Authors note: The second part of this installment. Myself and Ellii51 hope you thoroughly enjoy it. M rated for smut duh.
Disclaimer: We don't own AHS or its characters, just the fic and yeah… you know the drill.
No, no, that wouldn't do at all. She wanted to wear a blazer, not her usually casual, humdrum style she wore so often. She needed to be smart, sophisticated. She had just landed herself the job of a lifetime and she was not going to let her style represent her in the wrong kind of way. It had entered her mind that the woman in the elevator may have been joking, maybe she was being sarcastic, after all, who trusts a complete stranger that half fucks them against a broken down elevator wall… but Misty really had no other choice but to go and really needed the job, it wasn't like she could just pull a job out from thin air and if this was the real deal then she would be rather pleased with herself.
Misty threw down her only jacket onto her bed, along with the rest of her wardrobe. she stood half naked in front of her open wardrobe and already late with nothing to wear.
Fuck.
There was a small knock on the door and Misty hurried to grab a dressing gown and throw it over her shoulders. She peered through the peephole on her door, undoing the chain lock and opening the door to her flat apartment. A small, neatly dressed woman barged into her room, three large designer bags in tow.
"Sorry Ma'am." She said, scuttling across the floor, pausing at the mess before laying down the bags on the bed, she took out a small slip of paper from the top pocket of her suit and glanced down at it. "Misty Day?"
"Y-yea, who are ya and why are you in my apartment, I'm already late for my-"
"For your new job I know" the black haired woman said. "Miss. Goode is not best pleased but after some digging she thought you may appreciate these."
Misty peered into the bags, a few tight blazers and shirts, pencil skirts and trousers. she checked the tags, prices removed but sizes left on.
"How'd ya know where I live? and-and my size?" She said lifting up one of the shirts.
"We have a very skilled IT department Miss. Day."
"Right"
"Now you need to hurry up, Miss. Goode is giving you until twelve to be outside her office."
"But that's-"
"Ten minutes yes, I know." She gave a shrewd smile. "Have fun Miss. Day."
The short woman swiftly made her exit, not touching a single piece of clothing strewn across the floor and furniture. Misty stood in silence for a moment in awe before lashing on the clothes. She rushed out of the door, then back into her apartment to grab a bagel which was hastily shoved in her mouth as she did up her shirts buttons and rounded her door again. She burst out onto the street hailing a cab with a desperately flailing arm.
"Robichaux's Offices, I'll double it if ya can get me there in under three minutes."
"You got it lady."
It took 2 minutes 35 seconds to reach the building, the driver had timed it himself. Misty reluctantly but quickly slapped the wad of cash into his hand and rushed into the office like a stumbling whirlwind, knocking over some man with a stack of paper and galloping past the secretary who tried but failed to stop the curly haired blonde from continuing on when she got caught in her phones wire. Misty chose the elevator, stairs would be a challenge in heels. And showing up to her new job sweaty and out of breath wasn't the best for first impressions. She didn't exactly have a good track record with elevators but it would be faster and more direct. The metal doors slid open and she was out like a horse from the stocks, veering left with a wobble of the ankle as she burst through the frosted glass doors of Cordelia's office.
She stood in a suspended state of animation, her bow legs symmetrical to her flailing arms trying to fix her hair and suit.
"You're late." The older woman said lightly, not bothering to look up.
"I am and there's really no excuse for it, I'm really sorry."
"And you didn't knock."
"Y-yes im really sorry, it wont happen again." Misty said apologetically, looking down and away from Cordelia.
She paused, glancing up from her paperwork and taking off her glasses "It's alright… Do you like the clothes?" She purred.
Misty looked down "Oh yes, they're um- amazin' thankyou."
Cordelia smiled "They look good on you." She eyed the young woman up and down with a seductively raised brow before putting her glasses back on "Tight… Collect some files for me would you, dear. Fifth floor printer"
"Yes Miss. Cordelia."
"Misty dear, its Miss. Goode in the workplace."
"Y-yes Miss. Goode."
Misty turned away. Fifth floor, shouldn't be too hard. She walked out of the office. The secretary marching toward her, pointing a finger and two thuggish men looking at her.
Shit.
Misty darted back into the office. Cordelia looked up from her paperwork again and just as she opened her mouth to pour out some discipline the two security guards burst through the door. grabbing Misty's arms and forcibly trying to move her out of the room.
"Get ya filthy hands off me." Misty hissed, battling with them to the last second, writhing and kicking.
The Creative Director rose from her seat delicately. "Enough." She said sternly, the room fell still and into a silence. she had a strange kind of authority, one where you'd think something horrific may happen if you didn't stop immediately what you were doing. "What on earth are you doing to my assistant?"
"Very sorry Miss. Goode, we didn't realise this was your new assistant"
"Well perhaps next time one of you will ask me before someone is forcibly removed from my building." She took her seat and waved a hand in dismissal. The group of three moved out of the room as Misty pulled down her blazer.
"Thank you Miss. Goode." Misty pushed back her hair, composing herself properly and standing a little straighter.
"That's quite alright Misty," Cordelia paused. "Now that paperwork please?"
"Of course." Misty dipped her head and pivoted on her heel, walking through the glass doors of Cordelia's office and back to the copy room.
On reaching her destination on the fifth floor, she grabbed the stack of papers from the bottom of the printer, organising them neatly in her arms so Cordelia would be able to sort through them easier when she received them.
Not wanting to be gone too long, Misty darted through the corridors uneasily, stumbling every so often. She veered left and her foot got caught underneath her. She let out a cry of terror and scrunched up her eyes as she clutched the papers tightly, she waited and waited but she never hit the ground. Misty looked up as a tall man in a shirt and tie helped her upright.
"Thanks." She coughed.
"No problem." He said with a smile. "I've never seen you around here before. Are you new?"
"Yeah actually. I started today."
"Oh cool, that explains alot, so that was you causing all that commotion then?"
She blushed lightly. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."
"Not a problem, give anything to have someone liven up this office. Not that there isn't enough drama behind the scenes mind you."
"Oh really?" Misty said raising her brow.
"Yeah… Say, what job did you say you had again?" He probed.
"I didn't." She frowned.
"So what are you?"
She hesitated. "I'm Misty Day, Miss. Goode's new personal assistant."
The man smiled coyly. "Ah i see."
"You say that like you know something about the job."
"It has its perks, I'll give you that." He chuckled.
"Were you ever-"
"No, never, started out as a computer guy, always stayed a computer guy, I like it that way. From working here five years I know that she goes through enough of them. I knew someone else that had the job before you."
"Who's that?"
"You'll find out, I'm sure." He said with a half smile, sinking his fangs into the new information.
"See you round Miss? Sorry what was your name again?"
"Day."
"Kyle Spencer. " He said with a lopsided grin, patting her on the arm and continuing on down the hallway.
Remembering her actual job, Misty took the elevator back up to Cordelia's office. This time being more cautious of her surroundings as not to fall and drop the papers tightly clutched in her hands and pressed against her chest.
Misty tapped lightly on the glass door of Cordelia's office.
"Come in." Misty heard Cordelia say from the other side of the door. "What took you so long?" Cordelia said looking up from her screen.
"I uh, tripped after leaving the copy room." Misty uttered feeling slightly embarrassed. "Don't worry though, I didn't drop anythin'. It's all still here in the same order that it came out."
"That's fine just place it on the desk next to those yellow files." Cordelia motioned to an empty space on her desk, still looking at her desktop monitor.
"Anything else Miss. Goode?" Misty asked.
"Would you mind closing the door? It's a bit breezy in here." Cordelia said.
"Sure, do ya want me to leave?"
"No, its okay, I think I could do with some company for a little while."
Misty raised her brow in surprise as she took a seat opposite her boss. Silence overcame the two, with Cordelia still quickly typing away as Misty busied herself by looking around the office. It was stylish to say the least, and she loved the view of the city from the wall sized window which sat behind Cordelia as her backdrop.
"So, how did you start working here Miss. Goode?" Misty questioned.
"My mother owns the company, so naturally when she finally dies I'll inherit it. But for now I'm in this department thanks to my Aunt Myrtle, the Editor-in-Chief."
"Wow you must be loaded." Misty thought aloud before realising what she said. "Crap, sorry I didn't mean to say that."
Cordelia chuckled. "Well you're not wrong."
Misty blushed.
"So, I take it yesterday you were looking for a job." Cordelia said changing the subject.
"Yeah, I got fired that day too actually"
"Really, you know- I did get a complaint about the elevators not working for the paramedics to get up the stairs. Was that you?"
"I didn't break the elevator Miss. Goode." Misty gawked with a blush.
"No no," Cordelia circled her wrist to motivate her mind "That foul man that was shouting those false compliments at those God awful models in dreadful clothes"
"Um- yeah, that-ugh, that was me." Misty said anxiously.
"Oh don't look so alarmed… So, care to enlighten me on how it came to be that you ended up with blood on you?" Cordelia asked.
"I punched him." Misty stated. "Multiple times." Misty nervously waited Cordelia's reply.
"Finally someone did it. I'm glad it was you. It feels like I had a hand in it in an odd sort of way."
"If only you'd known me sooner and you could've."
"True, but if I'd met you sooner I wouldn't have been able to do this in that elevator." Cordelia dropped her attention from her computer, grabbing Misty's face from over the desk with both her hands and kissing her roughly.
Although surprised, Misty kissed back with the same force. The assistant gripped onto the end of the desk her knuckles turning white as Cordelia pulled away, her dark eyes flashing with lust.
"Get on the desk." She ordered, quickly clearing a space for Misty to sit.
Misty didn't have to hesitate and did as she was told.
"We'll make this quick okay?" Cordelia said, her hands running up and down Misty's sides.
"I don't care, as long as you finish this time." She exhaled, her breaths getting shallower by the second.
"Eager. I like it." With this Cordelia kissed tenderly down Misty's neck, her hands simultaneously reaching down gripping Misty's hips and anchoring the younger blonde to the desk. "I'm glad you chose the skirt today, makes this much easier."
"If I knew you were gonna do this I would've skipped clothes all together and got here on time." Misty could feel her breath hitch in the back of her throat as she felt Cordelia's breath ghost over the top of her panties.
"Clothes make it interesting." The older blonde murmured, carefully pulling the offending garment down allowing her better access.
"Whatever you say." She stifled a moan by gnawing on her bottom lip.
Misty could feel Cordelia's lips trace up her inner thigh, her tongue changing course quickly as it began flicking at her clit. Misty let out a piteous cry of pleasure as Cordelia's hand made its way up her leg. Her fingers slipped inside easily through Misty's folds.
"God, Cordelia." Misty groaned.
She stopped abruptly. "It's Miss. Goode in the workplace Misty."
"Fine Miss. Goode," Misty paused as Cordelia began pumping her fingers faster. "Just fuck me already."
Cordelia smirked. "As you wish. Keep your eyes on me, don't look away or I'll stop. And we both know how much you hated that last time."
Misty nodded, her head lolling down to look at her boss.
Each and every pump of Cordelia's fingers made Misty's body tense up, her muscle's convulsions exhausting her. A thin layer of sweat began forming on her brow and any thought of being found out by their coworkers left her mind entirely as Cordelia continued swiping Misty's clit with her tongue.
Misty could feel herself reaching her climax, her hips involuntarily bucking against Cordelia's touch. Suddenly her walls tightened around Cordelia's fingers and she cried out. Cordelia's lips attacking her mouth to stifle her name being called.
"Now isn't the time for you to scream my name loud enough for the reception secretary to hear you."
Misty groaned, trembling as Cordelia helped her off the desk. She wiped the corner of her mouth and pulled up Misty's skirt back to its former position.
"I'm glad you kept your hair down and messy today. You can barely tell the difference… Oh please do look sharp Misty, you still seem rather dazed."
"Sorry M-Miss. Goode. Won't happen again." Misty blinked hard, trying to stand properly and still for that matter. "Do you still need me or do you want me to go?" Misty said.
"You can go for a half hour break, tidy yourself up a bit. But before you come back grab me some coffee? Just a regular latte will do. Get one for yourself too."
"Sure thing Miss. Goode." Misty turned on heel. Before she could leave she was halted by her boss calling for her again.
"Also Misty," Cordelia said as Misty placed her hand on the door handle. "Would you like to join me for a fashion gala this Friday? I'd be awfully lost without my assistant."
"Yeah, sounds great. Where is it?"
"Just downstairs actually, my mother throws them quite frequently."
Misty gulped. "Is she gonna be there?"
"Probably, but she'll be too drunk to even know what's happening." Cordelia paused before getting back to her computer. "Anyway, be ready at 6. I'll see if I can get a company car to pick you up."
"Wait, but I don't have anything to wear."
"Don't worry I'll sort it out for you. Now coffee please?"
"Yes Miss. Goode"