Round 1 Action

The Tournament

Round 1 Katya Floski (offense) vs Kim Jong (defense)

1-23-2035

"Yes, I will." Kim Jong said into his office phone. "Milk and a pound of hamburger." He was smiling and his voice was filled with love. Despite his marriage being in its second decade, it was obvious that he still adored his wife.

"Thank you, Kim." Inderi told him in a deeply weary voice. "I was going to do it, but they offered me a second shift tonight. I had to take it."

"I know." He told her softly. Kim looked up when a sound came from his boss' office. It had sounded like her powering her computer desk down. "I have to go, my dear. I'll see you tonight." He exchanged 'love yous' with her and hung up. A minute later, his supervisor emerged from her office.

"You're still here, Kim?" Katya Floski cooed. "I'm impressed."

"I am finishing up the Smithers Project, Ma'am." Kim Jong replied nervously.

"Oh come now, Kim." Katya gushed as she sat on the corner of his desk. Her business skirt rode up her thigh until she was almost exposing herself. "You've been working for me for six years. You can call me Katya."

"I don't think that would be appropriate, Ma'am."

Katya snorted. She sat in silence and watched him type for a few moments, then she leaned forward and sniffed. "Mmmm, is that Brut?"

"You could only be smelling the remnants of my shaving cream, Ma'am." Kim said tightly.

"Oh, hey, I've been meaning to ask you, did your debt consolidation loan get approved?"

"No Ma'am." Her employee replied sadly. "That would have given myself and my family more time to meet our mounting debts."

"That's too bad." Katya sympathized. "So if something horrid should happen, say you lost your job somehow, then you'd be up debt's creek without a loan. Ouch."

"Fortunately, my performance has been exemplary." Kim said, touching the folder he'd received today containing his annual review. The reviewer had gushed over his production and attendance record.

"Yes, yes it has." She licked her lips. "In fact, I'm counting on you being exemplary at whatever I ask you to do."

"I will do my best to excel at whatever work related project you assign me." Kim said professionally.

Katya nodded. She started unbuttoning her shirt. Three buttons down it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. "I have a new assignment for you, Kim."

Kim scooted back in his chair, away from her. "Ma'am! I must ask that you stop that immediately!"

Katya ripped the rest of her buttons off and tossed her brutalized shirt aside. "Okay. I'm done." Her nipples were rock hard, pointing at Kim like twin beckoning fingers.

"MA'AM!" Kim exclaimed, backing away faster. His chair wheels squeaked madly as they rolled across the carpet.

"You've teased me with your tight work slacks for too long, Kim! Get back here now!"

Kim's chair hit the back wall of the cubicle room. He stood up quickly. "I will not cooperate, Ma'am." He said tightly.

Katya's eyes trailed down past his stomach suggestively. "Have you consulted Little Kim on this?"

Kim's face reddened. "This is totally inappropriate, Ma'am."

Katya had reached him. Her fingers stroked his bare forearms and she smiled coquettishly. "Yes, that's what makes it so spicy!" She leaned forward for a kiss, her lips already parted.

Kim pushed her away, so forcefully that his boss tripped over her own feet and fell on her butt. Her splayed legs and short skirt revealed that her bra was not the only thing she had skipped wearing today. "Ma'am, I'm sorry that happened but I must ask you not to attempt it again!"

Kim got to her feet, her eyes blazing. "You will give me what I want and you'll do it now or I'll fire you ass! I found the Faulkner and Weathers files on a Mem Disc in your drawer today! You know it's illegal to make copies our Red Security cases! Not only will you be immediately fired no matter what bullshit stories you make up about my behavior, your degree will be worthless because no competitor would touch you! You might even go to jail! What would happen to your precious wife and children then?"

Kim was pale as a ghost. "I don't believe you!"

Katya walked to his desk, making sure to roll her bottom as much as possible and still walk in a straight line. When she reached his desk, she picked up her key ring, unlocked his top drawer, and pulled out a Mem Disc. "Only you and I have keys to this drawer, Kim. So you can't even say you were framed. No one would ever believe I did it." She tossed the disc back in his drawer. "I'm sorry you made me resort to this, but I get what I want. Every time."

She started back towards him. "Now take your clothes off!"

"Go to one of the seven hells, you demented, powermad, lust obsessed troll!"

Katya blinked. Then she smiled even wider. "You'll be ruined. Maybe even in prison and your family will be thrown on the street because of your debts. You're going to throw your entire life away because you won't do what every man wants to do ... cheat on his wife with a hot woman?"

Kim sighed deeply.

"That's right, think about it. Half an hour of really hot sex now, and once a week whenever I demand it, and you can go on with your life. I'll even promote you at the end of the year. When I tire of you, I'll still look out for you as long as you work here. It's free sex your wife will never suspect because it'll be on company time ... which actually means you'll get paid to sleep with me. And you'll have a powerful friend at this company. It's a nobrainer!"

Kim sighed again. When he spoke, his voice was noble, his eyes afire with passion. "I have only three more things to say to you, Ma'am. Number one, you are not 'hot' at all, you are a very ugly person. Inside, where it truly matters. Number two, I seriously doubt this is the first time you have attempted something of this nature. Nothing in your scheming ahead of time with the disc and in your manner now suggests you are a rookie at this kind of sordid machination. As such, I am confident you have left a trail that will give credence to my story. Perhaps people you have 'tired of' will come forward and add their voices to mine. Perhaps there have even been complaints filed against you in the past, or previous employees fired and or jailed based solely on your word. I will make it my new occupation to suggest this to all who interrogate me, as well as researching such cases myself and contacting those injured parties. No, it is you who will end up in prison, Ma'am. Of that I have the upmost confidence."

Kim was moving forward now, and Katya was backing up, giving ground to him. Her expression was one of shock.

"And number three, I am quitting this company as of this very moment. You will make my two weeks notice retroactive and give anyone who asks the sterling recommendation I have earned while working under you. If you do not, I will do everything in my power to find others you have harmed and destroy you. Have I made myself crystal clear?"

Katya grimaced. "Shit." Was all she said.

A shudder passed through the world...

Kim and Katya opened their eyes at the same time. Since it had not been an action scenario, and thus neither had sustained "physical" damage, they sat up immediately.

Katya's lips were a thin line. "Well played." She muttered.

Kim nodded. "A very intriguing scenario, Miss Floski. I did not anticipate one of that type."

"But you still creamed me." She grouched, getting to her feet as the doors opened and the crowd streamed in.

"I assume that complying with your demand would have been a loss for me?" Kim inquired as he too got to his feet.

"Obviously!" Katya snapped. She left his side and started for the door, followed by the reporters who wanted her quotes.

But most of the reporters were rushing to the victorious Kim.

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