Side Thread -- Taylor and James (and more?)

[AGuyWhoWrites]

OOC -- This is a Side Thread for a conversation (and possibly events following that) that starts with Taylor and James in the lobby. Please subscribe to it; it is being written separately from the Main IC Thread because it may include a number of one- and two-liners, which could tend to get lost in the greater Main Thread.

As James neared the grand piano, his expression revealing the trepidation he was surely feeling about being pulled out of the group for a conversation with the ring leader-type, Taylor ended his poor, one-fingered rendition of the "Love Boat" theme and played the ominous, six notes from Beethoven's Fifth that everyone was familiar with.

He smiled to the bank employee and glanced at his name tag as if not already having seen it. He thought of the the babe, Sophie, back in the Conference Room, who was way out of this man's league; as he was thinking to himself, How the fuck did you land a piece of ass like that? he couldn't have known, of course, that the slight little touch they had shared just a few moments earlier was the most intimate the co-working strangers had ever been.

As James stopped before him, Taylor stripped off his sunglasses again, giving the man his traditional knowing smirk, and ask jovially, "So ... how's the love life?"

 

[Knightmare27]

James hesitated, then, trying to hide his fear, he said: "well... not too bad... I guess...". He still avoided looking at the gunman and kept his head down, moving his hands nervously

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

James hesitated, then said, "Well... not too bad... I guess..."

Taylor laughed. He was about to say, Not too bad? You're fucking the hottest chick in the bank ... well, except for the one I just nailed, but hesitated. The guy was nervous -- as he should be, considering the situation -- so Taylor, thinking Be cool, take your time, instead asked, "Wanna get out of here?"

 

[Knightmare27]

At first, James thought he had misheard: Out of here? What was the meaning of that now? Was he to be traded for someone? Had the crooks struck a deal with the police?

"Uhmmm... yes, sure...."

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

"How, um... liberal are you..." Taylor asked, trying to be as direct as he could without scaring -- or simply horrifying -- the man away from being participating in his little game. "... about sex?"

For the first time, Taylor saw the man's eyes look directly into his own, and by their huge, dinner-plate size, Taylor had realized that, likely, the man had totally misunderstood him.

"Relax!" Taylor laughed, slapping his hand down upon the piano's top. "I wasn't inviting you to take the position for me."

He laughed a bit more, then waved to Grimes in the Conference Room doorway to let him know that everything was fine. He looked back to James and explained, "Listen ... I was eying that fox of a ... Do you young people use fox anymore...? No...? Fine, that babe, that piece of ass, your squeeze ... you know, your girlfriend, the brunette with the nice tits."

James looked confused suddenly, which threw Taylor off. I'm sorry, do you have more than one girlfriend in the Conference Room, Romeo, he mused. Do I have to be more specific ...? Go in and pull up her top, see if you recognize the tits you suckle every night...?

"Sophie!" Taylor finally spelled out. Seeing James' eyes widen again and his mouth drop open to speak, he knew he'd finally gotten through to the man. Taylor went on before James could respond, adding a little playfulness to his tone. "Anyway, I was considering asking her to the school dance ... you know, see if I could get a little from her in the back seat of Dad's Oldsmobile ... then I realized that the two of you were a couple and ... well, you know I felt bad."

James' face had gone white as Taylor continued, which was quite a feat since Taylor was already likening his complexion to that of the Michelin Man.

Taylor ignored the young man's shock, continuing, "So, here's the offer. I would be totally willing to give the two of you a space of your own ... let's say, the Employee's Lounge ... for, what, about an hour? The two of you can do ... what ever you feel like doing. There is only two stipulations. First, that what ever you feel like doing...? By that, I do of course mean fuck like rabbits."

This time James' mouth fell wide open, causing Taylor to laugh heartily before he added between laughs, "And second ... second, and you're gonna love this ... I get to watch!"

James teetered a bit and Taylor knew immediately what the problem was. He stepped forward, grasping the man's fore arm to steady him. "Unlock your knees, James ... unlock them. Unlock-- there you go. We used to do that in Boot Camp, get so stiff in the knees that you cut off the return blood flow to your brain and you pass out. Saw a guy fall forward once, right onto his face. Broke his nose and lost two teeth."

With James seeming a bit more relaxed, Taylor's face, now just inches from James', suddenly went dead serious, so quickly that one might have thought that the humor of just a moment earlier had been feigned by the greatest of actors. "James ... I need you to hear this, and I need you to understand and believe me when I say ... that I am not ... a man who reneges on a promise..."

He stepped past the bank teller, turning and walking him slowly back toward the conference room. "So, here's my promise to you and your girlfriend. I will be inconspicuous in my ... what that's word ... voyeurism. You won't even know I'm there. And when you are through, I will let both of you out of the bank. In fact, I'll even send you out the door with a parting gift. But... and James ... this is very important..."

Taylor had taken them back through the bank around the far side of the piano, such that now, as they came to a stop, they were almost twenty feet from the Conference Room door -- out of ear shot of the others but with a clear line of sight to Sophie -- when Taylor turned James to look in at his presumed girlfriend. "She's a lovely girl ... and before this day is up ... she's gonna get fucked. By you..." Taylor gave the young man a wide smile. "...by me ... by someone in this bank."

He turned James to the door, moved up close to his back side, and whispered into the shorter man's ear as he gave him a little pat on the ass like some softball coach heading for a sexual deviancy law suit. "So ... go get her Tiger. I'll give you thirty minutes to convince her it the right thing to do ... or I'll have her sitting atop the photocopier, kicking out pictures of her pussy ... and my dick deep inside of it."

He gave the man a little shove forward ...

 

[Knightmare27]

James couldn't believe what he had just heard. He almost staggered back into the conference room, slumped in the chair and started to think...

 

[AGuyWhoWrites]

This ends this Side Thread. This link will return you to the Main Thread exactly where you departed it.

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