Summary: You're determined to be the best assistant Mr. Drysdale's ever had.
Warning: This is a dark story, even if it doesn't get graphic.
A/N: Written for @stargazingfangirl18's Shameless Hoe Birthday Bash. Babe: Robert Pronge; Prompts: Boss' best friend
A/N2: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.
Working for Ransom Drysdale was practically a dream come true. Sure, he could be an ass. Yes, he was well known for his greed. But the work was good, the pay was incredible, and you got to see his handsome face every day. Every time he complimented your work, you could feel your heart flutter. And every time he got close enough for you to smell his cologne you could feel your pussy aching.
Your annual performance review is coming soon and you're eager to hear what Mr. Drysdale has to say to you, about you. You've been working your ass off, making sure his every demand is met on time. Sometimes you went above and beyond because of how much you enjoyed his attention. You're certain this review will go well and it'll be a good opportunity for some flirting. Well, so long as Mr. Pronge isn't there as well.
A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of Pronge. Where Mr. Drysdale is handsome, sophisticated, intelligent, Mr. Pronge is dark, creepy, and the way he smiles at you makes you feel gross. His whole style seems like he's stuck in the 70's. No one knows how the two of them became friends, but there's no denying the two of them are close. It seems like Mr. Drysdale takes Mr. Pronge's opinion to heart more often than anyone else's. Given the success the company has had, the record profits, he clearly does know something.
The day of your review, you dress up in your finest work clothes, complete with your favorite jewelry. The shirt is lower cut than you usually wear, but you're dressed to impress and Mr. Drysdale isn't impressed by modesty.
As you enter his office, your smile drops on a smidgen as you register Mr. Pronge's presence.
"Ah, there she is," Mr. Drysdale smiles. "Honestly, looking over your file, I think this whole thing is nothing more than a formality."
"Sir?" you ask, angling your head.
"Rave reviews all around," he explains. "Even I have no real complaints about your performance."
Your heart swells at his praise but you quickly school yourself. From the corner of your eye you see Mr. Pronge smirk and you suppress a shiver of repulsion.
"So I can expect a raise?" you smirk.
"You can expect a promotion," he smiles back.
"You mean a new title, right?" You weren't looking for a higher placement. You liked your job. It kept you close to him.
"That too," Mr. Drysdale answers. "But a position has opened up that I know you'll be perfect for."
"I'm...thank you, Mr. Drysdale, but I'm not interested in a new position. I prefer working directly for you."
"Your new position will actually be a lot more helpful to me."
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What is the job?"
"Oh it's not a job," Mr. Pronge chimes in. "Well, not in the sense you're talking about." In a flash Mr. Pronge is standing behind you, startling you. He leans down and whispers, "you're new 'job' is as Ransom's sacrifice to me."
"S-s-sacrifice?" you stutter, eyes wide in shock.
"I didn't get to be this rich on my own," Mr. Drysdale explains, his smile never dropping. "Robert here is a demon who was in the market for a deal. All I have to do is to regularly give him my top performer for him to play with."
Mr. Pronge plays with your hair. "I was really hoping you'd live up to high standards. So pretty, so soft."
"It'll be a pain in the ass to train someone new," Mr. Drysdale shrugs. "But totally worth it for the wealth."
Mr. Pronge cups your chin and turns you towards him. "I'm throwing in a bonus. She was so intent on being yours that the betrayal, the hurt, is going to make her tears even more delicious."
"Aww, you wanted me," Mr. Drysdale mocks as tears start streaming down your face. "You probably would've been a good lay but, oh well. The money's what's important to me."
Mr. Pronge's grin turns sinister. "Let's get you to your new home. I'm eager to taste my new treat."
