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    Working Late

    Story written on November 6, 2004 by Gaymo.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=50179
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    Bette is working late at the office and Tina decides to pay her a visit. Not for the faint hearted. Or those who like organised desks. Set somewhere in the past, before Li’l Gaymo was even a twinkle in some artist’s eye.

    Bette’s index finger hovered near the overly-sized desk telephone in front of her, lingering temptingly close to the button that would disconnect her call before moving on to rest momentarily on the metal strip that coldly ran the length of the machine.  Irritation spread across her face, rapidly prickling down the length of her arm, forcing her hitherto inert finger to tap, staccato, on the metal side of the telephone.

    "I understand Carlton but – "

    Her voice halted, mid-flow, as the tinny crackle increased in pitch and speed.  Wincing slightly, Bette pressed the earphone with two fingers, the frown that had been lingering around her brow now deepening, taking a hold with two firm lines of discontent.  Her eyes flickered shut briefly as she closed her mouth, swallowing the remainder of the sentence that hadnt even really begun.  Ever since she’d taken this new post at the California Arts Center it seemed like 24 hours in a day just wasn’t enough time in order to please her superiors.  The Board of Directors had told her they expected great things and, Bette being Bette Porter, had promised she would deliver.

    Of course, she hadn’t thought they’d wanted her to deliver those things right now.

    Still, she reminded herself, sitting back in her chair and letting out a long sigh, she clearly wasn’t the only person who was rapidly reaching boiling point, judging from the tirade currently pouring hotly into her ear.  In the ten-minute conversation, Bette had said precisely three sentences, if you didn’t count the one that got cut short, that is.  She’d always considered herself to be a consummate "people person", which was part of the reason why she’d been offered this job in the first place.  Over the years working within the artistic community, her most valuable lesson had been to learn how to tell people what they wanted to hear in order to encourage them to tell you what you wanted to hear in return.  Tina had once told her that some might interpret that as manipulative; Bette had told her in reply that she should know, working for the studios as she did.  What ensued had been quite the discussion.  If you could have a discussion without using actual words, that is.

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    13. Here’s the deal.. I am totally in awe of this masterpiece and naming my first born after you is not enough. I am giving him/her to you as a present:) I do not know what else to say except that every word you wrote was titilating. I want to quote my favorite part but then I would have to cut and paste the whole thing. I mean, I am floored, thudded, splayed, spooned..OMG… I knew I was in for a great ride with ” Is that an offer?”.. Gaymo, I know that I have professed my love for you many times last night, but hot damn, I love you! (Nek, be quiet:)). I cannot stop rambling. I hate IC just because she is not you! Give me some more please..Oh, and ” would you like to be?” was too much for my TiBette loving heart to handle… Yes, I would like to be.. OMG.. I need to go before this comment box kicks me out for sheer stupidity!

    20. so hot! loved every word. your writing is fantastic. i especially loved in the summary, “not for the faint hearted. or those who like organized desks.” lmao. i’m guilty of the last part, which is probably why i don’t do office visits, however, i might bite the bullet! *wink* thanks for writing. :)

    21. Shit. I said I wasn’t ever, ever, ever writing again after your last story. Wasn’t that enough? Now you write this and force me to pledge my undying love to you for your erotic literary skills?

      *sigh* Fine. If you insist. :D

      Delicious story. And definitely easier on the heart than the last one. I completely look forward to another story by you. 5 stars!!!

    22. I’ve never read any of your stories before, but something about this one caught my attention. Can’t say I was disappointed at all. It actually reminds me of something I did years ago, but it was still light outside. ALL doors were locked though (wearing huge grin)! Great chapter…keep writing.

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