BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

The watch on my wrist buzzes, waking me up from my slumber. It’s six o’clock in the morning. This is the time I would wake up to get ready for work. But, I’m not at home. I’m in Ms. Harshwhinny’s bed. The bed is soft and smooth. The blankets are silk and feel ever so nice. Would probably feel nicer if I was wearing my pajamas…or nothing at all. Instead, I’m still wearing my clothes from yesterday.

I hear movement behind me. I turn to see Ms. Harshwhinny, buttoning up her shirt cuffs, getting ready for work.

“Hey…” I say. She turns around instantly; her eyes have gone back to all business. That soft caring expression I saw last night has disappeared.

“Good morning.” she says drolly. “It’s time to go to work.”

“Ah, okay.” I nod, getting out of bed. I straighten out her bedsheets. She notices this.

“There was no need, but thank you.” she responds to my action, “You should go home, take a shower, and put on new clothes. Someone or somepony might notice that you’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday.”

“Good call.” she makes a good point. I personally don’t think they’ll notice, but there’s no harm in caution.

“It’s okay if you come into work a bit late. I don’t need you in the office until eleven. We have a meeting at twelve thirty, so you have plenty of time.”

“Okay, are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ll see you then.”

“Can I get a glass of water before I go.” my lips feel a bit parched.

“Of course.” she nods, gesturing to the kitchen outside her room.

“Thanks.” I leave her room, and head straight to the kitchen. I haven’t been here before. It’s quite spacious. Then again, that could describe the entirety of her apartment. Ms. Harshwhinny has placed little plaques on the cabinet doors, detailing where everything is. Very nice. I grab a mug and go to the fridge, opening it up to find a pitcher of water. I get a helping, and guzzle down the liquid. That feeling of cold water running through my insides makes me shiver. I never get tired of that…

What’s this on the floor?

I put the mug down and pick up the item on the floor. It’s…black. It’s…lacy….it’s….oh….

It’s panties. It’s Ms. Harshwhinny’s panties.

How did her underwear get over here? Well, she obviously didn’t have it on when we had sex, so…she took it off in the kitchen? Thinking about it now, she was back there for a bit before coming over with the wine. Did she plan this all along? Was all that thinking she was doing just posturing? She could just have been second guessing herself, and gave herself an out just incase. Still…

“Ahem.” I hear Ms. Harshwhinny clear her voice behind me. I turn around, and she can see me holding her underwear. She makes a glance at my hand, holding the look for a bit. Finally, she extends her palm out.

Obviously, she wants them back, so who am I to not give her her underwear back? I place the lace panties in her palm. We hold a gaze on one another for a bit. She nods in thanks, and I nod in no problem.

I should probably go get ready for work.

Home is only a quick cab ride away. It’s strange walking into my dingy apartment after being in what equated to a mansion, but I’m not going to let that bother me. I take my shower, and put on brand new clothes for the day. All set and ready to go.

The offices for the Equestria Games are a mile away from my apartment, so I don’t need a cab to get there. Besides, I have a little over an hour to spare, so I might as well walk it. It’s a nice day out, considering that it was raining a little bit when I was in Ms. Harshwhinny’s apartment, so a walk wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Within twenty minutes, I make it to the building. I get into the elevator and go straight to the fifth floor, where all the magic happens. I don’t know what the other floors are meant for, when we have most of our workers on the fifth. The fourth holds the interns, where I spent the first couple years before my promotion. The first is the lobby, where a good looking receptionist mare named Crystal says hello and greets any visitors. I think my buddy Kevin went on a date with her, last night. I bet he’ll tell me all about it when I see him. I’m not going to tell him about what I did last night; it wouldn’t be right. I also hope he knows about the rule on fraternization.

I get to the fifth floor, and walk past the various employees sitting at their desks, doing whatever it is that they do. I think they do accounting; at least I know Kevin does that, but I’m not entirely sure what everyone else does.

Within a minute, after greeting those who say hello to me, I make it to my desk. As I put my stuff down…

“Hey, buddy!” I hear the voice of Kevin behind me. I turn to greet his smiling face. Kevin is a cool guy. We were friends back home, and were both excited when we were hired on as interns. Nowadays, since we were elevated to employees, we don’t hang out as much. Still, it’s always fun to see him.

“Hey, Kevin.” I smile and give a slight wave.

“So, what did you do, last night?” he gets right into the nitty gritty.

“Man, I was wiped after work. I just went home and crashed for the night.”

“Ah, Ms. Harshwhinny give you a sudden assignment? I noticed that you stayed over when everyone else left.”

“Yeah. Got a call from her at the last minute to look over a contract for Fast Pass. We’re trying to get a hold of her to do the torch lighting for the Equestria Games.” That’s right, Fast Pass. She’s the highest paid Hoofball Player in the sport. We’ve been trying to get a hold of her for the past couple months, and now she’s considering being a part of the opening ceremony for the games, provided the offer is good. Greedy mare.

“Ouch. I’ve seen the e-mails evaluating our written work. Always so anal about the tiniest mistake.”

“True, but at least we got it done. “ I smile. Little does he know, the only reason Ms. Harshwhinny even catches the mistakes, is because she gives me the documents first, and I tell her what errors were made.

“Is that why you’re in so late? It’s ten thirty.”

“No.” I grimace, “My alarm clock broke sometime during the night. The alarm didn’t go off. I phoned Ms. Harshwhinny when I was getting ready. She seemed okay.”

“Well, of course she did. Of all of us, she’s the only one who treats you the nicest. You know something we don’t?”

“Beats me.” I shrug and chuckle, “You need to step your game up if you want to get on her good side.”

“Well, if you ever figure out what you’re doing, you better let me in on it.” he chuckles alongside me.

We don’t get too comfortable with our conversation, as my desk phone rings. The caller ID is Ms. Harshwhinny’s office. Truthfully, I’m happy to see her name flashing on the display, but I should keep up appearances.

“Uh-oh.” I say, “Hold on a second.” I pick up the phone. “Good morning, Ms. Harshwhinny.”

“Good morning. You’re earlier than expected.”

“I know. It couldn’t be helped.” While our conversation is about me being early, there’s no doubt in Kevin’s mind that my response was about being late.

“Very well. Please see me in my office. There’s a matter I would like to discuss with you.”

“Of course, I’ll see you soon.” I hang up the phone, looking back to Kevin. “I have to get going. Need to speak with her.”

“Good luck, man.” he gives me a very enthusiastic thumbs up. “When you get back, I have to tell you about last night.”

“Looking forward to it.” I smirk and wave him off. Okay, now that that’s over with…

I straighten my shirt collar and walk into Ms. Harshwinny’s office. She is not at her desk, but standing by the printer with her back turned towards me. Her head turns slightly, noticing me before looking back at the active printer.

“Lock the door.” she tells me. That’s a request I’ve never heard from her before. I do so. “Have a seat.” she orders again.

I go to her desk, sitting down in the comfortable chair. The printer finishes its last page, and Ms. Harshwhinny takes the pages over to the desk. She sits down, straightening any creases in her jacket with a quick hand wipe on her fabric. She looks around the desk, eyes falling on the stapler that’s close to me.

“Hand me that stapler.” she points at the object. I hand it over it her, and she gives me a professional and appreciative nod. The quiet moment is punctuated by the sounds of her stapling the pages together. “Okay…” she sets everything down, moving into a relaxed state. Now she looks at me. Her eyes are serious like always. Then, her expression becomes softer; the stern face is slowly giving away to something…friendly. Like, she’s elated that I’m sitting here with her. “Hi…” she says, her voice sounding oh so gentle in its tone.

“Hi…” I respond back.

“My apologies for the quick morning. I had to get to work early to review my schedule for today, and to be prepared for our meeting with Fast Pass’ Agent at noon.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind.”

“You’re here early. I wouldn’t have minded if you arrived at eleven.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with the extra thirty minutes of time I had, so I wanted to come now.” I smile. “How did you sleep? You look well rested.” I take note of the lack of bags under her eyes. Even on her good days, she would look tired, but not today.

“I slept well, thank you. It’s been a while since I slept…like that.” I notice a small blush on her cheeks. “I suppose you want to know why my undergarments were in the kitchen.”

“I assumed you took them off when you got wine.”

“You assumed correctly.”

“Why, though?”

“I figured it would be obvious.” she says. I shake my head. After all that staring before we had sex, I thought she was still thinking about proceeding. Maybe she was ready, but it was a last pause before going through with it. “There was a reason why I brought you to my apartment. To be honest…” she looks away from me, “I made my decision when you got me that stuffed pony.”

“What? That far back?” I ask and she nods. “Why did you want that so much?”

“I thought it was cute. Don’t think somepony such as myself doesn’t like cute things every once in a while. Actually, when I was a filly, I used to collect stuffed animals. When I left home, I didn’t bring any with me. They’re still in my bedroom where I left them.” a small smirk forms on her lips. “That pony reminded me of those animals.” her eyes go back to me. “Thank you, for getting it for me.”

“It’s not a problem.” I smile. Seeing her like this is quite lovely.

“Let’s get down to business.” her face turns serious, “I like you. I like you a lot. Last night was amazing. However, if we are to continue this arrangement, there’s a couple things we have to go over.” Her tone is that of a businesswoman in the middle of a deal negotiation. “First…” she hands me the papers she printed out.

I take the small stack and look over the document. My eyes scan the words from page to page, and I begin to realize what I’m looking at.

“Is this a Non-Disclosure Agreement?”

“Yes. I need you to sign it. As you were made aware yesterday, fraternization with employees is strictly forbidden. This applies to myself, even if I’m of higher stature. Signing this gives me your word that you will not disclose our relationship to anyone or anypony. Not your friends, not your family.”

“I guess it wouldn’t do well if I just said ‘I promise,’ huh?”

“Not to me. Signing the contract will make me believe you. Keep in mind that this is mainly to protect you, rather than myself. Being the head of the Equestria Games, the higher ups will likely find me too useful to let go. You, on the other hoof.”

“Right…” I grimace at the thought of being fired. I like my job. I really like it, now. I look over the contract again. “I’m really impressed, Ms. Harshwhinny. Nowhere in this contract hints at what we’re actually going to be doing.”

“That’s because if anyone or anypony happened to find this contract, they wouldn’t get suspicious. That’s why any references to our relationship are referred to as ‘for your eyes only’ projects. Apologies for any grammatical errors; I wrote it in twenty minutes. You were always the better writer than I.”

“There’s a couple missing commas here and there, but nothing too serious.” I assure her. “Can I have a pen?”

“Of course.” Ms. Harshwhinny gives me a pen from the drawer in her desk. Once she hands it to me, I sign it quickly, giving back both the contract and the pen. She takes the items with a look of surprise. “I’m surprised that you signed it so quickly.”

“My family still lives on Earth. My friends work here, and I don’t tell them much. I just say how work is going, but never specifics. Truth be told, I always thought our time together was meant to be non disclosed to anyone other than potential clients.”

“Oh…” she looks at me, impressed. “How…professional of you.” The way she says that, the way she moves around in her seat, it’s almost like she’s turned on by what I just said. Should I feel proud about that? I don’t know. Maybe. “Well, our deal is done, then.”

Ms. Harshwhinny stands up, straightening her jacket and skirt. I stand up as well, and do the same with my pants.

“Okay, then. I’ll get back to my desk. I should look over our contract with Fast Pass for the meeting today, just to make sure that there’s no mistakes.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.” She nods. I turn to leave, when… “Wait. One more thing.” I turn back around, and she gets closer to me. “There will be times where I would feel a bit stressed out. Usually, it would be before a meeting. When that happens, I may call upon you for some stress relief.” She puts a hand on my waist. “Like so…”

Ms. Harshwhinny pulls me in and kisses me passionately. She’s rough with it. Her tongue invades mine, and I’m shocked….for all of a few seconds. Once I realize what’s happening, I match with her roughness, running my right hand through her mane, while my left is on her waist.

After a few more seconds, we part. Ms. Harshwhinny, wipes away any saliva on her lips, and brushes her mane back with her hand to get it to look like it did before I mussed it up a little bit. Again, she straightens out her jacket and skirt to look more presentable.

“That will be all for the time being. I will see you, soon.” she says, moving back to her desk.

“Yes ma’am.” I nod.

“Oh, and do try to hide your arousal when you go outside.”

“Huh?” I look down and notice that I’m REALLY turned on right now. “Oh, I’ll get right on it. I’ll see you later.”

I go outside, rushing to my desk so that no one notices the bulge in my pants. Thankfully, no heads turn during my rush to the desk. They’re working on their own projects, anyway.

Time passes by, as I look over the contract for our upcoming meeting. Truthfully, I don’t really see much of a point in this appointment. The thing is, from what I’ve heard from other corporations, Fast Pass is notorious for not showing up to negotiations for any potential publicity events. Instead, she sends out her Agent, whose name I never remember, to do the negotiations for her. Normally, that’s not much of a problem, but what makes her difficult is that with her not being there, there’s a lot of back and forth. Set up meeting, make offer, set up meeting, hear offer get rejected, set up meeting, make new offer, set up meeting…yeah it’s that bad.

I kind of would have appreciated phone calls or e-mails, but I guess if we’re going to get rejected, might as well do it in person…or in pony. Is there a ponified version of in person? I’ve been here for years, and yet I never found out. I’ve always said ‘in person’ when in front of Ms. Harshwhinny, and she’s never corrected me once.

Noon hits, and the meeting happens in the rather massive meeting room. The room is way too big for this, consisting of a big and long table that stretches the entire area. Only me, Harshwhinny, and the Agent are inside.

Once again, the Agent informs us that the offer we’re giving to Fast Pass has been rejected, saying that it’s too low. Seven and a half million bits for a one hour appearance at the Equestria Games AND lighting the torch seems to be a little low, apparently.

“Sorry, but Fast Pass feels that ten million bits is more fair.” the Agent says in a rather smug voice. He adjusts his tie in a way that suggests that he has won the negotiation. Really, I bet in the back of his mind, this is as big of a waste of time as Ms. Harshwhinny and I feel.

“I see.” Ms. Harshwhinny says, looking to me to check if I’m still transcribing the meeting. I am. “Look, here’s the thing. I’m sure you’re sick of coming here to tell us for the seventh time that Fast Pass has refused our offer.”

“Not sick of it, Ms. Harshwhinny, but I am rather annoyed that you don’t make a counter offer right here and now.”

“Funny, I was just thinking that.” I notice a small smirk on her face, “Here’s what I have. Tell Fast Pass, that if she wants to light the torch for the Equestria Games this year, that she doesn’t hide behind her Agent, and comes to me personally for any future negotiations. I will no longer tolerate any more jerking around on her part.”

“Ms. Harshwhinny!” the Agent is aghast at her attitude. I meanwhile, am loving it. “May I remind you, that it was you and your agency that came to us?!”

“And if she didn’t want to, she would have simply said no. There is obvious interest on her part, but she feels she won’t be adequately compensated for her time. I’ll be honest with you, I do have a new offer, but I will not tell you in a future meeting with you, nor will I tell you now. Instead, I will tell her when she meets me muzzle to muzzle. If she does not want to hear this offer, then I will find somepony else to do it, and it will be somepony more famous, and more courteous.”

“Preposterous! There is no sports champion as popular as Fast Pass!”

“You want to try me?”

A pause between the two of them. The Agent clenches his fist tightly, staring daggers at Ms. Harshwhinny. After a pause so long that I became cheeky enough to write a series of ellipses on my laptop, the Agent sighs in defeat.

“Very well.” he says, “I will return to her and tell her your thoughts. If she agrees to hear you out, I will call you. If there’s no response from us in the next twenty-four hours, then there will be no deal.”

“I’m fine with that.” Ms. Harshwhinny stands up, straightening her jacket and skirt yet again. “Good day to you.”

The Agent nods, bowing to her and taking his leave. Ms. Harshwhinny sighs angrily upon his exit. I stop with my transcription, taking a seat next to her. Luckily, the shades in the room are closed, so no one can see what’s going on.

“Hey, are you okay?” I ask her.

“Your concern is always welcome.” she says, her hand over her eyes. “I could not take any more rejection meetings with that colt.”

“I know, me neither.” I chuckle. The comment makes her smile lightly. “Do you know anyone more famous than Fast Pass?”

“You know the answer to that.” Of course that’s a no. “The top brass won’t like it if she says no, but we’ll make do.” She looks at her watch. “It’s time for a lunch break.” Ms. Harshwhinny look at me with that same softness as she did earlier. “I’d ask if you would like to have lunch with me, but…”

“Yeah…I get it.” I nod. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

I leave the room, taking my laptop with me. Immediately, I head for the elevator, taking it down to the lobby, where I go out for lunch.

Funnily enough, Kevin is at the Fillydelphia Sandwich joint I like to visit on some days during the lunch hour. We talk during the break, and he tells me all about his date with the Receptionist in great detail…whether I like or not. I suppose that he thinks since I’m a guy, I’d be interested in any lewd escapades. Truthfully, I couldn’t really care less, but his enthusiasm is admirable. It’s a character trait he’s had ever since we were friends on Earth. The two went out to a movie, where they started making out halfway through, and had some rather intense sex in the car. Considering that they were watching a horror movie, it must have been really good for them to want to go at it right after it was over.

Then again, I shouldn’t joke around too much. Ms. Harshwhinny and I had dinner, rode the ferris wheel, and went to her place for some rather intense sex. Well, it’s the context that counts. Kevin asks me what I did on Hearts and Hooves day, and I tell him I stayed home and watched television, where every station played cheesy romance movies, so I put on an over-the-top action flick to counteract it. He buys the story hook line and sinker. I then ask if he knows the rules about fraternization. He confirms, and assures me that I'm the only one he's told about the encounter, and Crystal is also keeping it a secret. That's good, I don't want him to risk his job. Little does he know, my job is also on the line.

Once lunch is over, I head back up to my desk. The moment I sit down, I get a call on the phone.

“Can you come in?” the voice of Ms. Harshwhinny on the other end asks.

“Sure thing.”

I stand up, and go into her office. I see Ms. Harshwhinny standing in front of her desk, awaiting my arrival.

“Lock the door.” she requests. I do so. Once the door is locked, she approaches me. “How was your lunch?”

“Good. And yours?"

"Quiet. Normally, I like the quiet, but..." She doesn't finish her thought, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a key. “Here, take this.”

I take the key from her hand. Looking at it, I notice a series of numbers at the top.

“What is this?”

“It’s the key to my apartment. I had it made during the lunch break. The numbers are the code to get through the front door. I would like you to come to my apartment after work.”

“Wow…” I stare at the key in awe. “Sure, when do you want me to arrive?”

“As soon as you are able. I won’t be home at first. I have my Yoga and Spin Class, but I’d like the first thing to see when I get home to be you.”

“Okay, what time will you be home?”

“Should be around nine.”

“You want me to make dinner?”

“You cook?”

“I can make spaghetti. I can pick up some ingredients on my way.”

“No need. I have the necessary items in my kitchen.”

“Okay, then I’ll make dinner.”

Suddenly, Ms. Harshwhinny leans forward, giving me another passionate kiss. God, she is wonderful at this. Every time her lips come in contact with mine, my heart beats wildly. She separates, and again, she wipes her lips to show she hadn’t been vigorously been making out with someone.

“I’ll look forward to it.” she says softly. She looks down and smirks. “Ah, I see you’re learning to control yourself.” I look down to see that, yes, I don’t have an erection this time. Nice. “I’ll see you later tonight.” Ms. Harshwhinny turns around and walks back to her desk. Her backside has an extra sway to it, like she wants me to stare at her ass.

Great, that control is fading. I should get back to my desk.

I get back to my desk quickly. When no one is looking my way, I take out the key, staring at it, like I’m still in disbelief that I actually have this.

“This is happening. Isn’t it?” I whisper to myself.

Yes…yes it is.