Title: HSU ­ THE TEMP
Author: Banaoire
Rating: EPAS (Extortion, Pure and Simple!)
Archive: Sure, go nursey!
Disclaimer: WTF? Puleeze.
Synopsis: The General's Secretary has been teasing for too long, and a Ho steps in to rectify the situation.

"So, you only buzz him if you KNOW he's not with an appointment." Banaoire said, leaning over the desk. Her brown hair looking more red than usual in the afternoon light. She straightened the monitor on the desk and then stood up. Her light blue eyes darted over the desk and then back to the young woman sitting in the chair that was normally occupied by Diebin.

"Do you have any questions?" Banaoire asked.

"Won't Diebin be...?" Brenda stammered. The young Ho-in-training gulped and looked up at the older woman.

"Angry?" Banaoire supplied. Brenda nodded, looking a slightly pale. It was clear that the younger woman felt taking over Diebin's job as secretary -- even for a day -- was putting her life in danger.

"Oh, I'm certain of it, dear--in fact, I'm counting on it." Banaoire laughed maniacally.

"What's so funny?" Diebin asked, walking into the room with Darry. Banaoire took a deep breath and steadied herself for what was sure to come. She quickly looked Diebin in the eyes--noting that she was without her sunglasses, and that her hair was particularly fetching today.

"I have some news for you Diebin dear." Banaoire walked out from around the side of the desk--her long skirt making a hissing sound on the fine carpet.

"You've been replaced." Banaoire said without further preamble.

Diebin's mouth dropped open, and Darry grasped Die's arm as if trying to stay on her fabulously expensive Italian pumps.

"Wha....What did you say?" Die's voice was a horrified whisper.

"I said you've been replaced. When the General and I were...meeting last night...while you were out drinking with Emmy..."

Darry and Die both groaned at the memory.

"I asked him how he felt about you and the games you play." Banaoire took a step closer to the leather clad Ho.

"What games! I don't play games!" Diebin shouted.

"You've had him vulnerable and needy and hurt for weeks dear." Banaoire explained. "He's thinking he's never going to see "YOU" again, and he want's to make everything right...remember?" Banaoire stood only a foot away now, looking down at the younger woman.

"Oh..." Said Diebin.

"You have?" said Darry.

"She has!" Banaoire exclaimed. "So, he and I decided that she would have no further contact with him until she delivers...the...well, you know."

"Eeep." Said Diebin.

"Wow." Said Darry.

"So, Diebin, until you produce the goods, you are confined to your room. Brenda will be taking care of all your secretarial duties until which time as you can get that matter taken care of. Do. you. understand?"

Diebin simply whimpered and Darry led her away by the arm.

"There, there." Darry tried to comfort the distraught Ho. "You can do it, Die. I know you can."

"She better!" Banaoire yelled after them, and then swung the door closed. "Because, I ain't fooling. No SMUT! No GENERAL!"