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“She does not belong here, dude.”
Trey followed Matt’s eyes, the both of them watching as the newest intern walked past the writers room. Her heels softly clicked against the floors as she walked, the sound replicating the increasing heartbeat in Trey’s chest. It was his fault, he was the more romantic out of the pair. Where Matt was strong, sometimes borderline cruel with their conquests, Trey always felt guilt flood his system the second their latest conquest would slide up her panties and hobble out of the room, crying to herself softly. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This isn’t who they were.
It started a few years ago, when both men were feeling the most stress and pressure they had felt in their lives. Working on the South Park movie as well as the second and third seasons of the series was mentally draining. Their days consisted of shuffling between two studios, working day and night to get both projects closer to completion. Both Matt and Trey were under the impression that the movie marked the end of their career in Hollywood. It was a big sendoff for not only South Park, but themselves. And they refused to fade away, to burn out slowly. If their “big break” was finally over, they were going out with a bang. That led them to Emily.
She was some studio exec’s assistant who was working on the South Park movie. She mainly did coffee runs and took lunch and dinner orders for the crew. But Matt was the first to see her true potential, how could he not? For starters, she was gorgeous, even if she wasn’t either of the men’s usual type. She had auburn hair that went down to her middle back, the tips curled at the ends of the red strands. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, a rare pairing with her hair color. She wasn’t bone thin like most of the girls Matt and Trey saw walking around. She looked like a normal girl and not some supermodel, but two both men, she was perfect. The perfect stress reliever.
That began a vicious cycle between the two best friends. They shuffled through interns and assistants at a much more significant pace now, allowing them to cycle through girls effortlessly. The cycle began innocently enough, one of the men, they took turns, would seek out the new hire. He would butter her up with praise and kindness, giving her fake compliments about how “no other girl can make my coffee quite like you can”, amongst other mundane observations that would somehow make the girl swoon. The other man would play the opposite role, taking the “bad cop” persona if you will. Where the first man would praise the girl, the other would ridicule, reminding her that “everyone’s replaceable” all while giving her hungry stares across the office, invading her personal space whenever her work needed “correcting. It was all part of the trap.
This would more often than not lead to the girl’s curiosity and attraction spiking for both them. Both Trey and Matt still couldn’t fathom why this worked so well. The “good one” would ask the girl to stay late on the perfect night, claiming there was a special project and he only trusted her to assist. Naturally, she would agree. He would lead the girl to his office, filling her head with so much praise it would make her pretty, little head spin. It was only then, when they passed the threshold of the office, where she would see the other man, the mean one, the cruel one, the “bad” one. After that night, the girls never stayed longer than a week after that.
Which led them to the new girl, the new assistant, the new…conquest. She was a good girl, a hard worker and incredibly naive. She dressed in pencil skirts and blouses, even when most of the men in the office would wear the same outfit three days in a row. She paired the classy ensembles with heels, every single day. Her wardrobe consisted of hyper feminine colors and patterns, her favorite being ballet pink. Her hair was always held back by a headband, allowing her neck and clavicles to be on full display. She referred to both men as “Mr. Parker” or “Mr. Stone”, always batting her eyelashes whenever she addressed them. She was the kind of girl who would bring homemade muffins once a week, making sure the writers were always properly fueled. She was so perfectly…corruptible, which was both Matt and Trey’s favorite kind of poison.
Both men watched the girl disappear down the hall, failing to take her intoxicating presence with her. She still plagued both men’s thoughts.
“We have to do it soon. I can’t keep seeing her taunt me with those fucking skirts. Just makes me wanna bend her over the desk, flip that skirt up and...” Matt trailed off, grumbling under his breath, his eyes forced back down to his blank notepad in front of him.
Matt and Trey were alone in the room, which explained why Matt even brought the girl up. No one else in the studio had caught on to their sick game and if they did, they didn’t dare bring it up.
“I don’t know, Matt. Aren’t we getting a little…old for this shit?” Trey said, reluctance laced in his voice. “We agreed the last assistant was the last one. We have to stop.”
“The last assistant was a fucking dud. I am not fine with our last girl being a goddamn uptight bitch like her. I only agreed to that because you were convinced she was gonna squeal.” Matt said, his eyes narrowing as he remembered the last girl they had shared. She was dull, the kind of girl Matt despised. The one bright side to the girl was the satisfaction of watching her typically running mouth getting stuffed with his cock, her cries muffled by his length. His scowl morphed to a sick grin as the mental image of the bitch on her knees, mouth full, eyes overflowing with tears. He could still feel his hands holding fistfuls of her black hair, using it to force her further and further on his cock. How perfect she sounded when she gagged around him, her muffled pleas for mercy never ending. “We should end our little tradition with something good, something pure. I know that’s your preference.”
Trey frowned at the truth to Matt’s words. He did not need Matt’s help in reminding him of what a sick, depraved bastard he was. How he enjoyed stripping innocence from the women they shared. How fucking amazing it was to watch their eyes fill with fear and confusion as he had his way with her. How fucking hard he would get when she would hiss and writhe in pain when either man entered her virgin pussy. The best part though, was watching their eyes drain of innocence and be replaced by the darkness that plagued both men. The way her body would betray and not only give into the men’s touches, but be hungry for more. How wide her eyes would get when the pain would morph into pure pleasure.
“She could be a goddamn Mormon for all I care, I’m not doing it.” Trey spat out. He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince more, Matt or himself.
“Suit yourself.” Matt said, leaning back in his chair casually. “I’m gonna fuck that girl’s brains out. Whether you would like to join our not is up to you.”
“Don’t.” Trey warned. “You wanna go out with a bang? Fine. But not with her, not with Y/N.”
Matt stood, a sick smile on his face. He rounded the table, approaching Trey. “Don’t tell me you actually fell for the dumb broad.”
Trey felt the shame rise within him. He always had a hard time keeping romantic feelings away whenever it was his turn to be the kind one. It was easier when he had to be cruel to the girls. The guilt for the angry tones he would use on them would prevent any feelings of longing from rising. But this girl, Y/N, was different. He wasn’t using the same lines he did to butter up the previous girls. He genuinely complimented her everyday. She was an exceptional worker, with such a loving, kind heart. How could he not fall for her? The worst part was, she seemed to return his affections. He knew it by the way her cheeks would flush whenever they locked eyes. The way she would dote on him a little extra compared to the other men she assisted. The way her breath would hitch when he got a little too close. Trey didn’t care about the game anymore, he wanted to protect her. He knew he was too much of a monster to ever deserve a woman like Y/N. The best thing he could do for her, was to protect her from himself.
But the monster inside Trey was screaming in his head, demanding he take this opportunity. He wasn’t ever going to get a real chance at dating Y/N. Why let her go to waste? Why deny himself the pleasure he so desperately craved? Besides, he could protect her from Matt if he was there, for a certain extent. It was the responsible thing to do, right? To make sure Matt didn’t go too far with Y/N, to protect her, to satisfy and pleasure her in ways only Trey could.
“We do it tonight.” Trey grumbled through his teeth, not bothering to admit his infatuation with Y/N to Matt. “And you’re gonna let me lead, got that? I don’t want you scarring her for life.”
Matt’s smile grew. He raised his hands in mock surrender as he leaned further back in his chair. “You’re the boss, dude. Wanna start sending everyone home and get the place ready?”
Trey nodded, avoiding Matt’s gaze. He didn’t look up until he heard Matt’s eager footsteps disappear down the hallway. Once alone, he put his head in his hands, grappling with what he had just decided. Whether he liked it or not, the monster inside him had won and couldn’t wait for tonight.