As the Office Turns.
AN: Well,.um.now that you've gotten this far, I think it's probably fair to assume that you think that the authors of these emails are.on crack! But... we're not! Well...not right now.
Vaughn is waiting in his bedroom for the incredibly mean, stupid, domineering, controlling, evil, gum-chewing Laura Westover.
Boban walks in. At first Vaughn is overcome with lust at the sight of his ex-lover, but then he gets himself under control and tells him to leave.
"But why Vaughn, we had so much fun in Yugoslavia." He says in a masculine type voice.
"Because you played Sydney and me, and it's not right, plus, I'm waiting for my true love, the incredibly mean, stupid, domineering, controlling, evil, gum-chewing Laura Westover."
"Of course." Boban says, walking out of Vaughn's bedroom, realizing that she should not be a prostitute anymore, and walking strait into Sloane. "Well hello." She says to Sloane.
"Who are you?" Sloane says, his eyes glazing over with lust.
"I am Boban." She says (She is a transvestite after all).
"Let's go to bed Boban." Sloane says.
Boban agrees. Maybe this one last night as a prostitute, or maybe this ugly old man would take her as a slave, or a mistress, or something, and she wouldn't have to be a prostitute anymore. Whatever, she was attracted to him whoever he is, or would do.
Laura Westover walks by, suspiciously eyeing the two people laying on the hard concrete in front of Vaughn's house and having their sick sick fun. Laura Westover walks in to find Vaughn setting the table, with a glass of wine in his hand for her, and a rose in his other hand
"Hello." She says.
"Hello." Vaughn says. "You know how I was with Sydney?" He asked her.
"I'd rather not talk about it." Laura Westover says.
"I am not anymore." He says, handing her the rose, setting the glass of wine on the table and pulling her into his arms to make out with her, then leading her into the bedroom. They do their thing on the bed.
~ ~ ~
Meanwhile, Erin and Sydney are lying on the bed, out of breath from their fun. "Erin." Sydney says, Erin replies by nodding, she is to out of breath to speak. "Well, you know how you are a stewardess and all?" Erin nods again. "How do you think this'll work out if you are having to travel a lot?"
"Sydney." Erin says. "I have to tell you something. I am not really a stewardess, I'm really an agent for SD-6, like you, and I'm also a double agent (double your delightment.with the right mint! For refreshment it's the only one.double mint, doublemint.gom!), like you, and when you go into the office on Monday, Sloane will tell you that we're going to be partners, and you have to act surprised...OK?"
Sydney nods.
AN: Well,.um.now that you've gotten this far, I think it's probably fair to assume that you think that the authors of these emails are.on crack! But... we're not! Well...not right now.
Vaughn is waiting in his bedroom for the incredibly mean, stupid, domineering, controlling, evil, gum-chewing Laura Westover.
Boban walks in. At first Vaughn is overcome with lust at the sight of his ex-lover, but then he gets himself under control and tells him to leave.
"But why Vaughn, we had so much fun in Yugoslavia." He says in a masculine type voice.
"Because you played Sydney and me, and it's not right, plus, I'm waiting for my true love, the incredibly mean, stupid, domineering, controlling, evil, gum-chewing Laura Westover."
"Of course." Boban says, walking out of Vaughn's bedroom, realizing that she should not be a prostitute anymore, and walking strait into Sloane. "Well hello." She says to Sloane.
"Who are you?" Sloane says, his eyes glazing over with lust.
"I am Boban." She says (She is a transvestite after all).
"Let's go to bed Boban." Sloane says.
Boban agrees. Maybe this one last night as a prostitute, or maybe this ugly old man would take her as a slave, or a mistress, or something, and she wouldn't have to be a prostitute anymore. Whatever, she was attracted to him whoever he is, or would do.
Laura Westover walks by, suspiciously eyeing the two people laying on the hard concrete in front of Vaughn's house and having their sick sick fun. Laura Westover walks in to find Vaughn setting the table, with a glass of wine in his hand for her, and a rose in his other hand
"Hello." She says.
"Hello." Vaughn says. "You know how I was with Sydney?" He asked her.
"I'd rather not talk about it." Laura Westover says.
"I am not anymore." He says, handing her the rose, setting the glass of wine on the table and pulling her into his arms to make out with her, then leading her into the bedroom. They do their thing on the bed.
~ ~ ~
Meanwhile, Erin and Sydney are lying on the bed, out of breath from their fun. "Erin." Sydney says, Erin replies by nodding, she is to out of breath to speak. "Well, you know how you are a stewardess and all?" Erin nods again. "How do you think this'll work out if you are having to travel a lot?"
"Sydney." Erin says. "I have to tell you something. I am not really a stewardess, I'm really an agent for SD-6, like you, and I'm also a double agent (double your delightment.with the right mint! For refreshment it's the only one.double mint, doublemint.gom!), like you, and when you go into the office on Monday, Sloane will tell you that we're going to be partners, and you have to act surprised...OK?"
Sydney nods.