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Bureaucratic Entanglements (Jack Noir <3< Parcel Mistress) Script

by mytrollmegglestories

*There is the sound of stamping at a quick and frustrated pace as Jack Noir grumbles to himself angrily about the queen and how much of a huge bitch she is. He continues, ignoring the footsteps approaching him.*

PM: Uh, hello there?

JN: I swear to god if this is… *He is somewhat shocked to see a white carapician in his office, least of all a babe like that. He gives a whistle* Well now, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a rough place like this?

PM: I had a ticket to pay, that’s all. I would also appreciate it if you did not use such catcalls when you’re on duty.

JN: *Annoyed* Is it stamped in triplicate by the office in 38B?

PM: Oh, uh… no. I just came here to

JN: *Cutting her off* You have to get it stamped like that or I can’t accept it.

PM: Why don’t you just stamp it with yours?

JN: What, do you want me to lose my job?

PM: You seem rather furious at it as it stands anyways. What’s a little rule breaking when delivering the mail?

JN: Ugh, I don’t think so. Why don’t you take that pretty rear or yours and shove off?

PM: How about I take this ticket and shove it down your throat if you don’t accept it?

JN: Threatening a Dersite agent, huh? You’ve got balls, dame.

PM: I wasn’t aware you were so lacking that you had to look for mine.

JN: You know what? Fine. You want me to take your ticket? You have to do something for me.

PM: Now we’re getting somewhere. How much extra do I owe?

JN: Oh nothing much, all you have to do is take a couple of stabs with old Jack here.

PM: *Confused* What?

JN: Okay, that was sort of a stretch, but I’m rather frustrated here. Especially with a hot broad

like you in a place like this.

PM: Oh. Oh.

JN: You want it done? That’s my off-

PM: Get on the desk.

JN: Huh?

PM: I said get on the desk.

*Jack slides up onto his desk and there is the sound of rustling of both their clothing*

PM: You can’t possibly let a lady down on such a rough desk yourself, now can you?

JN: Whatever gets you on and me off, I don’t care what happens.

*PM slides up on the desk, pushing the stack of completed papers down with a resounding flutter*

JN: What the fuc-

*PM clamps Jack’s mouth shut and rubs against him, causing him to moan against her hand*

PM: I want you to just shut up for a bit. You can clean up when I have finished.

*The two begin to go at it, PM moving her hand after the first few seconds to let him moan louder

JN: Hot damn, doll, this is fan-

*PM delivers a quick slap to Jack*

PM: I didn’t… say you could talk. Just go back to moaning.

JN: You can’t tel-

*She slaps him again. The two continue moaning for a bit, Jack getting increasingly louder*

JN: Babe, I’m going to-

*PM pushes the stack of unfinished papers to the floor*

PM: Not. Yet.

JN: But…

PM: I didn’t know Dersites were quickshots.

*Jack groans as he tries his best to hold himself back as much as possible. After a short while,

PM’s own moans become stilted and eventually she climaxes. She quickly gets off of Jack, takes his stamp and presses it against her ticket three times.*

PM: Hate to cut and run, but I’ve got a delivery route! *Footsteps signify her quickly scampering off*

JN: What?? Hey! HEY!! At least finish… fuck…

*There is a set of footsteps again, clearly different than PM’s

JN: *Without looking* Oh good, I knew you would have a change of heart and come back to me.

BQ: *Amused* Jack, don’t tell me you love your job so much you were masturbating to it

JN: Oh my god.

BQ: I guess you will have to stay late tonight and fix this mess… what a shame, I was even going to let you top tonight.

*The Black Queen laughs as she walks off, leaving a Jack screaming in fr

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