"The Office" Fanfiction: Pam's 'Promotion' (NEW CHAPTER!) (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!

[TapeTurtle]

Chapter 2

[One Week Later...]

Alex sat at his desk flipping through photos on his phone of Pam from the previous week. Working for just an hour or so, Alex was surprised they had managed to get as different photos as they had. He stares at the photo in front of him -- Pam rope bound, tape gagged, and sitting Gabe's chair. She stares at the camera with contempt, slightly blushing, her blouse unbuttoned below her full chest. In another, she's lying face down across the reception desk, heard head tilted toward the camera, her cheek pressed down onto the desk. There were twenty different poses and positions of Pam like this, tied tightly in rope and gagged prettily, but Alex stopped scrolling when he got to his favorite -- Pam, now completely shirtless, looking straight up at the camera from her knees in nothing but her purple bra and black skirt. Alex felt himself stiffen slightly at the memory of Pam hopping and leaning in place to get in position, her ample breasts jiggling and testing the strength of her bra.

Alex heard footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly stowed his phone. It was 5:00. He smiled from behind the security desk as Stanley, then Meredith, then Phyllis made their way out of the building. The rest of the business park followed soon after. After a few moments of silence, Jim and Pam made their way into the lobby.

"How long did you say Friday inventory was going to be a thing?" Jim asked as he shouldered his bag. "Seems like a lot for you."

"I don't know right now." Pam responded meekly. "But with the new salary, I don't really want to push back too much. We'll just plan for you to take CeCe somewhere fun on Friday afternoons, then we'll have date night on Saturdays." Pam smiled weakly and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Does that sound okay? Until I stop having to stay late?"

Jim smiled sweetly back at his wife. "Of course. I've always wanted to take our daughter dirt biking. I'll send you videos."

The couple embraced quickly before Jim turned, nodded at Alex, and made his way to the parking lot.

Alone in the lobby now, Pam turned to Alex. "I can't believe this is my life now."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Halpert. It seems like a pretty tough situation." Alex tried to appear understanding.

Pam rolled her eyes. "Sure. Thanks, I guess. Seemed pretty tough for you too..." Pam stared knowingly at Alex. Apparently it was clear Alex wasn't too upset at the new feature of his job. "Why does Gabe even want to do this? Like...why the photos? Who is that even for?"

"He doesn't tell me much." Alex started. "Or maybe he does. I don't know. Most of the time he's speaking I just feel like I'm talking to a socially challenged scarecrow."

Pam chuckled slightly, before resuming her bitter, annoyed temper. "Let's see what the scarecrow wants to do today. Do you have the bag of clothes I left here this morning?" Alex nodded, handing the grocery bag under his desk to Pam. "I'll be damned if Gabe ruins another one of my blouses for this nonsense."

Pam stepped into the bathroom and emerged wearing a cute, navy blue PRATT t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. "Let's get this over with," she said, before hanging her head and trudging back up to the office.

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30 minutes later, Alex got a text on his phone. "Come up -- could use your services again." Excited, he quickly stood up and made his way to the stairs before a second text came through. "And leave the front door unlocked. RC will be here in about 20 minutes." Unsure who 'RC' was, and surprised Gabe would be inviting someone in to this little arrangement so soon, Alex did what he was told before making his way up to the office.

Alex opened the door to Dunder Mifflin with a startle. There, staring at him from the reception desk, was Pam. She was sitting on top of the desk, facing the door. Her whole body had been bound thoroughly with basic silver duct tape. Her ankles, knees, and thighs tightly fused together and hanging down from the desk. Her wrists and elbows bound behind her, with tape above and below her chest, forcing her breasts to protrude out against the inside of her t-shirt.

"Hmmphffhh hmh mmm..." Pam groaned, exasperated, against the tape pressed over her mouth as she held eye contact with Alex.

"Now now now, that's not how we greet guests in our office Pam, stick to protocol." Gabe stepped into view from the doorway, standing next to Pam at the desk. "Try again."

"WWhhmmmccmmm hm Hmmffer MHMMmfffmmm, hmm mmff hmm hm hffm?"

"Perfect -- 'Welcome to Dunder Mifflin, how may I help you?' -- every time, just like that." Gabe walked up to Alex. "Glad you're here, buddy. I need some assistance. He gestured toward the tape bound and gagged employee beside him. "We have a bit of a VIP coming here in a little bit, and I'm stuck. What do you think?"

"About what?"

"About Pam here!" Gabe laughed oddly. "I told you Robert California would be here shortly and I wanted to make sure he was welcomed properly by our new model here." Alex and Pam's eyes grew wide together.

"FHHMMM HMFFHHFFFRRRNNHM?" Pam gasped into her gag before violently pulling at her bound wrists behind her, rocking back and forth on top of the desk.

"Now now, don't worry. He's a big fan of the album we made last week." Gabe put his hands on Pam's shoulders to steady her.
"This whole arrangement is for him actually. Robert's always been a fan of this kind of art. You should of heard him over the phone when he learned that I had found one of his own employees, Pam, that shared his love of bondage photography!" He patted Pam on the top of her head, causing her to jerk away suddenly and let out a moan."

"Now of course he doesn't know that Pam is only hear because she doesn't want to be fired, maybe sent to jail, but I think we can keep that little piece of context from him, right Pam?" Pam stared blankly at the carpet. "Good," Gabe said. "Who knows? Maybe all of us will get a promotion too, Mrs. Halpert! So what do you think? Will Robert be wow'd?"

"I...don't know. I guess?" Alex stammered. "It seems a little simpler than last time, if I'm going to be honest."

Pam's eyes grew wide as she stared daggers at Alex above her taped lips.

"Simple? What do you mean?" Gabe scrunched his face in slight displeasure.

"Well...I mean if you're going for artsy, she's just kinda...taped up in a t-shirt and shorts. I feel like there was more going on with last week's shoot."

"Interesting feed back...I think Robert will appreciate the added irony of the greeting at reception."

"WWhhmmmccmmm hm Hmmffer MHMMmfffmmm, hmm mmff hmm hm hffm?"

Gabe and Alex both turned the door at the sound of Pam's weak, embarrassed greeting. Robert California, the new Sabre and Dunder Mifflin CEO, strode into the office with a huge grin. He took of his hat and coat and placed it on the coatrack next to the desk. "Well, I must say what a delightful surprise this is! Pam, you look wonderful as always. How excited I was to hear we have another practitioner of the arts of shibari within our own ranks."

"Hmmphffhmm..." Pam grunted softly into her gag.

"I'm afraid the boy's right though. I overheard your conversation from the stairs." Robert turned to Alex. "What's your name young man?"

"Alex."

"Alex has a pretty keen eye it appears. This..." he made a gesture toward the taped up (temporary) receptionist. "is much too simple."

A look of defeated concern creeped across Pam's face.

"I brought some supplies with me." Robert returned to the door and grabbed a large box. "I think it will be my honor today to show the two of you young men what a proper photo shoot of this kind entails. Let's begin with wardrobe." Robert put down the box, pulled a small bag out of it, and walked over to Pam. With two hands, he gently took her by the waist and lifted her to her feet on the carpet. "I think you'll need to change first, madame. This is where we'll start." Robert held open the bag for Pam to see down into it. Her face went white, her eyes, shocked open. A bead of sweat slid down her forehead.

"Follow me young lady!" Robert walked toward the break room, to my amazement. Pam hopped behind him, still bound completely in tape, with a look of terror in her eyes.

[redlukas]

What a devious cliffhanger! Curious to see what's in that bag...

[GreyLord]

Yes, @TapeTurtle, the word devious is appropriate. What now?

[Ducttapelover93]

Great update! I love this story can’t wait to see what happens to Pam now that Robert is there.