyes.
"What!? Of course I am. What wouldn't I be?" Felicity asked frantically in an voice that was at least an octave higher than her usual tone.
"You tell me, you are the one that looks like you've seen a ghost. Or a kangaroo." Sara said teasing her friend over the hilarious memory of when they had gone to the Zoo on one of Felicity's rare weekends off when Sarah had insisted they were going to do "normal non-workaholic things".
Felicity paused for a deep breath and rubbed her hands frantically over her puffy eyes.
"Seriously Felicity, what is going on." Sara asked, her tone considerably more concerned.
"It's nothing. I just..." Felicity trailed off. "You have to promise not to tell anyone."
"Head of security remember. Discreet is my trade!" Sara replied pulling up a see in front of Felicity's desk. "Now spill."
Felicity took a deep steadying breath before steeling herself.
"I just had a dream..." Felicity said in a hushed tone. "About Ray!"
Sara merely looked at her confused. "So? I mean yeah that's a little weird but I don't see the big... OH!"
Felicity watched as her best friends eyes widened when the penny dropped.
"You had a sex dream about Palmer!" Sara yelled. "You like our boss!?"
"No! That's the thing I really don't." Felicity hurried to explain. "We are friends, completely platonic friends! I have no desire to change that at all!"
"Then why the hell have you been having naughty dreams about him!" Sarah accused and she couldn't help but see the hilarity of the situation as her friends stared back at her with wild, terrified eyes!
"I don't know! I've been on edge lately and I guess he was the last guy I saw. What the hell is wrong with me!" Felicity cried and banged her head on the desk.
Sara couldn't help it any longer as she burst out in peels of laughter that had her doubling over and grabbing her sides.
"Sara! This is not funny!" Felicity hissed in a harsh stage whisper.
Of course her scandalised face only made Sara laugh harder.
"I told you that you need to get out more!" Sara laughed when she had finally regained enough breath to manage a sentence. "You aren't feeling naughty things for bossman, you are just good old fashioned horny. I mean lets face it, even I have to admit Palmer has a nice ass and I bat for the other team!"
Felicity acquiesced with a small shrug even though this didn't make the whole situation any less weird.
"You need to get laid, Smoak! I keep telling you!" Sara told her friend, still getting the last of her laughing fit under control.
"Oh, who has time for that?" Felicity grumbled as she started tidying desk. She knew Sara was going to forcibly eject of from the building soon if she didn't go home voluntarily.
"Um, everyone! Everyone who likes having fun because sex is so fun." Sara grinned salaciously.
"As much as I live vicariously through yours and Nyssa's overactive sex life, now is not the time for details Sara." Felicity sighed. If she had to hear about how much better her friends actually existent sex life was in her current state she would surely scream.
"You know there is a solution." Sara said conspiratorially.
"Yeah, go out, find a guy, get laid. You have already told me a million times." Felicity said with a roll of her eyes. "I don't have time for that and with my luck it would probably end up in psyho-skin-suit territory."
"Don't be so dramatic, Felicity." Sara said with another laugh. "No, I consult with a few other companies that also have female executives and when one suddenly became a whole lot more relaxed I had to ask. Boy did I get more than I bargained for."
Sara was just grinning at Felicity, anticipating her friends reaction to what she was about to say.
"What are you talking about?" Felicity asked though her interest was piqued. Even she had to admit the stress was getting to her a bit lately.
"Well she told me about this company called "Lenore's Executive Therapy" that offer a unique kind of stress relief to successful, busy career driven women." Sara explained. "She said that the attractive young therapist they sent her was very effective."
"Sara we already have productivity and stress councilors on the payroll. Why would I call some random therapist company?" Felicity asked as Sara giggled at the way her confused face scrunched up as her exhausted brain tried to process.
"Oh so niave Felicity." Sara sing-songed.
"Ugh, I'm too tired for this." Felicity said, banging her head back down on her desk.
"Felicity, it's a front." Sara finally said when the dangling game became boring. "For high class male prostitutes."
For the second time that night Felicity's head whipped up from the desk. "What!?" Felicity screamed.
Felicity's scandalised shock only served to send Sara into a fresh fit of laughter.
"What's the big deal? It's simple supply and demand." Sara shrugged with her typical laid back attitude. "Hell I would even call it a public service if half of Jane's stories are true."
Sara's wicked grin told Felicity that she should most definitely not ask for details.
"Sara, there is no way I'm going to hire someone for that." Felicity said and she felt her eyes start to droop again. "Oh man, I can't do any more of this crazy tonight."
"Just letting you know." Sara said innocently. "What are friends for?"
"Sure, you're a peach." Felicity said with a teasing grin as she gathered her stuff to leave. "I'm gunna go home."
"Good plan, though you are certainly not driving." Sara said, pulling out her protective big sister routine. "I'll have John drive you home."
Normally Felicity would object but she knew Sara's right hand man John Diggle well and if she was being honest, she probably shouldn't be behind the wheel.
"Uh, fine. But I am taking a cab in tomorrow morning like a normal person." Felicity countered. She hated having people chauffeur her around and had held on to her beloved Mini despite her huge paycheck and the full time town car service that came with her executive position.
"Fine." Sara acquiesed as she followed Felicity out of her office and to the elevators. "Oh and Felicity?" Sara said as the elevator opened and Felicity stepped inside.
"Sweet dreams." Sara said with a wink and a grin as the elevator doors shut and she went for her patrol of the executive offices.
Felicity just rolled her eyes as she rode the elevator down to the parking garage where Digg would be waiting for her.
Felicity woke the next morning after a dreamless night which on one hand she was thankful for but on the other, maybe another salacious dream might have kept her imagination occupied. She went about her normal morning routine of copious caffine and for some reason she couldn't stop thinking about the conversation she'd had with Sara. It was so crazy! I mean there was absolutely no way she was going to ever, ever call up and order that kind of service. Ever!
As Felicity was musing about all the things she would never do while sipping her coffee, her tablet sitting on her kitchen bench distracted her. She was curious. Hell she just wanted to see if what Sara said was actually legit!
Before she knew it she was seated on a stool at her breakfast bar and opening a Google search. All the while telling herself it was crazy, Felicity typed the words "Lenore's Executive Therapy" into the search bar. The first result immediately confirmed that there was indeed one such business based in Starling City. Felicity was in way too deep to not hit the link and bring up the homepage. She was greeted with a very professional looking webpage with an icon of a red headed woman she assumed was Lenore and a very short and vague statement about the company. Felicity figured they must work on referrals only. She looked at the phone number on the page, staring intensely as it taunted her and her coffee went cold.
She didn't know what possessed her but before Felicity knew it she had her phone in hand and was dialing the number. Before she had a chance to reconsider, someone picked up on the first ring.
"This is Lenore, how may I help you." A woman greeted and Felicity suddenly realised she had just called the number for a male prostitute agency and quickly hung up the phone without saying a word.
"This is crazy!" Felicity muttered to herself as she jumped up to finish her morning routine. She pushed all thoughts of Lenore and the stress relief her "therapists" might offer her out of her mind.
Felicity's day had been mercifully less eventful than the one before and she found herself in her office at 5 o'clock vastly ahead on the work she had hoped to finish and none of her projects had imploded. It was a good day. She should have known it wouldn't last.
Ray came by her office as he was headed out to a charity event that night.
"Hey Felicity, how is the Atom project coming along." Ray asked, checking in about the new defense technology project they had started.
Felicity looked up and found herself going all weird and mushy as she saw her boss in a particularly well fitted designer tux. What the hell? Felicity asked herself silently. He wears suits all the damn time, get a hold of yourself.
"Hmmmm?" Felicity asked distractedly since she couldn't even remember what he had asked. This was frankly getting ridiculous.
"The Atom project?" Ray asked again with a raised brow.
"Oh, yes! Good actually. The team actually brought me complete blueprints for one of the prototypes today. They look good. We could move to the production phase as early as next month."
"That's great." Ray said with a smile. "Well keep me in the loop. I have scheduled a meeting with your EA tomorrow so we can talk details then."
"Sounds good." Felicity said with a smile.
"Well I better get going." Ray said, adjusting his tie. "Charities to promote, cheques to write. Please tell me you will call it an early night."
"I promise." Felicity lied. "Have a good night."
With one final nod Ray turned and left her office and against every trace of better judgement she found her eyes drifting to his Prada clad ass.
Sweet Jesus, Sara was right. Felicity felt as though she had developed a deadly fever in the last two seconds.
"That's it!" she growled to herself when Ray had left. She snatched her phone up and before she could think too hard about it, she scrolled through her call history and found that number. She pressed call and told her better judgment to shut the hell up. It hadn't helped her so far.
For the second time today she heard the greeting "This is Lenore, how may I help?"
"Hi yes, my name is Felicity." Felicity answered before she chickened out again. "I was referred by a friend."
"Yes of course, what can I do for you?" Lenore answered.
"I would like to book a... ahhh... therapist." Felicity said slowly. She had not idea what the protocols were for this kind of call.
"Of course. For tonight?" Lenore suggested, probably sensing her nervousness and not wanting a potential client to back out.
"Yes, um if that is possible tonight is good." Felicity answered as her phone became slippery in her clammy palm.
"Of course, when and where would you like to arrange to meet."
"Oh um the Starling Grand Hotel at nine?" Felicity rattled off one of the few five star hotels she knew of, knowing it was across the city and that people she knew wouldn't likely frequent.
"Perfect. He can meet you in the bar at 9 o'clock." Lenore said. "Can you give me some details so he can recognize you?"
"Uh, blonde... I'll wear a pink scarf." Felicity said even though she felt ridiculous with her failed attempt at a clandestine rendezvous.
Lenore asked Felicity for her credit card for payment and Felicity relayed it in a blur.
"Thank you Felicity, I hope you have a nice night." Lenore finished the call with what could only be described as a verbal wink and then hung up.
Felicity was left sitting in her office still clutching the phone to her ear and silently freaking out. What the hell had she done? She noticed on the large digital clock on her desk that it was 5:30 and she had three and a half hours until her "session". Screw it, this was happening!
Felicity had decided that if she was doing this thing, she was doing it right. She left work early and even left herself enough time to go home and change into nice clothes and redo her makeup before driving back across town to the hotel. She figured that since she never got a chance to date and that probably wasn't changing anytime in the near future she might as well use it as an excuse to dress up and look nice. At exactly nine o'clock she was sitting at the bar of the Starling Grand in a sleek black dress with a fuchsia pink scarf around her neck that perfectly matched her lipstick and a suite key in her clutch purse. Just as she was beginning to think she should make a run for it a deep voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Felicity?" Someone asked her from behind and she turned on her stool to see the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. He had sandy blonde hair, shocking blue eyes and stubble across his strong jaw and Felicity couldn't help but wonder how it would feel dragging along her upper thigh. Not to mention he had a frame that could only hint at the perfect physique underneath his clothes.
"Hi, I'm Jason."
If you guys haven't watched Stephen's episodes of Hung, please go do that. You will be anything but sorry ;p