Thread: Revenge Can Be Fun (SinfullyDelicious & CatclawFryeHeart)

Ben Jones hated his boss, with plenty of reasons of course. He had joined Harrison and Fields three years ago right after graduating college. He had plans for working his way up the corporate ladder to eventually have his last name plastered on the side of the building and being a real partner in the firm. Everything had gone well for the first two years. He received promotion after promotion, and with each new responsibility came more praise for his hard work. Eventually he was working under Mr. Harrison himself, and Ben figured it would only be a matter of time before the head of the company saw his true potential. Well, he was right about that, but wrong about what it meant for his future. Mr. Harrison never cared about his company, all he cared about was himself. Nowadays he was a man obsessed with his wealth and what that wealth could bring him. In the last few years he had stopped focusing on bringing in new clients and spent all of his time drinking and fucking any young girl he could get his fat hands on. So when Mr. Harrison saw how hard Ben worked, he knew he could use Ben to keep his position in the company without actually having to put in any effort. So he made Ben his personal assistant, and whenever Ben came up with his own idea for how the company could improve its business, Mr. Harrison stole that idea and claimed it was his. Mr. Fields had known Harrison for over 20 years, and Ben knew that the old man would never believe the truth of the matter, so all Ben could do was sit there at his desk and grow more and more frustrated. It wasn't just that Mr. Harrison stole all of Ben's ideas, Ben hated how the man treated his wife as well. He knew from the few company parties that he attended that Mr. Harrison had an absolutely beautiful wife. Yet the man never paid any attention to her, and at the last party he saw her standing alone in the corner while everyone could hear Mr. Harrison plowing a drunk employee in the next room over. That kind of attitude disgusted Ben. He had spent the past few months trying to figure out how he could end Mr. Harrison's career, how he could make the mane suffer for what he had done. Yet up until now he couldn't come up with anything good enough. With a sigh, Ben powered down his computer for the day. It was Friday night and like usual, he was one of the last people to leave the office. As Ben got into his car he thought about heading home, but something caught his eye. He noticed a billboard advertising the latest club in the city. It had been ages since Ben had gone dancing, and almost just as long since he had actually had time to date. So, he made a righthand turn and headed towards the club, figuring he would try and kill two birds with one stone. When he arrived at the club there was obviously a huge line to get in. Ben pulled off his tie, throwing it in the car and undoing the top few buttons of his white button up shirt before undoing the buttons on his suit jacket. He left his car in an overnight garage and headed over to the club. He didn't bother getting in line, instead he headed straight for the bouncer. As the men in line scoffed at his confidence Ben pulled out a 100 bill and slipped it to the bouncer, which caused the man to push open the door and smirk at the other guys in line, the bouncer was not above being bribed. Ben made his way into the loud dance floor, the lights were pulsing and the music was loud but had a great beat. He found himself moving his body to the rhythm of the music as he spotted What appeared to be a curvy black cat woman standing alone at the bar, waiting for a drink. She looked amazing, and that was probably why no man had approached her yet and asked her to dance with them. Well, if Ben was going to get rejected, he might as well get it over with. So with a confident smile he made his way up to the woman standing at the bar and rested an elbow on the counter next to her, flashing her a smile as he said, Hey there, I would hate to steal you away from your date, but is there any chance you would want to skip the drink for now and come join me on the dance floor? He stuck out his right hand for her, giving her a playful grin, wanting to pull her away and see how fun she would be.