Mr Hawkes x Chair

Chapter 7-Pen's Plan

The next day arrived and pen was going to put her plan into action. Pen was going to seduce Mr Hawkes.

That day, pen wore here favourite purple lid and lounged in her pen pot waiting for him. After his heartbreak, Mr Hawkes would be vulnerable and easy. 

Soon the end of the day came and Mr Hawkes came into M7. He had had a long day of making kids cry, looking through their search history, being a misogynist and being a creep. His job was such hard work. Just as he was about to unfairly mark tests, Mr Hawkes heard a voice.

"Why hellooooo Mrrr Hawkessss," pen purred seductively, "You look sad and tired. I think you need some relief.

Mr Hawkes looked up to see pen. She was no where near as beautiful as chair, but she looked very submissive and breedable and he really did like the colour purple...

Mr Hawkes went up to pen and pushed her against the wall. However, when pen looked at him, she realised he wasn't very attractive up close. He was actually very ugly, with his lumpy face and massive nose. Pen was starting to feel nauseous. How on earth had she found him attractive? He looked like a troll  with a swollen nose whose face had been smashed by a truck. Then Mr Hawkes pulled down his trousers and pants. Pen peeked down and what she saw traumatized her. His prick was tiny, barely an inch, and it looked like a mouldy sausage. How on earth was she going to get out of this one?

"Oh my god," came a voice from the doorway, "Can I join?"

There standing in the doorway was fob, looking very seggsy in her green dress.

"Yes!" Pen shouted, not believing her luck.

Fob strutted towards them and took off her green dress. Pen struggled out of Mr Hawkes fat fingers and flung her self at fob and started kissing her.

Mr Hawkes stared in shock as pen and fob made out passionately.

"Uh don't stop hottie 😩" moaned fob.

"Um hello, what about me, a threesome involves three people." sulked Mr Hawkes needily.

"Oh yeah sorry, I've actually figured out that I'm a lesbian and I'm in love with fob, so put your tiny dick away and go home," said pen, before going back to passionately snogging and scissoring fob.

Mr Hawkes stormed away to the RBH. Who cared about pen and fob anyway, they weren't even that pretty, not like chair. Who cared about them when he was going to get chair.