The Three O'Clock (Eve and Art)

[artatchley]

Art Atchley walked into Wayne Enterprises like he already owned the place. It was one of those businesses that had popped up on that weird day when suddenly things had started to appear. All the annoying super heroes he'd have to deal with suddenly doubled, and he had lots of new cities to persuade to vote for him. Not just that, but businesses and PACs in this alternate... universe.

Funny thing though, he and William were far superior debaters than the nominees in the alternate universe. Besides that, their parties were so similar to the Republicans and Democrats that they'd all basically joined up to create two parties that were proportionally the same as before. But these new cities were going to be swing targets, and that meant manipulation had to happen. So here he was to net one of the biggest corporations, a corporation that basically owned Gotham, to support him.

He sat in the secretary's office at about 2:45, looking at the door in front of him that said "Bruce Wayne, CEO." The secretary, some young hot blonde with a tan body and boobs that seemed to want to bust out of her shirt, was glancing up at him every now and again. And... oh gosh, was she really not wearing a bra? Her nipples were hardening up, and it looked like she absentmindedly had started poking her lip with the pen she held in her hand, then she blinked and looked back up at him. The phone rang. She got on and raised her eyebrow for a while at the bland voice on the other end. She put the phone down and addressed him, smiling as she undid the top button on her blouse.

"Mr. Wayne had an emergency, Mr. Atchley. You might have to wait a long time..." She smiled and unbuttoned the second button, as he raised an eyebrow at her. "We could always find a way to pass the time..." She unbuttoned the third button and leaned forward, letting the shirt separate to give him a full view. He looked between her suggestive eyes and her swelling breasts, trying to decide, and finally just gently shook his head. She bit her lip dejectedly and buttoned back up. "However, Amherst is in. Your political proposal could have the most success there." She had the tone of a girl that knew why she failed--not because of her, but because of his position. An odd sort of humbled rejection.

He nodded. Well it seemed the girl wanted him to have some success, at least. "Where can I find this... uh... Amherst?" She pointed, not speaking to another door further on in the room. Oh. He walked up to it. Eve? Kind of an odd name for a guy... oh well.

He knocked on the door and opened it up. "Hi, I'm Art Atchley and I--" oh. "Oh."

Hot damn. His confidence was briefly shaken by how ridiculously good looking this woman was. I mean, the secretary was hot, but she was put to shame by the babe in the office. Eve? Yeah, Eve.

"I--uh, Hi, Eve, I'm not interrupting anything? I had an appointment with Bruce, but it seems he ran off." He moved fully into the room, put his left hand on the chair facing the desk, and extended his other hand to shake hers.

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] She had yet to get used to the new office, was still trying to get everything the way she wanted it and jesus christ the view. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but Eve was pretty damn afraid of heights, like cling to the closest thing to her and whimper for a while until someone managed to pull her away sort of fear and the office in question was so high up. So very very high up, with huge windows that she tried not to go within a foot of unless it was to close the blinds. Which was why the blinds had been open for about a week now, because Eve was terrified of going near the windows and when she finally did work up the courage, then the blinds would end up being closed for the next week after that. Eve had perched herself on the arm of the plush leather sofa she had strong armed a few people into helping her get into the office, frowning with annoyance at herself and staring out the big widows behind the solid mahogany desk that was all hers. She didn't normally spend much time in here anyways, usually content to be down in the labs tinkering with this or that, but the position came with more paperwork then she had originally anticipated, most of which was still laying half finished on said desk. With a sigh Eve stood, smoothed down the black pencil skirt she was wearing and strode towards the coffee machine on the other side of the room. As much as she wanted to spend the rest of the day procrastinating on paperwork and instead trying to get over her irrational fear of heights, she couldn't. So instead Eve started up the coffee machine because she was definitely going to need a few cups to get through this mess of work when someone knocked on the door, "It's open, come on in," The brunette had just started walking to her desk when someone came in, thinking it to be one of the poor underlings coming up to hand her more paperwork, she didn't bother to look up until she heard the voice. Well hello nurse. Eve gave him a quick once over, "Paperwork, but I won't hold it against ya," She said with a bit of a grin, anything to push the paperwork farther down her to do list, "Yeah Mr. Wayne has a habit of doin' that, but when your the head of a muti-billion dollar corporation, sometimes things come up," Lots of things as of late, who knew what the boss man was ever actually up to, "Anyway, Mr. Atchley, was it? Pleasure to meet ya, have a seat," She motioned to the chair in front of her desk, "Anything I might be able to help you with while you wait for Mr. Wayne to get back?" He was the Republican presidential candidate right? Eve had to sit back and wonder when politicians had gotten that good looking. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 512 Music: Scum of the Earth - Rob Zombie Outfit: Click Notes: bam! [/style]

[artatchley]

He sized her up. She seemed pretty intelligent; sometimes he believed he could tell just by the voice, but maybe that was a poor way to judge someone. Either way, she didn't seem naive or foolish. Her pencil skirt revealed just enough of two long, tan legs, and an ass that, it seemed, stretched the fabric... not to mention the loose white business shirt she wore, which, well, was a business shirt and all, but still was tight enough to hint at a body that simply didn't stop surprising him. Her face? Well damn, she was just drop dead gorgeous. He'd give he a perfect ten, and a "sexy" more than "beautiful." Yes, there was a big, big difference; this woman was the Sin of Lust incarnate.

He raised an eyebrow. "Please, call me Art. And I suppose you could review my proposition." Proposition? Really? Come on Art, it was a little office in the top of a massive office building. He quickly checked the room for cameras--none, though that wouldn't account for anything bugged. Hmm. Well 'proposition' could be taken several ways, and maybe she'd get the entendre. Perhaps she could actually accept his political proposition, but if she didn't have that power, there was always a sexual one to be reviewed.

The coffee machine made a funny noise, and the coffee started pouring into the pot, hot steam coming out of it and the faint smell of legitimately good coffee beans wafted through the room. He breathed it in deeply as he started to sit down in the chair, placing his briefcase gently on the woman's desk. "And some hot coffee would be damn nice." Oh Art, double talking all the time. Of course it had to be "hot" coffee, not just normal coffee, since hot coffee was a more obvious euphamism for sex. Of course, she could either notice or not--and if she did notice, she could choose whether or not to let him know she did.

Oh woe was he, for in his position he couldn't simply ask for sex in the easiest of ways. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a couple papers, then in a sort of ballsy move, looked back up at her with a wry grin and winked.

He always had an easy perception of people, but this woman could easily be offended by his subtle flirting. Some people were damn prudes, and some businesswomen especially were ultra-reactionary feminists that balked and sued at any sign of male interest. Though, from his secretary, it didn't seem that Wayne tended to employ such women.

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Art then," She nodded, still watching him carefully, "And just what proposition is that exactly? Though, I outta tell you know, the most I can do is just shoot it up the ladder and make sure Wayne get's the point," Eve was pretty positive there was a hint in his words, but that was pretty brash though, wasn't it? Maybe she was reading into things a little too much, so the woman decided to play the safe route at the moment and not make an ass of herself in he office to a presidential candidate, because my god would that be all types of mortifying, Eve wasn't the type to toss herself at a guy after all. Oh, well, that definitely was what he was getting at, that grin was downright criminal and she couldn't help but smirk back, an almost Cheshire sort of look on her face at that, "Of course the coffee's gonna be hot, that's the only way to go," Damn she really couldn't help but play the game back, he was pretty damn good looking though and Eve had a terrible track record with saying no. As in, she really didn't if the guy proved to be able to peak her interest, hot guy in power was definitely something that peaked her interest. Good thing about shelling out the extra cash, it brewed fast and Eve was already standing back up to go pour out a pair of cups. Of course she walked the longer way around the desk, brushed past him as she went and smirked to herself, trailing a hand along the edge of the chair. He was damned lucky he was cute and that she was bored, because anyone else would have been kicked out on their ass with that wink, instead she leaned back against the small table the coffee maker was on, waiting for it to finish, "Tell me how ya want that coffee Art," He really wasn't the only one that could speak fluent double entendre. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 343 Music: Scum of the Earth - Rob Zombie Outfit: Click Notes: so much double meaning [/style]

[artatchley]

So really, she was in no sort of position to accept any request for endorsement, and most likely the secretary had been trying to get him out to cover her own shame? Haha, well, that's fun. Even better, because now he was stuck in a room for god knows how long with a woman who gave him more than enough to think about.

And she was double talking back, if he understood her correctly. With her hand trailing along the seat's edge, and then asked another question. Damn, she knew this game. "Two nice, full lumps, and a caramel color... on the desk, if you would." He glanced back at her leaning against the table, and put his papers back in his briefcase. It'd need to get out of the way if the second part was to be obeyed.

"I guess I'll be here a while," he said, moving the briefcase off the desk, "Must be boring, sitting around here for hours with no one to keep you company." He turned around to her again, giving her another once-over, which took time given her smooth, long legs. Damn that pencil skirt. He couldn't wait to rip it off and--uh, well. "The campaign trail keeps me working, but the second part's still a problem"

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Really, on the desk? Why not the couch?" Eve asked with a grin, now she was just yanking his chain, couldn't make it seem too easy after all, even if she was interested and she was definitely interested. From the spot where she was leaning against the small coffee table the brunette could just stand for a moment and really look the man over. Definitely a handsome bastard, but she had to wonder what he was hiding under that expensive suit he was wearing, after all weren't most politicians all smoke and mirrors? Still he had one hell of a face and a certain way about him she was finding intriguing. She made a sound of agreement, yes it did get painfully boring being cooped up in the office, she hated it, not just because of the windows, but because she hated not having any sort of mental stimulation, "I'd much rather be down in the labs honestly, I feel like if I ain't being productive, then I ain't makin' money," Even if she was paid on a salary, the woman liked actually earning the big bucks she was being paid by the corporation. Especially when she was being paid to do fun stuff like tinker with technology and potentially make things explode. "Speakin' of that, there isn't any Mrs. Atchley is there?" She was sure someone on CNN had been raising a stink about the idea of a bachelor president, why, she really didn't have a clue, probably just a slow news day, "I've got trouble believing that a man of your caliber though doesn't at least have a girlfriend or somethin' like that," Because that face was too handsome to not have something on the side. When the coffee finally finished, she fixed him a cup and handed it to him, perching on the edge of her desk in front of him now, "For the record, your move," Eve flashed him a smirk, if he really wanted it, he was going to have to come get it. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 350 Music: Scum of the Earth - Rob Zombie Outfit: Click Notes: bam! [/style]