Fic: The Avalanche Will Bury You
Title: The Avalanche Will Bury You
Pairings: Marz/Goggles, Marz/OC
H/C Bingo Prompt: Sexual Extortion (to protect someone else)
Word Count: 720
Disclaimer: Everything is mine except for MarzGurl and Goggles.
A/N While technically it's the second "how they properly got started" fic (keeva did the first, which was Chick's)... yeah, I don't know where I'm going with this, here's how Marz got started. Enjoy as best you can!
Marz stormed into the factory where Goggles worked, justifiably pissed off. They'd been having a good night for once, eating ice cream, not caring that it was getting on the bed covers, and watching shitty anime. But then Goggles' boss had called, bitching that she had missed far too many shifts and she needed to come and see him right away. After much pleading and flirty promises, she had gone instead while Goggles slept.
It was two in the fucking morning.
Amidst her rage, she realized she didn't have a clue where the boss's office actually was. After about five minutes of searching, she found a guy sawing something on his desk. She tapped him lightly on the shoulder so nobody would lose a hand and he stopped, looking at her.
"Can I help you, miss?" He seemed nice enough.
"Yeah, you can. Can you tell me where Mr. Scholl's office is, please?"
He was looking at her cleavage but with her jumpsuit zipper close to showing the top of her bra, she decided to let it pass. "You got an appointment?"
"I'm here for Goggles." At his confused expression, she amended her answer. "Krissy."
He wrinkled his nose like he was remembering something unpleasant but gave into her puppy eyes. "Upstairs, first door on the right. Be careful, though, he's an asshole."
She smiled gratefully and bent over a little, giving him more of a view as a treat. "I think I can handle it. Thank you!"
This place really needed an elevator, she thought, as she managed the end of the stairs with aching legs. She knocked on the closed door of the office and a fat, tall man wearing one of those shirts with the loosened tie you always saw fat, sweaty business men wear appeared. He looked her up and down with an appraising leer.
"Now I didn't order anyone tonight but..."
She shuddered, raising her hand to stop him in his tracks. "I'm here for Krissy Diggs."
The man walked back to his desk, lighting a cigarette. "Oh good, she can hear she's fired from somebody who cares."
While this urge to choke this bastard with his tie grew, she tried her best to keep calm. "Surely there's some way to work this out? Give her less night shifts, maybe?"
Mr. Scholl blew a puff of smoke in her face, smirking as she gritted her teeth in anger. "Dollface, if your cunt-munching sweetheart can't handle the hours, I have no use for her."
She felt her white hot temper bubble over its limit, so she stood suddenly and slammed her hands down on the table. "Listen, you fucktard..."
He just smiled and smiled. "Now look. Maybe we can work something out. You showing up instead of her is a bit of a kink in the original plan but I'm perfectly happy with modifying it."
She folded her arms and frowned down at him. "What the hell are you on about?"
He leaned back in his chair, taking another whiff with yet another infuriating smirk. "You could always start by getting under the desk."
Her face contorted with disgust and she tried to work her mouth with rage. When that didn't work, she settled for turning on her heel towards the door. As soon as her hand was on the doorknob, his voice called out. "That's the right thing to do. Don't forget, be a good girl and give your a lover a hug when she starts crying."
She stilled a little, biting her lip. Maybe it would be giving him what he wanted just once and it'd be fine. She could handle that.
He spoke again. "So how long do you think it will be before neither of you can afford your place anymore?"
Her head now resting on the door, she closed her eyes, hating how they burned. Eventually, she turned back around, feeling completely beaten.
"It won't be just one blowjob, will it?"
He shook his head, looking unbearably smug. "God no. I have a friend in the business who'll just love to take care of a beautiful girl like you."
She slunk back, much preferring him when he wasn't trying to be nice. "And if I do this, what will you do for Goggles?"
He beckoned her over with a smile and she followed his order, not getting under the desk just yet. "Better pay, I'll get the guys off her back and any hours she fucking wants."
That was more than good enough for her.
Pairings: Marz/Goggles, Marz/OC
H/C Bingo Prompt: Sexual Extortion (to protect someone else)
Word Count: 720
Disclaimer: Everything is mine except for MarzGurl and Goggles.
A/N While technically it's the second "how they properly got started" fic (keeva did the first, which was Chick's)... yeah, I don't know where I'm going with this, here's how Marz got started. Enjoy as best you can!
Marz stormed into the factory where Goggles worked, justifiably pissed off. They'd been having a good night for once, eating ice cream, not caring that it was getting on the bed covers, and watching shitty anime. But then Goggles' boss had called, bitching that she had missed far too many shifts and she needed to come and see him right away. After much pleading and flirty promises, she had gone instead while Goggles slept.
It was two in the fucking morning.
Amidst her rage, she realized she didn't have a clue where the boss's office actually was. After about five minutes of searching, she found a guy sawing something on his desk. She tapped him lightly on the shoulder so nobody would lose a hand and he stopped, looking at her.
"Can I help you, miss?" He seemed nice enough.
"Yeah, you can. Can you tell me where Mr. Scholl's office is, please?"
He was looking at her cleavage but with her jumpsuit zipper close to showing the top of her bra, she decided to let it pass. "You got an appointment?"
"I'm here for Goggles." At his confused expression, she amended her answer. "Krissy."
He wrinkled his nose like he was remembering something unpleasant but gave into her puppy eyes. "Upstairs, first door on the right. Be careful, though, he's an asshole."
She smiled gratefully and bent over a little, giving him more of a view as a treat. "I think I can handle it. Thank you!"
This place really needed an elevator, she thought, as she managed the end of the stairs with aching legs. She knocked on the closed door of the office and a fat, tall man wearing one of those shirts with the loosened tie you always saw fat, sweaty business men wear appeared. He looked her up and down with an appraising leer.
"Now I didn't order anyone tonight but..."
She shuddered, raising her hand to stop him in his tracks. "I'm here for Krissy Diggs."
The man walked back to his desk, lighting a cigarette. "Oh good, she can hear she's fired from somebody who cares."
While this urge to choke this bastard with his tie grew, she tried her best to keep calm. "Surely there's some way to work this out? Give her less night shifts, maybe?"
Mr. Scholl blew a puff of smoke in her face, smirking as she gritted her teeth in anger. "Dollface, if your cunt-munching sweetheart can't handle the hours, I have no use for her."
She felt her white hot temper bubble over its limit, so she stood suddenly and slammed her hands down on the table. "Listen, you fucktard..."
He just smiled and smiled. "Now look. Maybe we can work something out. You showing up instead of her is a bit of a kink in the original plan but I'm perfectly happy with modifying it."
She folded her arms and frowned down at him. "What the hell are you on about?"
He leaned back in his chair, taking another whiff with yet another infuriating smirk. "You could always start by getting under the desk."
Her face contorted with disgust and she tried to work her mouth with rage. When that didn't work, she settled for turning on her heel towards the door. As soon as her hand was on the doorknob, his voice called out. "That's the right thing to do. Don't forget, be a good girl and give your a lover a hug when she starts crying."
She stilled a little, biting her lip. Maybe it would be giving him what he wanted just once and it'd be fine. She could handle that.
He spoke again. "So how long do you think it will be before neither of you can afford your place anymore?"
Her head now resting on the door, she closed her eyes, hating how they burned. Eventually, she turned back around, feeling completely beaten.
"It won't be just one blowjob, will it?"
He shook his head, looking unbearably smug. "God no. I have a friend in the business who'll just love to take care of a beautiful girl like you."
She slunk back, much preferring him when he wasn't trying to be nice. "And if I do this, what will you do for Goggles?"
He beckoned her over with a smile and she followed his order, not getting under the desk just yet. "Better pay, I'll get the guys off her back and any hours she fucking wants."
That was more than good enough for her.