"The Office" Fanfiction: Pam's 'Promotion' (Chapter 1) (M/F)

[TapeTurtle]

Narrator: Alex Chasson, Age 18


It was only my third week working security for the Scranton Business Park when Gabe Lewis, one of the bosses at Dunder Mifflin, and the man who got me this job, pulled me aside late one night on his way out of the building. He waved me over with his long, gangly arm and grinned at me like a real weirdo.

"So. Alex. Enjoying the new grind, are we?"

"Very much so, Mr. Lewis. Thanks again for recommending me to Mr. Schrute for this. I really owe you."

"That's what neighbors are for! Call me Gabe. We're friends now." He punched me in the arm and laughed. I could tell he hadn't done that many times before. "Friends -- right?"

"Of course," I looked at the door.

"BUT -- if you do feel like you OWE me one...I think I might have a way for you to settle the score." He peered at me with dead eyes over a wide smile.

"Oh of course -- anything. You really saved me here Mr. Lewis -- I mean...Gabe."

"Glad you see it that way." Gabe exhaled and looked back at the stairs that led up to the Dunder Mifflin office. He stayed fixed on the stairs as he continued to speak to me. "The thing is Alex, I just caught wind of something that I think is going to give me a leg up toward a promotion." His voice quivered on the word "promotion," as if he was about to cry, or pass out.

"That's great news Gabe."

"It will be. If I don't find a way to screw it up." Gabe inhaled sharply, resetting and turning back to me. "But it's going to require some assistance from you."

"Gladly -- anything you need."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that!" Gabe clapped his hands together beside his face.

"So what do you need me to do?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow. Just plan to come up to the Dunder Mifflin office around..." he peered down at his watch. "Say...5:45."

"Seems easy enough. I'll be there!"

"Fantastic! Until then my little accomplice!" Gabe practically skipped out through the glass doors and to his car. I watched as he pulled out of the snowy parking lot before settling back in to my shift -- which wouldn't end for another seven hours.

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At 5:00, a stream of Dunder Mifflin employees began pouring out of the stairwell and into the parking lot, followed shortly by the crew making that documentary about them. Gabe tried to explain that part to me when he told me about the job -- I still don't quite get it. A printer and paper company? Sounds like boring TV to me. I noticed Gabe didn't come down. I also noticed that Jim, who usually leaves with Pam, was by himself. Pam, (who I have a huge crush on -- she reminds me of my favorite art teacher from last year at my high school), must still be have been up there too, I thought to myself.

The crew were the last to leave, making some quiet conversation among themselves in the lobby about how Pam had gotten the best of Gabe -- much to their delight. Gabe creeped them out as much as he creeped me out it seemed. I couldn't get all of the conversation, but it had something to do with the office administrator -- who I hadn't met yet. Maybe it's a new hire. Oh well.

The lobby cleared out, and the rest of the building followed suit -- leaving the building empty (or mostly empty) by about 5:20. At 5:25 Gabe emerged from the stairwell, moving quickly and quietly. He passed by my desk, pointed finger guns at me, and stepped out into the parking lot. A few moments later he reappeared in the lobby with a gym bag over his shoulder. "It's all going to plan..." He said, winking, pointing another finger gun, then stepping back into the stairwell.

Getting antsy, and a little curious, I sat behind my desk and began accessing some of the internal security cameras Mr. Schrute had recently put in to the office in case it ever got robbed again. I clicked through the various camera frames on the computer, and just as I clicked onto the camera aimed at the main bullpen of the Dunder Mifflin office, I caught a glimmer of movement as Pam (or who I assumed was Pam) closed the door behind her on her way to the annex.

I clicked on the annex camera. It was Pam -- I had a full view of her face standing in front of Gabe at Gabe's desk in the back of the office. She looked incredibly cute. She had her hair up in a curly, messy ponytail. She was wearing a tight purple blouse and a cream pencil skirt -- both really hugged her curves well, I thought to myself. Her sleeves were rolled up to her forearms. She wore cream colored pumps. Like usual, I found her cute-but-sexy-mom aesthetic incredibly appealing. What was unusual, though, was her posture. She stood in front of Gabe, with her hands folded under her chest, staring solemnly at the ground. She nodded occasionally and sadly at Gabe, who was standing up and opening up the gym bag as he talked to her. After nodding a few more times, Pam looked up, staring Gabe in the face, and uncrossed her arms, smoothening her skirt with her palms.

To this day, I still remember the chill that went up my spine as I watched what happened next.

Pam turned around, unknowingly turning her profile to the security camera, and to me, directly. She had an annoyed, impatient look on her face. Slowly, she brought her hands behind her back. I was too busy focusing on the way her blouse pressed against her sizable chest to notice Gabe unwinding a small coil of rope he had pulled from his bag. I felt my face go cold as I watched Pam wait motionless as Gabe circled the rope around her wrists, saying something with a grin as he cinched the rope into a tight knot. A strand of Pam's hair fell across her eyes. She blew up it up out of her face before wriggling her hands against the rope.

And just as fast as he had moved the rope over her wrists, Gabe grabbed a second coil and began binding Pam's ankles in the burlap rope. I stared in amazement as Pam, her head high and defiant -- yet still clearly bothered, didn't move an inch as Gabe worked in tying her. I stared at the angles her body made under her typical work attire.

Gabe finished her ankles, placed his hands on Pam's shoulders, and whispered something into her ear from behind her, smiling eerily before bounding out of view of the security camera. Pam muttered something over her shoulder, her eyebrows raised in displeasure and annoyance. Relieved at being away from Gabe, though, I watched her chest heave in and out as she let out an enormous sigh and continued staring ahead.

Right as Gabe re-entered the frame a few moments later, my phone went off. It was 5:45 -- time to go "be of assistance," to whatever it was Gabe had in store. I felt my nerves starting to fray slightly, my skin slicking with sweat. I switched off the computer before scrambling for my keys. After the four or five minutes it too me to find them, I made for the stairwell and into the Dunder Mifflin office.

"You're late, friend!" Gabe greeted me, alone, at the reception desk. I looked at my phone -- 5:52.

"Sorry Gabe -- I couldn't find my keys."

Gabe walked up to me and patted me on the back. "Water under the bridge. I'm glad you're here. I have something to show you..."

I followed Gabe to the annex, pretending to not have seen what I had just seen on the computer. "So what is it that you need me to do?" I asked, following him past Andy and Stanley's desk into the kitchen.

"Do you have any experience in photography?" Gabe stopped with his hand on the door into the annex, turning toward me and smirking.

"Photography? No...not really."

"What a pity. I feel you'd be great at it. Well I'm beginning a bit of a photographic study, and I'm in need of an assistant on the shoots."

Wheels started to turn in my head as I glanced into the annex. "An assistant...Okay...What does that mean?"

"Nothing much. Just hand me things when I ask for them. Adjust the lights like I say. Most importantly..." Gabe trailed off, peering into the annex through the slightly open door. "Make sure me and my model are secure and have our privacy."

"Privacy? You're doing the shoots here?" I knew the answer before I asked the question. "Who's your model?"

"Oh sweet Alex. I have a feeling you're going to enjoy this job." Gabe smiled and pushed the door all the way open, ushering me forward with an outstretched arm.

Even though I knew roughly what (and who) was waiting for us tucked back in the annex, I still felt nervous and cautious as I made my way forward. "I am going to confess something to you." Gabe whispered in my ear -- making me jolt from the creepiness. "Pam thought she could pull one over on old Gabe. She told everyone she was the office administrator. I knew what was going on of course." Gabe tapped his nose with his index finger. "An incredible smell for nonsense, I have. So Pam gets all the signatures, goes through the entire forest of red tape, and then there she is, sitting at my desk, asking me to sign off on the position with corporate." Gabe put his hand on my shoulder. "I knew she was lying, so I called her out -- there's never been an office administrator -- Pam is simply trying to get out of her sales position. So Pam is sitting across from my desk, daring me to call her a liar. It's in this moment that a stroke of genius hits me. I let her win. I pretend to back down. I know what people think of me here, so no issue with credulity, I assure you. So I give Pam the job, the raise, and let her keep her lie going, and I don't go to corporate with news of her fraud. But then I found her after work and let her knew what she really had just signed up for as office administrator..."

Gabe and I finally made it to his desk. "Pam has agreed to serve as a model for my study for the foreseeable future. You see Robert California has a particular artistic interest in what he calls "The Photography of the Restraint." I figured sending Robert a weekly photo album of our dear Pam woul be a great gesture -- artist to artist. I also won't mind if it ends up boosting my career some..."

"So Pam is your model. Ok. What is the "art of the restraint" though?"

"I'm so glad you asked. Go look in Toby's cubicle." I did as told, stepping a few feet over into Toby's area.

I gasped. Standing in front of Toby's chair was Pam. But she wasn't the same as when I saw her through the security camera. Gabe had made a few edits to her predicament in the few minutes it took me to make it up here. She stood with her hands bound behind her back and her ankles cinched together. That was the same. But Gabe clearly wasn't satisfied with the properness of her work clothes. Pam's purple blouse had been unbutton almost all the way down past her breasts, displacing the full length of her incredible cleavage. My eyes hovered over her chest. Somehow her breasts seemed even bigger here in person -- clearly keeping extra cup size she gained from the baby last year. The skin on her collarbone, chest, and neck was pale and soft. I traced the delicate shadows on her neck with my eyes up to her jaw, then to her mouth. Her lips weren't pursed in an annoyed frown anymore. Or, maybe they were. But I couldn't see. Pam's mouth was sealed with what seemed like four or five strips of black duct tape. I stared at her lips for a few seconds before looking up at her eyes.

Pam stared at me over her taped mouth with almost no expression. She breathed heavily, pushing changing the curve of her cleavage as her chest heaved in and out. After several seconds, she finally tilted her head down, staring up at me in unimpressed bemusement.

"Mphfhm?" She mumbled into the tape, as if to say: "Stared long enough?"

"Yeah Alex -- take a picture. It will last longer!" Gabe put both of his hands on my shoulders, beaming unsettlingly at the bound and gagged Pam. "Wait -- that's my job!

Pam rolled her eyes and exhaled sharply through her nose.

"Office administrator -- are you ready? I think I have you for the next hour..." Gabe looked at his watch. "We better get started."

[Caesar73]

Excellent start!

[Ducttapelover93]

Great start can’t wait to see where it goes!