A/N: Whoops, sorry guys about the screw-up last chapter. Turns out I had already posted that last drabble in my old set. MY BAD! Me dumb. :( Sorry! Here's a new drabble for your reading pleasure. :bows repeatedly: Sorry! Oh, and by the way, this story takes place before the original "Tales From a Desk Phone" series… obviously. XDXDXD Please enjoy and review!
9. Roy & Desk Phone – Caught in the Act
Roy and Peter the desk phone were hunched over together, both looking at a magazine before quitting time. The clock on the wall read quarter to six, and the sky outside was growing dark: the perfect time to look and giggle at porno.
"Oh, yeah, that's a nice one, isn't it?" Peter whispered huskily, indicating the women bent over on the page. Roy raised his eyebrows and whistled approvingly; he had to admit, his desk phone had great taste in women – almost as great as his own taste!
Roy grinned salaciously as he turned the page. He was salivating almost as much as his excited groin was throbbing. The ladies' breasts and hips were getting bigger, their waists (and brains) getting smaller – so odd-looking that only one completely high off his own arousal would be able to call them beautiful. To anyone else, the pornographic models would just look grotesquely disproportionate.
Still grinning, Roy slyly slid open his desk drawer and pulled out a stretchy new condom. Wiggling his eyebrow at the desk phone, he slowly pulled it out of its package and slipped it on over the receiver. Peter writhed and shuddered at the awkward feeling of rubber over skin…
Roy began to take it into his mouth…
And the door burst open. Riza Hawkeye stood in the middle of the frame, eyes wide, face nothing but the pure epitome of shock and disconcertion.
She slowly began to walk out, just as Roy was pulling the desk phone's receiver away from his open mouth.
Tongue feeling dry and prickling from the rubber once on it, Roy mumbled, mouth still wide open: "Shit…"
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