ATTN: THE ADMINISTRATOR/SAXTON HALE, MISS PAULING. YES, I REALLY WENT THERE. SUBJECT: DRABBLE PRIORITY: DUBIOUS -------------------------------------------------------- “Saxton, sit down,†the administrator ordered, coolly. “Why of course,†the brawny man beamed at her, “how do you take your steak this evening, my dear?†“I like my steak sitting down,†the administrator repeated herself, with a touch of irritation. Saxton sat, still apparently watching the severe woman across from him with rapt adoration. “Dispose of the rabble,†the Administrator instructed, waving a bony hand dismissively at Saxton Hale’s butler and a few waiters, “this is between you and me.†With the wide grin of a man confident that he was about to get laid, Saxton turned to his employees. “You heard the lady! Hold all my calls.†The men dutifully filed out. They’d done this before. Miss Pauling remained, however, standing by the wood-paneled dining room wall with her hands clasped demurely behind her back. She kept her gaze carefully on the pattern of the richly-hued Oriental rug in a way that the men who’d just left would have found slightly unusual. The tall grandfather clock between the light and dark-maned lion’s heads chimed the quarter hour. “Miss Pauling, some music please,†the Administrator ordered, sounding rather more confident in her subordinate’s ability to perform simple tasks than Saxton’s. “Yes, Ma’am,†Replied Miss Pauling. Under the Administrator’s not –quite- disapproving gaze, she took a bulky black tape recorder out of the soft-sided leather briefcase at her feet, and set it on the table a foot or so from her employer’s already lightly-filled ashtray. Miss Pauling pressed play, and stepped back from the table to a place six feet from the Administrator’s left elbow, keeping her eyes carefully lowered. There was a hiss of static, and then the opening strains of ‘God Save the Queen’ began to play. Saxton’s face went rigid. His muscles hardened. His mustache twitched, seeming to literally bristle with rage... And then he went strangely, suddenly, quiet. He relaxed, his face going somewhat blank, eyes alone moving, watching the severe woman across the table from him intently for cues. The administrator lit a fresh cigarette, and drew on it with a deep satisfaction. “I swear to you Miss Pauling, it’s the only way this man ever shuts up,†she said, and blew a stream of bluish-gray smoke across the table into Saxton’s face. “…I have such a headache. Bring me my number six cane.†“Yes ma’am,†replied Miss Pauling, happily. --------- END.
BAAAHAHAHA I am so glad you posted this one. I'm tempted to plead for more, just to relieve the terrible anxiety of not knowing what the Hell she's going to do to him. But, of course, said anxiety is the whole point.
...my hypno kink has finally been hit in this fandom. ...and it's with this pairing. Not sure how to feel about this.
Hey. I had an idea for a prequel to this. I'd really like to write and share it, but I wanted to get permission first. Can I? Can I please?
RE: #4 I don't actually LIKE these characters enough to feel proprietary. Take it and run my friend, just credit me with an 'inspired by' or 'plot bunny originally released by' in the author's notes, okay?
I really really like this!