Fic: Victim Convenience (Dillinger Sr/Lora) Tron
Title: Victim Convenience
Pairing: Dillinger Sr./Lora
Rating: R
Warnings: slight dub-con, violence, D/s themes, mild mindfuck
Word Count: 4,876
Disclaimer: Disney owns all. Shocking fact -- I'm not Disney.
Summary: He's not a man who gets what he wants, but sometimes he gets what he needs.
Author's note: Written for aeon_entwined
The first time he saw her she had been on the arm of Kevin Flynn.
It was the company Christmas party and the cocky young programmer had come over to show off his latest conquest. The girl smiled brightly, obviously pleased with herself for having caught the attention of Encom's rising young star.
She was lovely, that was for sure and he let his eyes wander over her form as discreetly as possible.
Not slyly enough however, because Flynn quirked an eyebrow and gave him a smug, malicious look that screamed 'Like what you see old man? Too bad! Cause you'll never have it or anything like it.' Before taking a sip of his champagne.
When the couple walked away his wife sniffed and commented on the shortness of the young woman's skirt. Whorish she had said.
**********
The second time he saw her was when he ran into her in a Encom hallway.
She smiled politely and had made pleasantries about the weather and how things were going down in her sector. He had tried to make his job sound important. Tried to smile more and stand up straighter. Tried to impress her. Although he wasn't quite sure why he cared about making a good impression. She wasn't anyone all that important.
But despite his efforts she had been fidgety, obviously eager to get away. He smiled at her and nodded his head when she said she had to get back to work. Let her go without letting on that he felt slighted.
Of course she wouldn't want to talk with him. He was so much older then she was and she was Flynn's girl after all. No doubt that brat had already sullied his reputation to her.
He watched her walk away and admired the curve of her back and her long legs. Felt a simmer of resentment in his breast.
**********
The third time was a bit of a surprise.
She had come on her own, sought him out. When she first walked through the door of his small office his heart had skipped a beat with excitement.
She said nothing, but simply strode over and sat down in a chair; smoothing out the rumples in her skirt and breathing a loud sigh.
"Can I help you Miss Baines?" he had asked in a friendly tone.
She looked up at him and smiled hesitantly before gazing back down. She seemed nervous and he stopped smiling.
"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Dillinger. It really isn't very appropriate I know. But I was wondering if you could maybe cut down on the amount of work you've been assigning Kevin Flynn."
His stomach clenched with a stab of sudden anger that went straight through him. Of course it was going to be about Flynn. How stupid he was to think that she would want anything to do with him.
"I give Mr. Flynn a proper amount of work. No more or less than any of the other programmers in my department. Are you trying to tell me he can't handle it? He's been getting his work in on time. I have not seen any evidence of a problem."
That was a total lie.
Flynn was always slacking off. Using his work time to code his personal projects. Using Encom computers after hours to test them out. There was a problem as far as he was concerned and he had upped the young man's work load in retaliation.
But Flynn, the jackass that he was -- had still managed to get everything done. How he could work on personal projects and get a quarter of the departments work load done in time was a mystery to Dillinger.
Perhaps Flynn really was just that brilliant. Not something he liked to have to admit.
"I know he's been getting it done and no, it's not that he can't handle it. It's just that he's been so busy I hardly get to see him lately."
He snorted in amusement at her foolishness. How could she possibly think that was any concern of his. He was Flynns supervisor, not his friend.
"I know this must make me seem very un-professional. I didn't want to have to come to you. But you seemed like a gentlemen the other times we've spoken and I thought I might find a sympathetic ear. You see, my mother is in the hospital and it's bad. I need to fly out to D.C. to be there for her in case she doesn't make it. I want Kevin to come with me. But he claims there's no way he can, not with all the work you assigned him this week. He also says he doesn't have any vacation days left. But I thought maybe you would be willing to do him a favor. Let him have the week off and divide up his work. I know it's a lot to ask, but it would be very appreciated."
She looked so sad at that moment. So vulnerable, that his heart softened. The flattery didn't hurt either. He had wanted to impress her before and this was a perfect opportunity.
So in the end he had agreed to let Flynn go. It was worth it for the look of gratitude shining in her eyes. She had told him he was a good man and thanked him with a handshake. Her palm was warm and soft and the feel of it sent tingles through his body. He walked her to the door and he could smell her perfume. Not overpowering but subtle, lovely and delicate; like her.
When she was gone he had sat in the chair she had just occupied, enjoying the warmth her body had left behind and considered his options.
He had made up his mind that he wanted her. She was with Flynn that was true. But that would not serve as a hindrance. Because despite what she thought in her innocence; he was not a good man.
Flynn went on his little trip. He was clearly upset that his girlfriend had interfered in his work. The other man was suspicious of his motivations behind allowing it. He was right to feel that way.
That week gave Dillinger plenty of time to find out what secret projects Kevin Flynn had been working on. Gave him more time then he even needed to put a plan in motion. When Flynn came back to work the next week, it was to find a changed company.
He was of course full of rage once he figured out what had happened. He made accusations. A meeting was held. But he ruined himself when he lost his temper and lashed out. A physical attack did not impress the the higher ups. Flynn came across as a danger and was suitably fired.
Everything had turned out quite well and he was feeling very pleased with himself as he packed up his small office. Ready to ascend to the higher ranks, eager to build himself a powerful and successful future. He was feeling rather impressed with himself.
He hoped Lora Baines would be impressed too.
**********
The forth time he saw her, he sought her out.
He went down to the basement laser lab and found her wrapped up in a lab coat and thick safety goggles, her slim beauty hidden. He was eager to let her know of his new importance and status. Wanted to reassure her that even though Flynn no longer worked for Encom, she could still rely on him if she ever needed anything.
She had said not a word, but led him to her tiny office; more like a closet then anything.
When the door shut behind them she removed the offending items and placed them over her chair. Her body language was tense, her eyes cold. He regretted coming down to see her. Things were not going to go the way he had planned.
"Is it true? What Kevin says you did to him?"
The look she fixed him with was full of cold fury. He realized she must be the type to defend what she loved fiercely. It made him feel new respect for her. He wasn't sure what to say. Should he try lying about it? She would most certainly believe whatever Flynn had told her. So he said nothing, turned instead to grab the door handle and twisted it, getting ready to leave.
She was on him in an instant. Slamming the door back shut, palm flat against the particle board beside his shoulder. She was clearly very angry.
"You got him fired! Don't you have anything to say about that?"
It was bad idea to antagonize her, but he couldn't hold his tongue.
"Mr. Flynn got himself terminated. No one made him concoct absurd lies, no one forced him to attack me in public. He's brought this on himself."
He shoved her hand away from the door and she let him. Some of her anger cooling. He turned his back to her in order to open the door but stopped when she spoke.
"I thought you were a nice person. You helped me. I -- I thought maybe we were friends..."
She sounded so disappointed it cut him straight down to the bone. It was the same tone of voice his wife used, the same as his mother, his sister. The same as his son, as young as he was; whenever he failed to preform some important fatherly duty. It made his blood boil. How dare she be disappointed in him, she barely knew him. It wasn't her place to judge him!
"You were mistaken Miss Baines. We were no such thing. I helped solely because I am a gentlemen and if a women comes crying to me, it is my duty to help her. Even if it means also assisting her worthless, self-absorbed boyfriend. I'm not sorry that some of my actions may have incited Flynn to reveal his own ineptitude. It's far better for Encom that he not work here anymore. In fact I hope he never finds work in the field again. He doesn't deserve anything that came his way. He thought he could coast on through on his youth and good looks, minimal talent. While other, more harder working people were passed over. But he got what he deserved in the end. He was a cocky little brat. And you Miss Baines -- Everyone thought you looked like a whore at last year's Christmas party!"
His voice had grown steadily louder until he was nearly yelling. His temper out of control. Her eyes had gotten larger and larger until they were a big as saucers, her mouth hanging open in shock.
He felt a surge of triumph that he had been able to wound her. That will show her, he thought. Then her eyes suddenly narrowed, expression sharp and blazing hot.
Her hand shoot out and struck him in the face, slapping him with all her might. His head snapped back and slammed into the door and he was left momentarily stunned.
He couldn't believe she had just done that. The bitch!
"You're going to regret that."
His voice was deep and rough with anger and shame. It was embarrassing that a women had just hit him. Bad enough when it was Flynn. But the bastards little girlfriend. Now that was unacceptable.
Dillinger put up with a lot of other people's bullshit. He put up with it and tolerated it and let others walk all over him. That was the way it had been his whole life. But he had always tried to maintain a certain sense of being better then he was. A measure of dignity about his person. And he was damned if he was going to let a women take that away from him.
He was on the board of directors now. He didn't need to put up with anything that he didn't want to anymore.
Her anger was dissipating, a look of disbelief in her eyes. She backed away from him slowly and opened her mouth to give some kind of weak excuse.
He didn't give her the opportunity.
He lashed out and grabbed a hold of her upper arm. The office was small enough that he hardly had to move from where he was. She gave a shocked little squeak and he pulled her to him, until she was pressed against him; chest to chest. Her eyes widened once more, this time with fear and he felt a surge of excitement, a thrill of power.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice was shrill as she hissed the words out. He gripped her arm tighter and she winced in pain. He could smell her, the same perfume she had worn before that he had admired so much.
Her golden hair was tightly tucked up into a bun and he had the sudden need to see it framing her face. He reached up with his other hand and pulled out the clip, letting the soft blond waves fall around her shoulder in a glittering cascade. She sucked in a sharp breath of surprise and began struggling to get away. He wrapped his free hand in those loose curls and gripped hard. It had the desired effect and she stilled.
"Please -- don't do this."
He regarded her for a moment without speaking. He was a little surprised with himself. That he would be so bold. He was not used to taking what he wanted. His normal state of being was one of constant desiring for things he couldn't have. Stealing Kevin Flynn's work had been the first time that he had taken what he wanted. That had turned out to benefit him quite a lot. Perhaps he should make it a habit. Take the other precious thing that Flynn owned.
He remembered the look Flynn had given him at the party -- the 'you'll never have it' mixed with contempt.
But times had changed and he along with them. He was now a man who deserved to have nice things. A big office, acclaim from industry peers, money. He might as well add a beautiful woman to the list.
He smirked and pulled her head back, exposing the graceful line of her milky throat. He leaned in and inhaled deeply, trying to burn her scent into his memory. She made a soft noise of distress and he savored the control he had over her in that moment. He fancied he could do anything he wanted to her here and now and there was no one to stop him.
The rest of her team had gone on lunch break. Gibbs and the others not due back for some time.
Debauched thoughts swirled in his head and he felt momentarily frightened of himself. He knew he was not the best of men. But he had never thought himself capable of those sorts of things. But it was too late, he had tasted power and liked it. He wanted to embrace this new version of himself.
He placed a soft kiss to her pale throat and her body shuddered. He could feel the press of her breasts against his chest, the hard peaks of her nipples through the material of her blouse. A shock of lust burned through him and he sighed deeply in satisfaction before dragging his tongue up her neck.
She cursed and kicked out at him, catching him in the shin and he let out a undignified yelp of pain. Her eyes were proud again when he sharply meet her gaze, anger once again mounting steeply. She smirked, that same cocky look Flynn often wore when taunting him.
He growled in rage and quickly spun her around, slamming her back into the door. She cried out loudly, eyes scrunched shut in pain. His hand had tightened in her hair and she reached up to claw at his fist in an effort to relieve the pressure. He lessened his grip and she let her hand fall, but then both her hands came up to grab a hold of his shoulders, sharp finger nails digging into his flesh through his suit.
He grunted in annoyance and pain and covered her small body with his own, pinning her to the door. Her nails dug in deeper and she shoved against him with all her might. But he was stronger than her by far.
He looked down at her with contempt and raw lust. Her face was flushed, wisps of her golden hair sticking to her damp skin. Her eyes were bright and slightly wild. In that moment he wanted her more then he had ever wanted anyone. It took him by surprise. He had never been a man of intense passion. But there was something about this women...
The thought popped up that it was exciting because she was Flynn's and any opportunity to hurt him was one worth taking. But he shoved that aside. There didn't need to be a reason. He was in charge now. Of the situation, of Encom, of his own life -- of her.
It was a heady rush indeed.
He forced a knee between her legs and she snarled in anger, tried to tighten her thighs so he couldn't part them. But his strength won out again and he shoved his cloth covered knee up into her center and she hissed in pain. One of her hands darted up and she slapped him again, nails leaving stinging furrows behind. He gasped in pain, could feel blood welling up in the scratches. He pressed his knee up further in retaliation, forcing her up on he toes in an attempt to escape.
If she hurt him he was going to hurt her.
They glared at each other for a moment, hate clear in her expression.
"Just get it over with. Whatever sick power trip you're on, just hurry up and do what you want."
He was taken aback by the statement. Was she really going to submit that easily and stop fighting?
"Are you going to be a good girl then?"
It was cheap and cloying; learned from reading too many crime thrillers. But it felt good rolling off his tongue. The look on her face softened and she smiled coyly. suddenly timid, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. He wasn't sure if he could trust her, but he liked her better like this and decided to just go with it.
"I will be, I promise. Just please -- don't hurt me anymore..."
Her voice was pleading and vulnerable, the anger in her body language had melted away and now she lay limp in submission. Propped up and pinned against the door by his body. He felt himself relax somewhat in relief. As interesting as it was to be the aggressive one for once, it wasn't really like him. He would rather have her go along with it and not make it difficult.
He brought his knee down so he was no longer causing her too much pain. Instead gently rubbing it against her core, trying to spark some interest in her. She flinched but made no other movements and he kept the motion up as he leaned in to kiss her. She looked panicked for a split second but then she closed her eyes just as their lips meet.
It was soft at first, but she didnt't respond and it annoyed him. He crushed their mouths together and tried to coax her mouth open with his tongue but she resisted. He pulled back and glared at her, she was not doing what she was suppose to.
"You said you would be good. That means doing what I want you too. Surely you know what to do. You've been with that slut Flynn, I know he's showed you a thing or two..."
Her eyes narrowed and the line of her mouth tightened. She was still holding onto his shoulders but she let go with one hand and let it drift down to his tie. She grabbed it and pulled, he followed and she brought him in for a kiss.
This time she opened her mouth to him and he moaned deeply at the feel of her wet tongue sliding against his. The kiss was sloppy, his excitement making finesse impossible and when he drew back she was smirking coldly. He didn't like that look, felt uneasy with it. But she suddenly voiced a breathy gasp that tapered off into a moan. Pushing her crotch down against his knee, eyes fluttering closed, face a mask of pleasure.
He felt such a rush of lust at the display it was nearly painful.
When she opened her eyes they were glassy and dark, her face even more flushed. Her lips were swollen and she darted her tongue out to wet them, making the plump flesh glisten.
"Kiss me -- please..."
He melted against her and brought his mouth down on hers with desperation. A warm feeling of sweet triumph flooding his body. He relaxed fingers that had been tangled in soft blond curls and let his hand fall away to cup her cheek in his large palm. He tilted her head, the new angle allowing him to thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. She was responding with equal fervor, licking and nipping and driving him wild with her wanton moans of pleasure.
It was wonderful.
He was harder then he could ever remember being in his whole life. If she was going to be this responsive just from kissing -- well, he was certainly going to enjoy this little tryst.
What made it all the better though, was when the image of Flynn came to mind. Of his face, expression one of utter despair. He would have to find some way to let Flynn know about this, find some way to rub it in. That was going to be fun, far more so then stealing video games from him. Kevin Flynn would be crushed to learn that he -- Edward Dillinger, had made a slut out of his girlfriend. He greatly looked forward to the look on the other's face, to his pain and anger.
He was terribly distracted by all these thoughts of Flynn. The kiss hadn't slowed down, but his body had become completely relaxed against hers. His knee was still moving, but only slightly; it was she doing most of the grinding now.
He felt utterly content...
Then she bit him!
Her teeth slammed down on his tongue and she bit into it with a terrible force. He screamed into her mouth, shocked and in pain. He tore himself away from her, totally taken by surprise.
She took advantage of his stunned state. He had pulled away from her and she was no longer pinned. His knee had also been removed, as well as the hand in her hair. He still had a hold of her arm but it made no difference. In one swift and stealthy movement she had spun around his body, his necktie still held tight in her fist. She maneuvered behind him and pulled, chocking him and bringing him to his knees.
She pressed a sharp knee into his back and forced him over farther, making the noose tighten. He panicked and tried to claw at it, tried to hit her but couldn't reach her. She was to well positioned. She had him totally at her mercy.
A few terrifying moments went by and he thought she might actually kill him. But then she let go with a sudden move and he fell to the ground, hard; face smashing into the cold concrete floor painfully. She kept her knee in his back though and followed him down, pressing him into the ground. He was gasping for air, face turned to the side, eyes wide with shock. She leaned over him and he could see the look of cold fury on her face.
"You were right about one thing you know, Kevin has taught me a few things. How to fake it, for one. How to take control for another."
She pressed down harder with her knee, directly on his spine and he couldn't stop the whimper that slipped past his bloodied lips. He had been a fool to underestimate her.
Miss Lora Baines was not a woman to trifle with. He had learned that the hard way.
"If you ever bother me or Kevin again you'll be sorry. Do you understand?"
He told her that he did, repeated it numerously to try and prove his sincerity.
There was a noise outside the door and then a knock, loud like a gun shot in the tense silence.
"Lora, are you alright in there? What's going on?"
It was Gibbs, back from break. He trembled with shame. He wouldn't be able to handle it if the older man were to witness this humiliation.
"Everything's fine Walter, just moving some office furniture around. I'll be out in a minute."
Her voice was back to the sweet friendly tone it normally had, no hint of aggression left. He tried to smother the whimper that wanted to break free when she gave one final shove of her knee and then got up.
He watched from the floor as she straightened out her appearance. Gathered her hair in her hands and remade the bun. Reapplied her smudged lipstick, evened out her glasses and smoothed her rumpled clothes. She put her lab coat back on as well as her safety goggles. She looked as if nothing had occurred. Only the blush still staining her cheeks was left to give witness to the turmoil of the last few minutes.
He made no move to get up off the floor. She seemed to understand his reluctance.
"I'll distract them. In ten minutes quietly slip out. Don't let anyone see you."
He nodded his head in compliance and watched in silence as she opened the door just enough to slide out. Her confident stride echoing on the concrete floor, growing fainter until it disappeared.
He stayed on the floor, not daring to get up. Feeling dazed, but strangely satiated. It was only when he got up to leave that he noticed the wet spot in the crotch of his trousers.
**********
The fifth time he saw her, many months had passed since their humiliating encounter.
He had heard through the office grapevine that she and Flynn had broken up. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. There was a time when he would have been glad. Seen it as an opportunity to make his move on her. But now he just felt apathetic about it.
He had more important things to think about.
The Master Control Program was coming along nicely, growing more intelligent and powerful by the day. Space Paranoids was a huge success and he'd been well praised for it. He was feeling as content as he could ever remember being.
But still, something nagged at him...
After the incident with Lora he had lived in constant fear of the police showing up at any moment. Any sane person would have reported what he had done. But she had apparently kept her mouth shut. Not even telling Flynn about it. For if she had, he surely would have shown up to avenge her honor or some such nonsense. It made him nervous. He still felt like an anvil was going to drop on his head any second. That the truth would get out and then what would he do?
It had been hard enough to explain his injuries after the fact. He had made up a wild story about being attacked by a rabid raccoon in the Encom parking garage (he bit his tongue in the ensuing struggle) that had satisfied his wife. But everyone else had looked at him incredulously and still gave him suspicious looks.
He just wished he knew where they stood. Was Lora really okay with just letting it go?
But he was too frightened of her wrath to risk approaching her to ask her about it. She had well and truly scared the shit out of him that day.
So when the door to his office had opened that night, after hours; to admit Miss Lora Baines. He had instantly tensed up with anxiety.
She looked as radiant as always and exuded great confidence. She was dressed very differently then she normally did. A tight blouse, short leather skirt and high heels. Her golden hair was down, lips painted blood red and eyes dark with mascara.
She looked magnificent and despite everything that had happened between them, he couldn't help but feel a stirring of lust.
She walked right over to where he was seated behind his desk and it was then that he noticed the riding crop in her right hand. He gulped audibly and she smiled at him with insincere sweetness.
She sat on the edge of his big, shiny, black desk; back straight and eyes intense. There was a moment of sharp silence between them before she spoke, voice deep and sultry, tone full of authority.
"On your knees Mr. Dillinger..."
He didn't for a second think of disobeying...
Pairing: Dillinger Sr./Lora
Rating: R
Warnings: slight dub-con, violence, D/s themes, mild mindfuck
Word Count: 4,876
Disclaimer: Disney owns all. Shocking fact -- I'm not Disney.
Summary: He's not a man who gets what he wants, but sometimes he gets what he needs.
Author's note: Written for aeon_entwined
The first time he saw her she had been on the arm of Kevin Flynn.
It was the company Christmas party and the cocky young programmer had come over to show off his latest conquest. The girl smiled brightly, obviously pleased with herself for having caught the attention of Encom's rising young star.
She was lovely, that was for sure and he let his eyes wander over her form as discreetly as possible.
Not slyly enough however, because Flynn quirked an eyebrow and gave him a smug, malicious look that screamed 'Like what you see old man? Too bad! Cause you'll never have it or anything like it.' Before taking a sip of his champagne.
When the couple walked away his wife sniffed and commented on the shortness of the young woman's skirt. Whorish she had said.
**********
The second time he saw her was when he ran into her in a Encom hallway.
She smiled politely and had made pleasantries about the weather and how things were going down in her sector. He had tried to make his job sound important. Tried to smile more and stand up straighter. Tried to impress her. Although he wasn't quite sure why he cared about making a good impression. She wasn't anyone all that important.
But despite his efforts she had been fidgety, obviously eager to get away. He smiled at her and nodded his head when she said she had to get back to work. Let her go without letting on that he felt slighted.
Of course she wouldn't want to talk with him. He was so much older then she was and she was Flynn's girl after all. No doubt that brat had already sullied his reputation to her.
He watched her walk away and admired the curve of her back and her long legs. Felt a simmer of resentment in his breast.
**********
The third time was a bit of a surprise.
She had come on her own, sought him out. When she first walked through the door of his small office his heart had skipped a beat with excitement.
She said nothing, but simply strode over and sat down in a chair; smoothing out the rumples in her skirt and breathing a loud sigh.
"Can I help you Miss Baines?" he had asked in a friendly tone.
She looked up at him and smiled hesitantly before gazing back down. She seemed nervous and he stopped smiling.
"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Dillinger. It really isn't very appropriate I know. But I was wondering if you could maybe cut down on the amount of work you've been assigning Kevin Flynn."
His stomach clenched with a stab of sudden anger that went straight through him. Of course it was going to be about Flynn. How stupid he was to think that she would want anything to do with him.
"I give Mr. Flynn a proper amount of work. No more or less than any of the other programmers in my department. Are you trying to tell me he can't handle it? He's been getting his work in on time. I have not seen any evidence of a problem."
That was a total lie.
Flynn was always slacking off. Using his work time to code his personal projects. Using Encom computers after hours to test them out. There was a problem as far as he was concerned and he had upped the young man's work load in retaliation.
But Flynn, the jackass that he was -- had still managed to get everything done. How he could work on personal projects and get a quarter of the departments work load done in time was a mystery to Dillinger.
Perhaps Flynn really was just that brilliant. Not something he liked to have to admit.
"I know he's been getting it done and no, it's not that he can't handle it. It's just that he's been so busy I hardly get to see him lately."
He snorted in amusement at her foolishness. How could she possibly think that was any concern of his. He was Flynns supervisor, not his friend.
"I know this must make me seem very un-professional. I didn't want to have to come to you. But you seemed like a gentlemen the other times we've spoken and I thought I might find a sympathetic ear. You see, my mother is in the hospital and it's bad. I need to fly out to D.C. to be there for her in case she doesn't make it. I want Kevin to come with me. But he claims there's no way he can, not with all the work you assigned him this week. He also says he doesn't have any vacation days left. But I thought maybe you would be willing to do him a favor. Let him have the week off and divide up his work. I know it's a lot to ask, but it would be very appreciated."
She looked so sad at that moment. So vulnerable, that his heart softened. The flattery didn't hurt either. He had wanted to impress her before and this was a perfect opportunity.
So in the end he had agreed to let Flynn go. It was worth it for the look of gratitude shining in her eyes. She had told him he was a good man and thanked him with a handshake. Her palm was warm and soft and the feel of it sent tingles through his body. He walked her to the door and he could smell her perfume. Not overpowering but subtle, lovely and delicate; like her.
When she was gone he had sat in the chair she had just occupied, enjoying the warmth her body had left behind and considered his options.
He had made up his mind that he wanted her. She was with Flynn that was true. But that would not serve as a hindrance. Because despite what she thought in her innocence; he was not a good man.
Flynn went on his little trip. He was clearly upset that his girlfriend had interfered in his work. The other man was suspicious of his motivations behind allowing it. He was right to feel that way.
That week gave Dillinger plenty of time to find out what secret projects Kevin Flynn had been working on. Gave him more time then he even needed to put a plan in motion. When Flynn came back to work the next week, it was to find a changed company.
He was of course full of rage once he figured out what had happened. He made accusations. A meeting was held. But he ruined himself when he lost his temper and lashed out. A physical attack did not impress the the higher ups. Flynn came across as a danger and was suitably fired.
Everything had turned out quite well and he was feeling very pleased with himself as he packed up his small office. Ready to ascend to the higher ranks, eager to build himself a powerful and successful future. He was feeling rather impressed with himself.
He hoped Lora Baines would be impressed too.
**********
The forth time he saw her, he sought her out.
He went down to the basement laser lab and found her wrapped up in a lab coat and thick safety goggles, her slim beauty hidden. He was eager to let her know of his new importance and status. Wanted to reassure her that even though Flynn no longer worked for Encom, she could still rely on him if she ever needed anything.
She had said not a word, but led him to her tiny office; more like a closet then anything.
When the door shut behind them she removed the offending items and placed them over her chair. Her body language was tense, her eyes cold. He regretted coming down to see her. Things were not going to go the way he had planned.
"Is it true? What Kevin says you did to him?"
The look she fixed him with was full of cold fury. He realized she must be the type to defend what she loved fiercely. It made him feel new respect for her. He wasn't sure what to say. Should he try lying about it? She would most certainly believe whatever Flynn had told her. So he said nothing, turned instead to grab the door handle and twisted it, getting ready to leave.
She was on him in an instant. Slamming the door back shut, palm flat against the particle board beside his shoulder. She was clearly very angry.
"You got him fired! Don't you have anything to say about that?"
It was bad idea to antagonize her, but he couldn't hold his tongue.
"Mr. Flynn got himself terminated. No one made him concoct absurd lies, no one forced him to attack me in public. He's brought this on himself."
He shoved her hand away from the door and she let him. Some of her anger cooling. He turned his back to her in order to open the door but stopped when she spoke.
"I thought you were a nice person. You helped me. I -- I thought maybe we were friends..."
She sounded so disappointed it cut him straight down to the bone. It was the same tone of voice his wife used, the same as his mother, his sister. The same as his son, as young as he was; whenever he failed to preform some important fatherly duty. It made his blood boil. How dare she be disappointed in him, she barely knew him. It wasn't her place to judge him!
"You were mistaken Miss Baines. We were no such thing. I helped solely because I am a gentlemen and if a women comes crying to me, it is my duty to help her. Even if it means also assisting her worthless, self-absorbed boyfriend. I'm not sorry that some of my actions may have incited Flynn to reveal his own ineptitude. It's far better for Encom that he not work here anymore. In fact I hope he never finds work in the field again. He doesn't deserve anything that came his way. He thought he could coast on through on his youth and good looks, minimal talent. While other, more harder working people were passed over. But he got what he deserved in the end. He was a cocky little brat. And you Miss Baines -- Everyone thought you looked like a whore at last year's Christmas party!"
His voice had grown steadily louder until he was nearly yelling. His temper out of control. Her eyes had gotten larger and larger until they were a big as saucers, her mouth hanging open in shock.
He felt a surge of triumph that he had been able to wound her. That will show her, he thought. Then her eyes suddenly narrowed, expression sharp and blazing hot.
Her hand shoot out and struck him in the face, slapping him with all her might. His head snapped back and slammed into the door and he was left momentarily stunned.
He couldn't believe she had just done that. The bitch!
"You're going to regret that."
His voice was deep and rough with anger and shame. It was embarrassing that a women had just hit him. Bad enough when it was Flynn. But the bastards little girlfriend. Now that was unacceptable.
Dillinger put up with a lot of other people's bullshit. He put up with it and tolerated it and let others walk all over him. That was the way it had been his whole life. But he had always tried to maintain a certain sense of being better then he was. A measure of dignity about his person. And he was damned if he was going to let a women take that away from him.
He was on the board of directors now. He didn't need to put up with anything that he didn't want to anymore.
Her anger was dissipating, a look of disbelief in her eyes. She backed away from him slowly and opened her mouth to give some kind of weak excuse.
He didn't give her the opportunity.
He lashed out and grabbed a hold of her upper arm. The office was small enough that he hardly had to move from where he was. She gave a shocked little squeak and he pulled her to him, until she was pressed against him; chest to chest. Her eyes widened once more, this time with fear and he felt a surge of excitement, a thrill of power.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice was shrill as she hissed the words out. He gripped her arm tighter and she winced in pain. He could smell her, the same perfume she had worn before that he had admired so much.
Her golden hair was tightly tucked up into a bun and he had the sudden need to see it framing her face. He reached up with his other hand and pulled out the clip, letting the soft blond waves fall around her shoulder in a glittering cascade. She sucked in a sharp breath of surprise and began struggling to get away. He wrapped his free hand in those loose curls and gripped hard. It had the desired effect and she stilled.
"Please -- don't do this."
He regarded her for a moment without speaking. He was a little surprised with himself. That he would be so bold. He was not used to taking what he wanted. His normal state of being was one of constant desiring for things he couldn't have. Stealing Kevin Flynn's work had been the first time that he had taken what he wanted. That had turned out to benefit him quite a lot. Perhaps he should make it a habit. Take the other precious thing that Flynn owned.
He remembered the look Flynn had given him at the party -- the 'you'll never have it' mixed with contempt.
But times had changed and he along with them. He was now a man who deserved to have nice things. A big office, acclaim from industry peers, money. He might as well add a beautiful woman to the list.
He smirked and pulled her head back, exposing the graceful line of her milky throat. He leaned in and inhaled deeply, trying to burn her scent into his memory. She made a soft noise of distress and he savored the control he had over her in that moment. He fancied he could do anything he wanted to her here and now and there was no one to stop him.
The rest of her team had gone on lunch break. Gibbs and the others not due back for some time.
Debauched thoughts swirled in his head and he felt momentarily frightened of himself. He knew he was not the best of men. But he had never thought himself capable of those sorts of things. But it was too late, he had tasted power and liked it. He wanted to embrace this new version of himself.
He placed a soft kiss to her pale throat and her body shuddered. He could feel the press of her breasts against his chest, the hard peaks of her nipples through the material of her blouse. A shock of lust burned through him and he sighed deeply in satisfaction before dragging his tongue up her neck.
She cursed and kicked out at him, catching him in the shin and he let out a undignified yelp of pain. Her eyes were proud again when he sharply meet her gaze, anger once again mounting steeply. She smirked, that same cocky look Flynn often wore when taunting him.
He growled in rage and quickly spun her around, slamming her back into the door. She cried out loudly, eyes scrunched shut in pain. His hand had tightened in her hair and she reached up to claw at his fist in an effort to relieve the pressure. He lessened his grip and she let her hand fall, but then both her hands came up to grab a hold of his shoulders, sharp finger nails digging into his flesh through his suit.
He grunted in annoyance and pain and covered her small body with his own, pinning her to the door. Her nails dug in deeper and she shoved against him with all her might. But he was stronger than her by far.
He looked down at her with contempt and raw lust. Her face was flushed, wisps of her golden hair sticking to her damp skin. Her eyes were bright and slightly wild. In that moment he wanted her more then he had ever wanted anyone. It took him by surprise. He had never been a man of intense passion. But there was something about this women...
The thought popped up that it was exciting because she was Flynn's and any opportunity to hurt him was one worth taking. But he shoved that aside. There didn't need to be a reason. He was in charge now. Of the situation, of Encom, of his own life -- of her.
It was a heady rush indeed.
He forced a knee between her legs and she snarled in anger, tried to tighten her thighs so he couldn't part them. But his strength won out again and he shoved his cloth covered knee up into her center and she hissed in pain. One of her hands darted up and she slapped him again, nails leaving stinging furrows behind. He gasped in pain, could feel blood welling up in the scratches. He pressed his knee up further in retaliation, forcing her up on he toes in an attempt to escape.
If she hurt him he was going to hurt her.
They glared at each other for a moment, hate clear in her expression.
"Just get it over with. Whatever sick power trip you're on, just hurry up and do what you want."
He was taken aback by the statement. Was she really going to submit that easily and stop fighting?
"Are you going to be a good girl then?"
It was cheap and cloying; learned from reading too many crime thrillers. But it felt good rolling off his tongue. The look on her face softened and she smiled coyly. suddenly timid, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. He wasn't sure if he could trust her, but he liked her better like this and decided to just go with it.
"I will be, I promise. Just please -- don't hurt me anymore..."
Her voice was pleading and vulnerable, the anger in her body language had melted away and now she lay limp in submission. Propped up and pinned against the door by his body. He felt himself relax somewhat in relief. As interesting as it was to be the aggressive one for once, it wasn't really like him. He would rather have her go along with it and not make it difficult.
He brought his knee down so he was no longer causing her too much pain. Instead gently rubbing it against her core, trying to spark some interest in her. She flinched but made no other movements and he kept the motion up as he leaned in to kiss her. She looked panicked for a split second but then she closed her eyes just as their lips meet.
It was soft at first, but she didnt't respond and it annoyed him. He crushed their mouths together and tried to coax her mouth open with his tongue but she resisted. He pulled back and glared at her, she was not doing what she was suppose to.
"You said you would be good. That means doing what I want you too. Surely you know what to do. You've been with that slut Flynn, I know he's showed you a thing or two..."
Her eyes narrowed and the line of her mouth tightened. She was still holding onto his shoulders but she let go with one hand and let it drift down to his tie. She grabbed it and pulled, he followed and she brought him in for a kiss.
This time she opened her mouth to him and he moaned deeply at the feel of her wet tongue sliding against his. The kiss was sloppy, his excitement making finesse impossible and when he drew back she was smirking coldly. He didn't like that look, felt uneasy with it. But she suddenly voiced a breathy gasp that tapered off into a moan. Pushing her crotch down against his knee, eyes fluttering closed, face a mask of pleasure.
He felt such a rush of lust at the display it was nearly painful.
When she opened her eyes they were glassy and dark, her face even more flushed. Her lips were swollen and she darted her tongue out to wet them, making the plump flesh glisten.
"Kiss me -- please..."
He melted against her and brought his mouth down on hers with desperation. A warm feeling of sweet triumph flooding his body. He relaxed fingers that had been tangled in soft blond curls and let his hand fall away to cup her cheek in his large palm. He tilted her head, the new angle allowing him to thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. She was responding with equal fervor, licking and nipping and driving him wild with her wanton moans of pleasure.
It was wonderful.
He was harder then he could ever remember being in his whole life. If she was going to be this responsive just from kissing -- well, he was certainly going to enjoy this little tryst.
What made it all the better though, was when the image of Flynn came to mind. Of his face, expression one of utter despair. He would have to find some way to let Flynn know about this, find some way to rub it in. That was going to be fun, far more so then stealing video games from him. Kevin Flynn would be crushed to learn that he -- Edward Dillinger, had made a slut out of his girlfriend. He greatly looked forward to the look on the other's face, to his pain and anger.
He was terribly distracted by all these thoughts of Flynn. The kiss hadn't slowed down, but his body had become completely relaxed against hers. His knee was still moving, but only slightly; it was she doing most of the grinding now.
He felt utterly content...
Then she bit him!
Her teeth slammed down on his tongue and she bit into it with a terrible force. He screamed into her mouth, shocked and in pain. He tore himself away from her, totally taken by surprise.
She took advantage of his stunned state. He had pulled away from her and she was no longer pinned. His knee had also been removed, as well as the hand in her hair. He still had a hold of her arm but it made no difference. In one swift and stealthy movement she had spun around his body, his necktie still held tight in her fist. She maneuvered behind him and pulled, chocking him and bringing him to his knees.
She pressed a sharp knee into his back and forced him over farther, making the noose tighten. He panicked and tried to claw at it, tried to hit her but couldn't reach her. She was to well positioned. She had him totally at her mercy.
A few terrifying moments went by and he thought she might actually kill him. But then she let go with a sudden move and he fell to the ground, hard; face smashing into the cold concrete floor painfully. She kept her knee in his back though and followed him down, pressing him into the ground. He was gasping for air, face turned to the side, eyes wide with shock. She leaned over him and he could see the look of cold fury on her face.
"You were right about one thing you know, Kevin has taught me a few things. How to fake it, for one. How to take control for another."
She pressed down harder with her knee, directly on his spine and he couldn't stop the whimper that slipped past his bloodied lips. He had been a fool to underestimate her.
Miss Lora Baines was not a woman to trifle with. He had learned that the hard way.
"If you ever bother me or Kevin again you'll be sorry. Do you understand?"
He told her that he did, repeated it numerously to try and prove his sincerity.
There was a noise outside the door and then a knock, loud like a gun shot in the tense silence.
"Lora, are you alright in there? What's going on?"
It was Gibbs, back from break. He trembled with shame. He wouldn't be able to handle it if the older man were to witness this humiliation.
"Everything's fine Walter, just moving some office furniture around. I'll be out in a minute."
Her voice was back to the sweet friendly tone it normally had, no hint of aggression left. He tried to smother the whimper that wanted to break free when she gave one final shove of her knee and then got up.
He watched from the floor as she straightened out her appearance. Gathered her hair in her hands and remade the bun. Reapplied her smudged lipstick, evened out her glasses and smoothed her rumpled clothes. She put her lab coat back on as well as her safety goggles. She looked as if nothing had occurred. Only the blush still staining her cheeks was left to give witness to the turmoil of the last few minutes.
He made no move to get up off the floor. She seemed to understand his reluctance.
"I'll distract them. In ten minutes quietly slip out. Don't let anyone see you."
He nodded his head in compliance and watched in silence as she opened the door just enough to slide out. Her confident stride echoing on the concrete floor, growing fainter until it disappeared.
He stayed on the floor, not daring to get up. Feeling dazed, but strangely satiated. It was only when he got up to leave that he noticed the wet spot in the crotch of his trousers.
**********
The fifth time he saw her, many months had passed since their humiliating encounter.
He had heard through the office grapevine that she and Flynn had broken up. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. There was a time when he would have been glad. Seen it as an opportunity to make his move on her. But now he just felt apathetic about it.
He had more important things to think about.
The Master Control Program was coming along nicely, growing more intelligent and powerful by the day. Space Paranoids was a huge success and he'd been well praised for it. He was feeling as content as he could ever remember being.
But still, something nagged at him...
After the incident with Lora he had lived in constant fear of the police showing up at any moment. Any sane person would have reported what he had done. But she had apparently kept her mouth shut. Not even telling Flynn about it. For if she had, he surely would have shown up to avenge her honor or some such nonsense. It made him nervous. He still felt like an anvil was going to drop on his head any second. That the truth would get out and then what would he do?
It had been hard enough to explain his injuries after the fact. He had made up a wild story about being attacked by a rabid raccoon in the Encom parking garage (he bit his tongue in the ensuing struggle) that had satisfied his wife. But everyone else had looked at him incredulously and still gave him suspicious looks.
He just wished he knew where they stood. Was Lora really okay with just letting it go?
But he was too frightened of her wrath to risk approaching her to ask her about it. She had well and truly scared the shit out of him that day.
So when the door to his office had opened that night, after hours; to admit Miss Lora Baines. He had instantly tensed up with anxiety.
She looked as radiant as always and exuded great confidence. She was dressed very differently then she normally did. A tight blouse, short leather skirt and high heels. Her golden hair was down, lips painted blood red and eyes dark with mascara.
She looked magnificent and despite everything that had happened between them, he couldn't help but feel a stirring of lust.
She walked right over to where he was seated behind his desk and it was then that he noticed the riding crop in her right hand. He gulped audibly and she smiled at him with insincere sweetness.
She sat on the edge of his big, shiny, black desk; back straight and eyes intense. There was a moment of sharp silence between them before she spoke, voice deep and sultry, tone full of authority.
"On your knees Mr. Dillinger..."
He didn't for a second think of disobeying...