character!5sos

coworker!luke

warnings:

forcedsub!luke (he likes it, don't worry)
rivalry
swearing
forced orgasming
bondage
smut

"i'm not gonna sugar coat. i'll be honest. the numbers are not looking too great for us."

an overall grumble went through the crowd of people in suits and tight skirts as we were waiting for what our boss would add. he always started with the bad news, knowing, he already had a plan to get out.

"we're not volkswagen or peugeot. we're mercedes for god's sake and we have to do something about it. gladly, i already have a plan." i rolled my eyes at his words as a sigh left my lip.

"i bet he's gonna fire someone." trish, my co-worker that i also was close friends with whispered to me.

"i don't think so. he's gonna have like some master plan, i bet." i replied my eyes staying on mr. dematio.

"we're gonna have ourselves a little competition." he exclaimed enthusiastically, his signature smirk on his lips. "the first salesman or woman to sell 20 prestige cars from our collection, is not only gonna get a raise of 5$ per hour, but also gets to call themselves deputy manager of mercedes head office in la.."

the amount of whispers and excited snickering going through the room was making it hard for mr. dematio to continue. he was trying to get everyone quiet but no one seemed to hear him which was why i took it upon myself.

"hey!" i yelled through the room obviously scaring a few of my co-workers who just looked at me in anger. my mother used to say that work is a place to earn money, not to make friends which was why i didn't care for what everyone was saying about me behind my back. "mr. dematio, please continue."

he nodded appreciatively before explaining the rules to everyone. i heard my best friend giggle besides me at my action which also made me smile a bit. she knew i was dominant and she always told me that my i-don't-give-a-shit attitude was something she admired.

"so, there's not gonna be any form of physical harm done to your co-workers, remember we're all friendly people here, and the contest ends next monday evening. if no one was able to sell 20 cars till then, there's not gonna be a winner but at least, we made some money. class, dismissed." with that he closed the folder he had on his desk before getting up and leaving the room.

"sounds fun." i said to trish who just rolled her eyes.

"you're just saying that cause you're gonna win." she explained. "you sold more cars in your two years working here than mr. jensen did since he started working here 30 years ago." she said nodding over to the old man who probably hadn't heard a words mr. dematio had said. "well, either you, or hemmings. his rate increased by 20% every week over the past 3 weeks, and he's really close to you now."

both of us looked over to the man in the black coat and white shirt who calmly sipped his coffee. his long locks were hanging over his shoulders and his blue eyes were eyeing the people who left the room snickering.

"oh please, he's no competition." i said knowing that the only reason he had sold so many cars the past weeks was, that it was divorcing season and every woman that wanted to make one more expensive buy before leaving their husband had somehow found their way to him. "i could beat him all day, everyday."

when his eyes met mine, he smirked making his way over. trish eyed me from the side as i was watching him distrustfully.

"hello, ladies. what nice weather we have, right?" he said sarcastically.

"i'm gonna get going. see you." trish said touching my arm before heading past him and winking at me on her way out. i rolled my eyes at her before focusing on the man in front of me again.