#18 - On The Clock
#18 of The Many Perversions of Romari Susi
Romari Susi is a dirty old wolf, the emperor of a mighty nation, and the joint-CEO of a massive worldwide corporation; he's well respected, and is closeted from the rest of the world, though it's a poorly kept secret at best. He shares his bed with his straight-laced secretary, co-CEO, and mate Neal, who is a flying fox (AKA, a fruit bat). Luckily for their domestic tranquility, Neal is rather open to his mate's wide-ranging romantic exploits.
Occasionally joining them in their adventures is the captain of their imperial guard, a raccoon named Taxas.
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ON THE CLOCK
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Imperial Sovereign Romari:"Sloppy, Neal. Very sloppy. You made a mistake on that last line. That's not an 8. It's supposed to be a 9."
Imperial Assistant Neal:"Excuse me, sir, but I'm trying to concentrate. Juggling the balance sheets is difficult enough without having to talk as well, especially since it's lunchtime and talking with one's mouth full is rude."
Romari:"Yes, yes. Don't let us disturb you. Back to work."
Captain of the Guard Taxas: *Peers at Neal's balance sheet.* "That is a 9, Your Eminence. I think. Or maybe it's a 6. It's hard to tell from here."
Romari:"It's an 8. Or it could be a 9. But it looks like an 8."
Taxas:"To be fair, it's not entirely his fault, Your Highness. I think you're a bit of a distraction. I know I can't concentrate when someone's reading my work over my shoulder."
Romari:"I'm not that distracting. I do this all the time. And if I'm a distraction, so are you."
Taxas:"Actually, um, I think you're a bit more of a distraction than I am. You're leaning over him and everything. I don't think I'm nearly as distracting, Excellency."
Romari:"Whatever. Neal, you should be more careful where you put your inkwell. Don't leave it near your paperwork, or it'll spill."
Neal: *Growls in frustration*
Romari:"Oops. Kind of like that, now that I think about it. Sorry. But I did just tell you..."
Taxas:"Um, Neal... I don't think 'consignment' is spelled with a g."
Romari:"It is spelled with a g. I'm glad I don't pay you for your grammatical skills, Taxas; you're a terrible speller. I've seen your invoices for the palace guards' expenses. I'm surprised even you can read them, let alone anyone else. Who spells 'canteen' k-a-n-t-i-n-e?"
Taxas:"I do. That's how it's spelled!"
Romari:"Is not. Oh, and Neal, we served 10 pounds of caviar at that luncheon, not 16."
Taxas:"That is a 10, Your Magnificence. I think you're too far away to read it correctly."
Romari:"Even if that's true, how the hell am I supposed to proofread this? The penmanship is terrible -- the lettering looks like scribbles, and the number columns are erratic and all over the page! And there're all these inkblots! See? There's another one!"
Neal: *Glares over his shoulder at Romari* "If you'd stop pounding my ass so hard while I'm trying to work, you wouldn't have this problem!"
Romari: *Gives one final thrust* "AAAAH! There. Much better. Well if you'd stop being so damned sexy, you wouldn't have this problem either!"
Taxas:"He has a definite point there, Neal. Now could you please finish what you were doing and suck me off the rest of the way so I can go inspect the stables? Lunch is almost over and I have to go do work that doesn't involve your mouth and my cock. ...Ahhh, that's nice. Keep it up."
Romari:"The 'work' probably involves your mouth and one of the stableboys' cocks. I've seen you with him, Taxas. Don't think you're fooling anyone. The whole palace knows."
Taxas:"So what? He has a nice cock!"
Romari:"You're supposed to be on the clock, Captain, not on the cock. Unless, of course, it's my cock. Go ahead this time. Just make it quick. But I expect you back here when you're done. Oh, and bring that stableboy back with you. I could use a foursome. I'm horny again."
Neal:"Mmph."
Romari:"What was that?"
Taxas:"I think he said, 'You're always horny, sir.'"
Romari:"Fuck off."
*Seconds later*
Neal: "Mmph!"
Taxas: *Salutes* "Fucked off, sir. I'll be back shortly."
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