Rufus checked his watch. He sighed. Scarlet should have been here five minutes ago. He twirled around in his executive leather chair in vexation. Where could that girl have gotten to? As much as he loved, admired and respected her, she was a lousy timekeeper. He'd already been to the bathroom twice through nerves. Now he thought he needed to go again.
I do not need to go, he told himself, preoccupying himself with thoughts of he and Scarlet in several compromising positions around the office. He decided his favourite was… spread-eagled on the desk, filthying up the nonsensical paperwork he could pay some menial clerk to do if he could be bothered to advertise the job, interview and pay wages.
Finally, a curvaceous form appeared outside. Rufus stood up, removed his jacket, loosened his tie and perched himself on the desk.
"Come in," he growled seductively, running a hand briskly through his hair.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. President?" Scarlet whispered nervously from the open doorway.
He smiled, feeling his heart beat harder and faster. "Call me Rufus," he said in a soft voice he hardly ever used. He beckoned to the shy girl in the sexy dress. "C'mon. Don't be shy."
Scarlet walked tentatively towards the unusually casual president. She'd assumed that he'd wanted to talk about a pay-rise or something. But that seemed the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
Al of a sudden, a pleasurable thought crossed her mind.
"Mr. Pres… uh, I mean… Rufus," she stammered, suddenly very nervous "Are you… coming onto me?"
Rufus laughed. "Heck, no!" he exclaimed. "Would I abuse my power in such a way by sexually harassing my staff?" Then he leapt off the desk, wrapping his strong arms around the girl, and began to kiss her before she could say anything in reply.
Scarlet stood, breathless for a moment. Was this for real? Did President Rufus Shinra really like her as much as she'd always admired him? She thought a bit of harmless flirting would be a little bit of a laugh -- that's why she'd shoved the blueprints down her front -- but she'd never expected anything like this.
Rufus slipped his tongue casually into her mouth as if it had been a complete accident. Scarlet, naturally, was a little fazed by his actions, but nevertheless started to kiss him passionately in return.
The pair finally broke away, almost gasping for breath.
"Does that answer your question?" Rufus said, lustily. He reached down, touching her thighs, running his fingers up and down the silky straps of material that were keeping her stockings up.
She sighed, burying her cheek in his manly chest. "Oh, yes, Mis… I mean Rufus," she answered, gazing up at him. She remembered him when, six years ago, she had first come to work for Shinra, Inc., as a 16 year old apprentice engineer in the Weapons Division. He'd been a shy seventeen year old, more interested in the workings of a Mako reactor than girls. Not much younger than 'Little Prez,' as he was known at the time, Scarlet often saw him hanging around the weapon engineering workshop, and had grown to admire him immensely. But, knowing the president's son was strictly out of bounds, she had turned her attentions to her boss, Heidegger. Sure, it had been exciting and they'd had good times together, it was nothing like what was happening to her now.
Rufus reached up Scarlet's back as he kissed her and slowly began unzipping her lovely dress. He pressed her head tightly to his chest, and started breathing heavily.
"Oh, Rufus," Scarlet sighed, a wave of emotion consuming her, "why are you doing this?"
Rufus pulled her away from himself to get a better look at her beautiful, flawless face. Her lipstick was smudged and her eyes looked watery, as if she was about to cry. He stepped backward, leading her closer to his desk, and grabbed a tissue from the box on his table. "What's wrong?" he asked, dabbing her eyes. "Don't you like me?"
Scarlet sniffed. "Of course I like you, Rufus," she told him. "It's just that…"
"You think you're betraying Heidegger?" Rufus interrupted, running his soft, cold fingers over Scarlet's face. "Of course you are! But be glad of it, for he's not good enough for you," he added dramatically, before gently kissing her on the lips.
"No, it's not that," Scarlet told him, reaching up to undo his tie. "It's just that… I'm so happy you noticed me."
"Noticed you?" Rufus exclaimed joyfully. "Who wouldn't notice you in that gorgeous dress?" He grinned inanely.
Scarlet slapped him sharply and suddenly across the face. "You guys are all the same, aren't you?" she chirped confidently. "You… disgust me." She pushed him onto his desk and whipped his tie from around his neck.
"That's funny," Rufus quipped. "You don't sound disgusted." He rubbed his sore cheek. "But you sure do have a hard smack on you."
"Kya hah hah haaah," Scarlet laughed evilly. "Want another?" She leaned close to the President and nibbled on his left ear.
Rufus sighed hard. He was enjoying the attention from this girl. Maybe Heidegger wasn't so bad -- being such a dead-weight, Scarlet had probably taught herself to take the initiative when she wanted something.
"Mr. President," Scarlet whispered, sweetly all of a sudden, "hold my hand." She coyly held out her beautiful, slender arm. Rufus obliged her willingly. He couldn't help it, he was under her spell. Everything about her fascinated him; her huge blue eyes, her shapely firm breasts forming a cleavage he just wanted to lose himself in, the fact that she could flaunt her underwear without a care in the world. She was so sweet with him, and he liked it. He squeezed her hand, and leaned to kiss her yet again.
Scarlet wasn't having any of it, though. She grabbed the President's free wrist and bundled his hands together behind his back. Holding his wrists firmly together with one hand (she was a strong girl), she retrieved his tie from the desk.
"Ummm… Scarlet…" Rufus said uncomfortably as he felt her bind his hands together tighter and tighter. "Aren't you going a little too far?"
Scarlet gave him an evil smile. "Hush now, Rufus," she whispered, giving him a butterfly kiss on his nose. "I'm just gonna try something with you that I've wanted to do with Heidegger for ages."
Rufus nodded. "Right," he said, knowing exactly what he was going to get. "Go ahead." He smiled, beginning to feel a lot more comfortable with the situation.
"Now, get in the chair," Scarlet demanded.
Rufus stood up and wandered around to the other side of his desk. He tried to wriggle his hands out of the trap but it was impossible. The more he tried, the tighter it got. He had to admit Scarlet had done a nice job in immobilising his arms.
The temptress perched herself on the desk, revealing a shapely leg. She put a stilettoed foot on Rufus' knee, digging her heel into his leg. She watched him squirm in pain.
"So, Mr. President," Scarlet said. "I suppose you're wondering why I've trussed you up like a turkey."
Rufus nodded, grinning nervously.
"NO!" Scarlet snarled stabbing her heel into his shin.
"Ouch!" Rufus whined. "You've stained my work trousers."
Scarlet looked down at his leg. She shrugged. "Oh, dear," she mumbled sarcastically. Then she cleared her throat, turning back into the dominatrix Rufus clearly admired. "You're supposed to say, 'Yes, Miss Scarlet, please tell me why.' And wipe that stupid smile off your face!"
"Yes, ma'am," Rufus growled.
Scarlet looked at him expectantly. "Go on, then."
Rufus sighed, "Yes, Miss Scarlet, please tell me why," he said reluctantly, feeling stupid.
Scarlet took a hold of the President's stubbly chin and turned his face towards her. "Please tell you what, my dear boy?" she asked sweetly, undoing the top button on his shirt.
Rufus couldn't help laughing. "Why am I trussed up like a turkey, Miss Scarlet?" he giggled, beginning to enjoy himself.
"Stop laughing!" Scarlet yelled. Then calmly, she whispered, "Okay, I'll tell you why."
"Finally getting somewhere," Rufus muttered to himself.
Scarlet's red hot hand hit him across his cheek. "SILENCE!" she demanded loudly. "It's to do this -- when I do finally decide to give you what I know you want… it's so that you keep your filthy, disgusting hands off me." Gently, she rubbed the cheek she'd struck, feeling his prickly 5 o'clock shadow. "Oooh, you're so hot, Mr. President," she whispered to him, slipping a shoulder out of her dress. She jumped onto Rufus' lap, sliding her hand underneath his shirt to tickle his bare chest.
Rufus glanced over at his office door, where he saw a shadowy figure lurking outside, which knocked urgently on the door. Luckily for Rufus, the glass was tinted so that no-one could see inside. God bless the idiot who put that glass there, he thought.
"Er, Scarlet darling," Rufus said awkwardly, "Someone wants in."
"Huh?" Scarlet looked behind her. She sucked in her breath.
"It's okay for now," Rufus admitted. "We're under cover of tinted glass. But whoever that is won't wait forever."
He knew who it was, though. It was Hojo.
"Let's pretend we're not here!" Scarlet whispered.
But Rufus knew that would not be possible. Hojo had the comings and goings of the President down to a fine art; he knew exactly where to find Rufus and when.
The urgent rapping started again.
"Quick," Rufus whispered to the half-undressed Scarlet. "Get under the desk!"
"Do you want me to…" Scarlet offered, making an untying motion with her hands
"No, no, I should be fine," Rufus said, tucking in his chair, checking that Scarlet had enough room under there.
"Ahem. Please come in," he said officially.
The door creaked open and in stepped Shinra's head of science, Hojo. He always reminded Rufus of the late Michael Hutchence of InXS. He looked just like him, and was about as crazy as well. Whilst Hutchence captured women in droves, Hojo did the same to specimens of research.
Rufus knew the news wasn't good by the angry expression on Hojo's face. "Yes, Hojo," he said, leaning forward as far as he could. "What seems to be the problem?"
"RUFUS!?" Hojo asked. Do you know who my son is?"
Rufus looked confused. "I didn't even know you had a son," he said. "Congratulations!"
Hojo frowned. "You LIE!" he yelled, beating his fist on the table.
Scarlet jumped in surprise, banging her head on the desk. Rufus looked wide eyed, gritting his teeth, hoping she was OK.
Luckily Hojo didn't even seem to notice, he was so furious. "You've been hiding this as a secret from me, Rufus Shinra!" he boomed. "You made me find out for myself!"
Rufus shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Professor," he affirmed. He felt a tender hand travel from his knee up the inside of his thigh. He couldn't help but smile.
"How DARE you lie to me!" Hojo burst out in a passion. "You… you want to kill my beloved son!"
Rufus shook his head in puzzlement. What boy did he supposedly want to kill? Had Heidegger given an order to slaughter an innocent kid?
"Sephiroth is my son!" Hojo shouted, close to tears.
At that moment, Rufus felt the hand between his legs slowly unzip his flies. A look of horror covered his face, and a sound like a hiccup escaped his throat.
Thank Heavens Hojo thought it was his reaction to his news. "Yes, you may look shocked, Mr. Shinra, but I know that you knew all along. I'm not gonna let you get away with this." Hojo stood and stared angrily for a moment.
"Look, Professor," Rufus said, gently kicking Scarlet under the table, trying in vain to prevent her from doing what she was doing to him "I'd really love to help you with… your problem but… I'm kinda tied up at the moment." He tried not to laugh.
When he said that, he heard a loud giggle from under the table. Well at least she'd stopped what she was doing. For a few seconds anyway. He only hoped that Hojo wouldn't notice.
He stroked the toe of his right foot lightly along Scarlet's leg, beginning to wish he had asked her to untie him, if only to get her to stop it. Nice as it felt, it was distracting…
Hojo shook his head mournfully.
"Why don't you come by tomorrow?" Rufus said brightly, nudging Scarlet gently in the ribs. "I hope I'll be free by then… so we can sort all this out, huh?" He smiled broadly, trying not to look pleased with himself.
"Don't worry, Mr. President," Hojo snarled, his eyelids twitching; through anger or craziness, Rufus didn't know. "Don't worry. You'll get yours."
The President stifled a laugh, feeling Scarlet do something unspeakably lewd and indecent beneath the desk. "I think I already am," he said, a superior smirk on his face.
Hojo backed towards the door. "Don't think this is a joke, Rufus, because I mean it, I will fix you good."
Rufus just sat there and smiled. If only Hojo knew what was going on down here, he thought. He'd be so jealous!
"Wipe that smug look off your face when you've untied yourself," Hojo said calmly. "And, just so you know, I'm going to do everything in my power to rescue my beautiful son. And I'm not letting your stupid cannon get in the way!" With that he turned on his heel and stamped out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
"Phew," Rufus sighed in relief. "That was close."
"Can I come out now, Rufie?" Scarlet asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Sure can, Scarlet," Rufus said, pushing his chair back to let her out. He leaned back in his chair. God, it had been a while since he'd let a woman near him. He'd forgotten how nice it felt to have someone else… stir up his emotions.
She settled on his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Ooh, that was exciting," she sighed. "You know, I really thought he was going to suss you out."
"Yeah," Rufus said coolly, gazing at Scarlet. She looked kind of cute, with her lipstick all smeared across her face like that. He just wanted to take her home and, um… look after her.
"So," Scarlet said huskily. "Has Mr. President learned his lesson?" She stroked a hand through his soft, red hair.
Rufus felt a shiver down his spine. "Oh, yes," he said. "Always keep a beautiful girl under your desk in times of stress."
He felt Scarlet's open hand hit his cheek again, but this time he was expecting her to. He actually enjoyed the sweet stinging sensation. Even though it hurt, the thrill was knowing Scarlet would kiss it all better later on.
She looked at him, his gorgeous blue eyes staring right into hers. "Yes?" she asked. "Do you want something?"
Rufus cocked his head to one side, just thinking about getting Scarlet back to his place. He would put his busy hands all over her slender body, delicately rubbing baby oil into her soft skin. If only he could get loose…
"Come on, Prez," she whispered. "Tell me what you want…"
Rufus pretended to consider it. There was only one thing he wanted.
"Could you untie me please?" he whispered. "It's just that… my shoulders are aching and my wrists are starting to sweat." He smiled, glancing at her sideways
"Well.." Scarlet frowned and drummed her fingers on the president's thigh. He looked at her pleadingly.
"Okay," Scarlet agreed. "If you want it so much I guess it can't be bad." She knelt astride him, reaching behind his back, picking at the knots with her long fingernails, as Rufus busied himself with kissing the exposed bits of her chest, leering down her cleavage. Finally, Scarlet unthreaded Rufus' tie from his wrists and hung it ceremoniously around his neck.
"At last!" Rufus said, putting his arms around Scarlet. "You are in my power!" He rose to his feet, carrying Scarlet with him, one hand behind her back and the other just supporting her knees. He swung her around a couple of times before putting her down. "Wait there a minute," he said, zipping up his flies and grabbing his jacket, which he'd carelessly tossed upon the floor. "Come on," he whispered, reaching down Scarlet's back, and refastening her dress to make her look socially decent. "I'm taking you somewhere special!" He draped his jacket around her shoulders and swept her back off her feet.
Scarlet swooned. No man, not even Heidegger, especially not Heidegger, had ever treated her so nicely. She was quite surprised with Rufus. She never thought he'd be so affectionate.
"Where would that be?" she asked, sexily.
"The Presidential Suite," Rufus bragged. "My penthouse apartment in Kalm! Turn the light out for me, baby!"