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Summary: A pre-apocalypse Negan story set in his former life as a middle school gym teacher / coach. Negan asks Kristen, one of the school’s admins, to stay late with him and catch up on some work. Sexy office sex happens!
The acrid smell of burnt coffee mingled with hand sanitizer
wafted through the air toward Kristen’s desk as she sat slumped over her
keyboard, watching the minutes tick away, waiting for her work day to be
finished. It was 3:22pm on a Friday and she had just over an hour left until
she could bolt for the door of the middle school in which she worked as an
Her day had been tediously dull. This combined with the fact
that she had arranged a date tonight with a guy she had lusted over for months,
caused time to crawl. Her stomach flip-flopped as she thought again about her
plans for the evening. It had been a long time since she’d been on a date, and
she wanted to make a good impression on the man without coming across as
Reaching into her bottom desk drawer, Kristen removed a
small hand mirror from her purse to scrutinize her reflection, her eyes
narrowing as she inspected herself. Her skin was blissfully clear today, the
dark circles under her eyes were cleverly concealed by makeup, and her cheeks
carried just a hint of a blush. Her hair was curly and unruly as always, but
she had managed to sculpt the piles of texture into something resembling an intentional
hairstyle. Overall, not too bad, she
She popped the mirror back into her purse just as the phone
sitting to her right began to ring. Judging by the phone number that appeared
on the display, she could tell straight away that the caller was a staff
member. Taking a deep breath, she said a quick prayer that the call wouldn’t be
about anything too serious. Who calls
with an urgent request in the last hour of the day on a Friday anyway, she
thought to herself.
Picking up the receiver, Kristen launched into her usual
spiel, giving the name of her department and asking how she could assist the
caller. Her heart fell as soon as the person on the other end uttered the first
syllable of their response. Kristen knew the voice immediately and she knew
that it meant that she was in for a terrible end of her work week.
“Hey! Uh, I hate to fucking do this to you, but I have a
little problem…” came the voice through the receiver.
Negan. He was the school’s primary gym teacher and coach,
and a perpetual pain in the ass to all of the admins in the building because of
his procrastination and vulgar sense of humour. Kristen paused for a moment to
gather her thoughts before responding; she wanted to keep her tone as even and
professional as possible so as not to provoke any of his disgusting antics.