Amber sat in front of him, leering at him with her big blue eyes coyly lowered. House shoved his glasses back up his nose and went back to filling out stupid paperwork that Cuddy would have a fit if he didn't fill out. She leaned forward as he signed his name. "Gregory Dwight House?" Amber asked, "What the hell kind of middle name is Dwight?"
House sucked in air through his teeth. "You know like I like Ike and all that. Oh wait, not that you would know that growing up on sugary cereals and Saturday morning cartoons."
Amber's smirk only grew even more. "Actually you can learn a lot from Saturday morning cartoons. Like how to seduce the man who should have been your boss. But I'm just wondering what person thinks that Gregory Dwight House even has a name flow." Her foot had somehow left her pump and was making its wicked way up his right leg before it nestled in his groin. She began to rub away. "No response?"
"This is sexual harassment. Plus the Vicodin and I'm old."
"The way I see it," Amber said coyly, "It's not sexual harssament if I don't work for you, but hey... you'd find some way around it like you did with Cameron. Maybe you would fuck me in the exam rooms, the janitor's closet, the therapy baths... I hear fucking in water is amazing." When House didn't answer, she continued, "I mean sure you don't say you slept together, but that doesn't mean you didn't. I like her... she seems all soft, but she's a wildcat underneath..."
She trailed off and licked each of his fingers one by one, until he was putty in her hands. If God had made him as a woman, she would be him... his perfect female alternate universe self. Well, if he believed in God, but Amber was starting to make him hear the holy choir. That or he had scored some bad pot. "That's why I hire them," House finally chocked out in agreement, his prick finally starting to stir.
Amber smiled sweetly. "Of course... but are you talking about your staff or your hookers."
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You and Ai
Date: 2009-06-06 11:05 pm (UTC)House sucked in air through his teeth. "You know like I like Ike and all that. Oh wait, not that you would know that growing up on sugary cereals and Saturday morning cartoons."
Amber's smirk only grew even more. "Actually you can learn a lot from Saturday morning cartoons. Like how to seduce the man who should have been your boss. But I'm just wondering what person thinks that Gregory Dwight House even has a name flow." Her foot had somehow left her pump and was making its wicked way up his right leg before it nestled in his groin. She began to rub away. "No response?"
"This is sexual harassment. Plus the Vicodin and I'm old."
"The way I see it," Amber said coyly, "It's not sexual harssament if I don't work for you, but hey... you'd find some way around it like you did with Cameron. Maybe you would fuck me in the exam rooms, the janitor's closet, the therapy baths... I hear fucking in water is amazing." When House didn't answer, she continued, "I mean sure you don't say you slept together, but that doesn't mean you didn't. I like her... she seems all soft, but she's a wildcat underneath..."
She trailed off and licked each of his fingers one by one, until he was putty in her hands. If God had made him as a woman, she would be him... his perfect female alternate universe self. Well, if he believed in God, but Amber was starting to make him hear the holy choir. That or he had scored some bad pot. "That's why I hire them," House finally chocked out in agreement, his prick finally starting to stir.
Amber smiled sweetly. "Of course... but are you talking about your staff or your hookers."
"Why can't it be both?"
"Good man."