𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠…𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

After proposing the offer, as charming as he could, he was pleased to know you had accepted — he had offered money for this as well. You two had…done, stuff before when you men were lonely, drunk or plain right horny. So..this couldn’t be much of a change in your friendship.

And all you had to do, most of the time, was sit in his lap whilst he worked. Or maybe, sometimes he’d sit in your lap — he was a switch, in any way intimate. And also, to kiss him. And the deal was sealed, unbreakable.

But, today, he had you sitting in his lap. The blue lights from the monitors surrounding throughout his office illuminated the room, the soft buzzes of wires in the distant echos. Writing down possible ideas for his talk show, he bounced his leg as you sat on his lap, and it felt good. He sighed a little, almost shakily at this feeling.