By: bootypillow
“You’ve kept me waiting for months Richard. You have your money, where is it?”
Rose taped her foot impatiently as the frenchman in front of her kept a formal demeanor. He grinned, looking around at his men who were currently surveying the area. This deal had to be done discreetly, and he always made sure of that for his clients. If there was an error, then one of his especially clumsy employees would get to test the product being delivered this time.
Needless to say, it wouldn’t be a pleasant experience, not for them at least.
“Have patience dear, the last thing we need is a cop seeing four gentlemen carrying a human-sized package into your lovely museum in the dead of night. Once they’re done, we’ll bring it inside, then you can enjoy my product all you’d like. I can guarantee you it will be worth the wait.”
A few minutes had gone by before one of the men walked over and nodded. Richard looked over at the other men dressed in black behind him, and called them over in his thick accent. Carefully, the four men wheeled a package out of the back of an unmarked black van. You could see the sweat dripping off of them as they cautiously and slowly brought it closer to the museum’s back entrance, analyzing every step they made. They all knew the penalty for even mild damage to the package, and so did the customer. Rose watched with a malicious smirk, secretly hoping that one of his employees would misstep, so she could have her sadistic fill. One of the men looked over, his pupils shrinking in fear when he saw that knowing look of hunger in her eyes. He’s seen that look in other clients, and didn’t want to know what she had planned if he screwed up in front of his boss.
Slowly and miraculously, the men wheeled the package through the entrance. Rose and Richard led them through various rooms, each filled with exquisite works of artwork. The museum was built in an abandoned castle, and each room featured classic works of art done centuries ago, some by well known artists, others by unrecognized artists whose work never gained popularity. There was also a small section for local works created by modern-day artists, featuring a variety of different mediums on display. Each piece was given equal respect, carefully cleaned and free of dust, displayed in elegant frames that brought out the pieces even more. Even the sculptures whose creator’s names were forgotten long ago were encased in decorative glass domes to further protect them.
Rose cared for her collection greatly, and it showed. Anything she had displayed she fully intended to keep, no matter the cost. Any offer she received for any of her possessions has always been turned down. Nobody has ever dared to even attempt to steal anything from her prized collection. Even a suspicious look was enough to have a guest intensively searched by security and thrown out of the museum. Anyone foolish enough to try and take something from her would be making a grave mistake.
The package was wheeled into a stone room that had a red carpet running down the middle of it. At the end of the room, there is a small set of stairs, leading up to a small stone platform that overlooks the rest of the room. Richard’s employees strained themselves as they carried the package up the stairs, to the flat ground at the top. All four men wheezed in unison when they finally placed the package down at the top, relieved that the endeavor was over. Rose frowned slightly, disappointed that she’d have to wait longer before having someone to help her enjoy her new product. Smiling, Richard motioned to one of the men to open the side of the package with a crowbar. Carefully inserting the metal tip into the side of the wooden box, he pried it open, and stepped back to let the customer view their new product.
Richard walked over to Rose’s side, admiring his work with a formal grin.
“This may not be your typical form of artwork, but I can assure you, the act of building a torture device with such complex inner workings, while maintaining an elegant exterior, is a work of art itself.”
Richard grinned wider, and put a hand on Rose’s shoulder.
“If it were the 14th century, my works would be appreciated more. Luckily for me, you are one of the few wealthy buyers that sees the value of my trade. I’m sure you’ll appreciate my craftsmanship.”
Narrowing her eyes and pushing his hand off, Rose peered into the box, and became overwhelmed with a ruthless feeling, one that she usually had control over. It was familiar, but so much stronger than it ever had been that it assaulted her senses, nearly changing her as a person in that brief moment.
As she gazed further into the box, she realized that what she desired all these years was finally about to be given to her. No amount of expensive medieval decorations could ever satisfy her, not even owning an entire castle was enough. What she wanted were subjects to rule over, to serve her as their life’s purpose, and whoever was foolish enough to enter her trap was going to be completely at her mercy.
Rose grinned widely as devious thoughts ran through her head about what she’d do to her new subjects, once they were squirming under her tyrannical rule, unable to defy her.
George opened his eyes groggily at the sound of his alarm. He couldn’t believe that it was midnight already. Groaning, he reached over and turned it off, before lifting himself onto his feet. He looked around at the disaster his apartment was in; cans scattered everywhere, laundry in piles on the floor. Rubbing his face in annoyance, he begrudgingly got up to start the “day”, which for him started at midnight.
His line of work wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t worth the pay. At first, stealing and pawning whatever he could get his hands on seemed like a dream job to him, since it’s something he learned from a young age, but it’s a worthless talent when all the good spots are heavily guarded. He had to resort to digging through the dumpster multiple times just to get by, and pawn wherever he could find that had any sort of worth. There was no way in hell he was about to crawl back to his folks and beg for cash, lord knows what they’d say to him now.
George was known for causing trouble from a young age. It started with regular acts of defiance when he was a brat, such as spray painting the backs of buildings and petty theft. When he reached his twenties, his crimes escalated to burglary, which gained him a decent amount of money for a small period of time. His luck ran out when he decided it was time to start robbing convenience stores after dark, and got caught during his first attempt… as well as his second. Saying his family was pissed is an understatement, since he received calls from his relatives left and right, scolding him for his stupidity. Not only that, but fines from those two lawsuits took the entirety of his “savings”, leaving him with nothing.
After this clusterfuck of a situation had been resolved, his family was still angry with him. He was practically invisible in his own house, since he still lived with his parents. He couldn’t even say hi without getting an annoyed look from them. In a desperate attempt to appease them, he started going to college for a degree in art. He figured that if it didn’t work out, at least he could find a hobby to indulge in, since he loved making graffiti art. As the years went by, he thought that he had found his calling. He picked up everything quickly, and nearly excelled at ceramic arts. Before he had even finished his ceramics class, he decided that would be his area of expertise. His family even started talking to him again when they saw how much he was exceeding in his studies, and even helped him fund them once they were certain he was finally turning his life around.
He was only a year away from graduating, when everything went to shit again.
There’s a local art show that many of his peers were selling their works in. So much so, that there was a section dedicated entirely to artists from his college. He had attempted to sell his paintings at this same show before, but never had much luck, especially since he didn’t care much for painting itself. This year was different however, since he was able to sell a ceramic sculpture he made, something he had put his all into. It was a small sculpture featuring two humanoid figures, one small black one adorned with dark blue stripes, the other a larger deep purple, facing away from the other figure. The figures were attached together by small lines swirling around the two, the lines slowly fading into the colors of the respective figures they were closer to. He had spent many days perfecting the small details, and was certain it would sell this time.
That wasn’t the case, since his peers' art was selling left and right, while he hardly got any attention. He even tried lowering the price multiple times, but with no luck. This pissed him off immensely, and he decided he had to take action. On the night before closing, he decided to sneak in and destroy his peer’s artwork, as well as some of the other displays, leaving his statue as the last option available in his college’s display. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t know that there was a guard quietly surveying the area, and he was dragged out in cuffs before he was even halfway finished with his plan. After that, he was thrown out of college, kicked out of his home, and was once again left with a hefty fine to pay, one he is still paying off now.
However, tonight was going to change things. After months of research, he had finally found the perfect way to infiltrate the local art museum. In the back entrance, there’s a window that isn’t in view of the cameras, perfect for sneaking in. After that, it’s only a matter of avoiding the cameras pointing directly at the displays in the main rooms. The owner of the museum clearly positioned them to keep an eye on the main attractions, but not the dark corners of the room. There’s also a room currently in development, which doesn’t have any cameras placed in it yet, but has plenty of antique artifacts scattered around.
George heard about Rose’s protective nature when it comes to her collection, and knew damn well that she’d triple security once she found her prized possessions missing, so he knew he had to make every step count, it may be his last chance to live comfortably.
Zipping up his hoodie, he sighed heavily, before shakily opening the door to his apartment. He had to make this count.
It had been three months since Rose received her new device from Richard, and she was thoroughly disappointed. Not only was it uncomfortable to sit on, she hadn’t found anyone to test it yet. She had hoped that someone finally would have tried their luck by attempting to rob her collection, so she could satisfy her needs. Angered, she decided to give Richard a call.
It took a few tries, but after the third attempt, he finally picked up.
“Hello Rose, have you had a chance to test my creation?”
In a failed attempt to control her anger, Rose grit her teeth and sighed.
“No, I have not.”
“That is a shame, it seems a few of my clients have been having trouble finding… volunteers. You have tried dating apps, yes? Maybe there-”
Rose cut him off, appalled by the suggestion.
“I absolutely won't be using them, I’ll find a participant in person. I’m calling in regards to another concern.”
“Ah, yes, my apologies madame. What may I help you with instead?”
His formality only annoyed her further, she struggled to keep herself from lecturing him about the quality of his work. He should know what was wrong, he built the entire contraption himself!
“We agreed that the cushion would be made of memory foam, with a hollow middle covered in thin fabric, functioning as a regular throne when not in use. Regardless of this, it is immensely uncomfortable to sit on. Can you please explain why that is?”
Rose could practically hear the grin forming on his face when he replied, it made her livid.
“Ah, yes! You see, the throne can indeed function as a normal seat, but it is intended to be less comfortable when it’s not… in use. It furthers the tester’s role when they’re in the proper position, creating a symbolic meaning for-”
“Ok, so I’ve purchased a throne from you for an absurd price that you made deliberately uncomfortable for the sake of symbolism?”
“Ayez de la patience, madame!” Richard replied, offended.
“Once you’ve had a chance to use my product as intended, you will see the importance of-”
“Alright, I’ve heard enough, I’ll judge it for myself when the time comes. Good day.” Rose snapped, before hanging up.
Preposterous, the entire thing was a scam. She should have known it was too good to be true, and she knew there was no way in hell she was finding a volunteer, not with the way she typically approaches people. Her judgemental gaze alone was enough to scare off anyone interested, and hookup apps were beneath her. It didn’t help that she was abnormally tall compared to most people.
Annoyed, she decided to cool off in the staff only room and get some work done late, maybe inquire about a few more artifacts she had her eyes on to get her mind off of being foolish enough to buy a throne off of the dark web.
“… at least it also functions as a recliner. My feet are killing me.” She muttered to herself
George shakily breathed as put his mask on and snuck towards the back entrance. Everything that could go wrong flooded in his head as he forced himself to press forward. He knew if he was caught this time, there’d be no way he’d avoid jail time, not after robbing a real museum. He nearly collapsed from stress upon pushing the door open, pressing against the walls to avoid the cameras. He was halfway towards the unsecured room when something caught his eye.
Among the grand medieval displays, he noticed a section dedicated to local works. Surprisingly to him, each work was being given the same respect as the medieval pieces. Slowly, he inched his way towards it, being wary of cameras the entire time. He examined each individual display, recognizing the names of a few colleges. A guilty pit in his stomach began to form as he wondered if his work could have ended up here if his life had gone differently, at least until something in the middle of this section caught his eye. His heart sank when he saw it, a familiar blue and purple statue, with the label “Unknown Artist, Untitled.” He pressed on, trying to push it aside, the past is the past, there was no changing what happened. He wasn’t about to get arrested because his own guilty conscience distracted him.
Staying against the wall, he finally found his way to the unguarded room. Upon entering, he was met with an impressive display of medieval China. Goblets, plates, and even silverware adorned a long wooden table in the middle of the room. Near the end of the room, there was a small set of stairs that had a long red carpet running down it. On top of it, there was a red throne adorned with purple decorative gems. This room was clearly where the old throne room was located. George laughed to himself, he was impressed with the amount of dedication Rose had put into authentically re-creating it. As much as he wanted to look around more, he knew work had to get done.
George pulled out a sack and began stuffing the goblets into it. Those were adorned with gold engravings, so he knew they would have worth. He grabbed some plates here and there, since those could likely be sold on the dark web to competing museums who didn’t care where they sourced their displays. His eyes lit up when he realized that the gems on the throne might be tanzanite. If that’s the case, they would be worth a lot, especially with how big they are. He stuffed the sack underneath the table, since the gems likely would take a minute to remove, and lord help him if someone walked in during that. He approached the throne, and reached for the first gem, but something in his gut made him hesitate. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he tried to push himself to stick with the plan, but his guilt was finally getting to him. He tried to push it down, but knowing that his work was displayed here, he wasn’t sure if he could go through with it anymore. He desperately tried to remind himself what he was risking if he didn’t press on, but he was frozen in time.
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SLAM
He was pulled out of his guilt-induced trance by the sound of a door slamming open, followed by angry footsteps. Luckily, it was a door further away from this room, but that meant someone else was in the museum with him, and those footsteps were rapidly approaching his location. In a panicked frenzy, he looked for a place to hide. There was no room for him under the table, and he didn’t dare try to hide in the fireplace. He frantically looked around, until he noticed a hinge on the back of the throne. Rushing to the other side, he opened the latch and stuffed himself inside. It was a tight fit, but he was able to put his arms up inside the arms of the throne, and press his legs up to his chest. The thin red fabric above him allowed him to breathe, but his head had to face up, otherwise he’d barely have any air. Steadying his breath, he quickly sealed the door to the inside of the throne by shimmying around. Just as he heard the throne room door swing open, he heard a small clicking sound, along with a sudden pressure on his wrists and lower arms.
His heart sank then he realized the clicking sound was his arms being strapped in by metal bands. He discreetly tried to struggle, to no avail. He was now trapped inside the throne.
“There was way more paperwork to send out than usual tonight, and far too many requests. I don’t know how many more ways to say no to inquiries, as if I’d ever sell any part of my collection!” Rose thought to herself, as she groggily fixed her back.
“I still can’t believe I was lectured by that insufferable scam artist, after he expected me to pay that much for a poorly-made throne! He really thinks I’ll believe it’s intended to be uncomfortable unless it’s “in use?” There’s no excuse for such poor craftsmanship!”
Rose stared at the throne, and looked around at the raggedy wooden chairs at the dining table. Sure, she could go back to the staff only room, but her office chair broke months ago while she was sitting on it. Her back still hurt from the fall, and the rusty old folding chair she had in there as a replacement was quickly nearing the same fate, judging by the loud squeaking sounds it made whenever she used it. She stared back up at the throne, sighing heavily.
“I might as well use it, perhaps it could hold more weight. I need to sit for a while before heading home… if I even head home tonight. I’m exhausted.”
Angrily, she made her way towards her new throne.
George tried desperately to listen for Roses’ footsteps, but to no avail. He could barely make out where she was in the room, so he just tried to listen for the sound of a door opening and closing. He was unsure how he’d escape from being inside the throne, but he’d rather figure that out himself instead of facing Roses’ wrath. He tried his best to steady his breath as much as he could. After a minute of this, he realized something was off, since the sound of her footsteps was getting louder. He could barely see outside of the throne, since his face was facing the ceiling. He only became more confused when the footsteps stopped, and the room got darker.
Everything made sense when the unmistakable shape of Roses’ chair-breaking ass was inches away from his face. Before he could react, her ass slammed down onto him. He tried to scream, but was almost completely muffled. His face was wedged between her cheeks, holding his head in place. He should barely even struggle, especially with his arms locked in place. Whatever happened now, he was completely at her mercy.
Rose however, was enjoying herself. The moment she sat down, relief swept through her entire body. She took back everything she said about the throne earlier, since it was a LOT more comfortable now, and it was clearly able to handle most of her weight, despite the creaking.
“Huh, I honestly expected this ridiculous thing to break instantly, especially with how hard I just sat down. I was hoping to prove that scammer wrong about everything. It even feels more comfortable now, regardless of what he said. Maybe I just need to wear the cushion down?”
Rose pressed the entirety of her weight down and began grinding George’s face unknowingly. He panicked more when he realized his face was slowly getting further between her cheeks with every shift, since the memory foam was collapsing under her, slowly and agonizingly. He tried harder to struggle, but it only made his situation worse as he sunk even deeper into her ass.
To make matters worse, he felt a familiar sensation starting to form in his lower half. His face flushed redder than the fabric he was sealed in, humiliated that he was even remotely enjoying this. He’d have a lot to explain if he was caught, especially since it was already showing through his pants within seconds. He mustered the willpower to steady his breathing, trying hard not to get caught.
Rose sighed in relief as her new “cushion” began to feel even nicer underneath her. She pressed down, feeling the memory foam sink under her weight. Her mind wandered as she grinded it more, and a familiar urge slowly began to overwhelm her again, just like the night she first saw her new throne.
“One day this will be the face of someone desperate to serve me.”
She bounced around on her seat, crushing George’s face as he felt her ass engulf his head for a moment whenever she bounced down.
“They’ll serve only me, bending to my every will, be completely at my mercy…”
She pressed down after a hard jump, sealing George deep in her ass for a moment, before sitting up again.
“…and I really can’t wait to break them in.”
George’s eyes widened as she suddenly pressed down hard and began grinding even more, it almost seemed like she was trying to get some kind of friction on his face. Was he not the only one enjoying this? If she was, she was certainly enjoying it more than he was.
“Nnnggh…”
George felt his face flush as Rose quickened her pace, grinding her… arousal on his nose as her ass dragged across his face over and over again. He felt himself twitch at the realization of what she was doing, she was definitely enjoying his face. Rose didn’t know why, but there was a certain spot on her new “seat” that felt amazing. Her imagination went wild as she gave in to her sadistic temptations, imagining she was using someone for her own pleasure as they were crushed beneath her.
“Hnngg… hmmph…”
George tried hard to steady his breathing, but the sounds Rose was making above him, along with her tyrannical ass grinding on his face, made him desperate to find his own pleasure. He whined as he sat there, arms bound helplessly as his body begged for a new kind of release.
Rose was nearly at her peak, when she stopped her grinding suddenly. Snapping out of her rampage, she looked down, annoyed with herself at how much she was enjoying grinding on “nothing”. As good as it felt, she was above her own urges. She sighed and slumped back on her seat, sinking back down onto her throne.
George, as desperate for “release” as he was, panicked when he realized she was once again slowly sinking onto his face. He had brief periods of fresh air when she was grinding on his face, but now he was slowly being sealed between her cheeks, and he doubted she’d be getting up anytime soon after that. As he got deeper and deeper, his gasps for breath became more desperate. The air was limited as he was forced to huff her ass deeply. He was confused, how hadn’t she noticed his frantic gasping underneath her? It was as if he was nothing, just a throne for her to use however she saw fit. He wondered if she knew, and just had no regard for him whatsoever.
He thrashed as his head was plunged even further, only making him sink more. At this point, his face was engulfed between her cheeks, muffling any sound he could make. He continued thrashing, until he had gotten so deep that moving was next to impossible, pinning him completely underneath her. There was nothing he could do now but wait as she continued sinking onto his face. The agonizing pressure increased slowly until the entirety of her weight was now being held up by him. At first, George was confused when he felt her stop sinking down, a part of him thought it would never stop, and a smaller yet shameful part of him didn’t want it to stop. His breath hitched when he realized his nose was pressed right up against her asshole.
Ignoring his better judgment, he accepted his place. He pressed his face up, trying desperately to sink even deeper into her. Despite being at his limit, he needed more of her. He didn’t care about stealing the gems anymore, he didn’t even care about getting caught.
“Hnng…”
Rose was really enjoying her new throne now. She had no idea why she was complaining before, this was the most comfortable she’s ever felt, among other things. She pressed her ass down, trying to feel even more of it, just barely containing the urge to grind herself against the weird bump she felt earlier. She desperately wished someone’s face was in there right now, otherwise she’d be relentless with them. Sighing and slumping back, she pulled the side of the throne to send out the recliner feature Richard had told her about. It was unusual, instead of metal bars protruding with a cushion at the end of them, three hollow red boxes attached to each other slowly slid out from underneath the recliner, the first one starting out large, and gradually getting smaller, but still large enough to fit a human if one were inside of it. It made sense, considering the thrones’ intended purpose.
George gasped as he was suddenly dragged back slightly. His arms and face were still firmly held back in place, but he was no longer sitting with his legs held to his chest. Instead, he was now half-laying, with his arms extending slightly in the air above him, and his legs laying flat on the ground. Before he had time to react, he heard another click, and his legs were locked in place by another set of metal bands.
To make matters worse, the top of the larger box was made out of the same thin fabric that barely saved his face from Roses’ ass, located right where his crotch is. He did everything in his power not to twitch as Rose slowly pressed her legs down onto the first box.
“HMMGG! HMM- mmph…”
George tried to get her attention before she pressed down further, but was met with an overwhelming feeling of pleasure as the pressure increased. He was finally getting the friction he desperately wanted. His pleasured sounds were completely muffled by her ass as she began pressing down on his need. He pushed his face into her ass as he became delirious with arousal.
As she grinded down the weird lump she found in her throne with her legs, Rose wondered how Richard missed such annoying lumps in her chair. She was determined to flatten it and get her money’s worth. Her determination only turned to frustration as the lump only seemed to get harder the more pressure she applied. After an eternity of vigorous grinding, she gave up, resting the full weight of her legs on it. At least the cushion was comfy enough.
George’s breath hitched as the friction suddenly stopped. He quietly whimpered and pleaded with the oblivious figure towering above him to no avail. He knew she couldn’t hear him, but he desperately wanted to get her attention. Maybe she’d give him some mercy, or at least let him go so he could finish the job himself later. He knew nothing of what Rose had in store for him if he was discovered.
Rose slumped down onto George’s face, defeated. Luckily for her, the lump was easily ignorable, and she felt herself struggling to keep her eyes open. Slowly, she felt herself fighting to stay awake, but it was a losing battle, especially since she had been up all night. George on the other hand, was also fighting a losing battle. As Rose slumped down more, he felt his air getting significantly more limited by the second. As scary as this was, the suspense of it excited him even more. He felt everything start to fade out, until…
“WhA! Who?!”
Rose felt something move against her leg. It couldn’t have been the lump brushing up against her, right? It had to be something alive, especially since she was completely motionless just now. She frantically looked around the room, looking for any sign of life. In all honesty, she hoped it was a burglar rather than a mouse, she’s had more experience dealing with that than a mouse infestation. Not to mention what it would do to the museum’s reviews…
As George gradually regained his ability to think, the feeling of dread overwhelmed him. He knew exactly what happened just now, and was now struggling to keep his bodily urges under control. If it happened again, he would definitely be discovered now, and lord knows what would happen to him. He felt his blood run cold with ideas of what she’d knowingly do to him, which unfortunately didn’t work in his favor. Desperately trying to think of something else, his length had already made up its mind.
Twitch
Rose’s head shot towards the “lump” protruding proudly through her throne. Surely she must be mistaken, there’s no way it would have moved on its own, right? She was about to berate herself for her foolish line of thinking when-
Twitch
“There’s absolutely no way…”
Rose starred in utter disbelief at the twitching lump. She knew for certain that there was something living in there. A mix of emotions, both good and bad, filled her as she slowly lifted herself off of her “throne” to see what fool had decided to try and rob her this time. As angry as she was, she intended to at least hear what they had to say. It was the least she could do after the hours they had spent serving her. She knew damn well she didn’t owe them anything, but wanted to at least know how they got in so she could take the proper precautions and improve security measures wherever they’re faltering.
George heard a loud click as the shackles on his arms and legs were released, and light from the outside flooded his tiny living space as the door to the throne’s inside opened. As scared as he was, he was relieved to finally take a breath of fresh air. This relief was short lived, as he felt Rose grab the collar of his shirt and drag him out, tossing him to the floor. He ached and writhed from the impact. He slowly lifted himself up and turned to see Rose towering over him with her arms crossed, a stern expression painted on her face.
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They stood there for a minute, staring at each other. George swore that he could see a hint of a smirk on her face as she stared down at him.
“Well?” Rose said, expectantly.
“Well.. uh, what?”
“Explain yourself, why are you here? What were you doing in that throne?”
“Oh… right. Well… wait! Why do you even have a torture device? That’s the real question here! What are you, some kind of-”
Rose angrily stepped closer towards him, and he immediately regretted questioning her. He had no doubt in his mind that she might shove him back in if he kept talking.
“That’s my business, keep in mind that I collect medieval objects, torture devices are known to be medieval relics. I should ask you what you were doing inside of it, or why you were clearly getting an-”
“Ok! Fair enough.” George interrupted, flustered.
Rose was about to scold him again, but excused his interruption as flusteredness. His face was even redder than the throne. Hell, his face was the throne for a while. Besides, she wanted him to explain himself.
“Ok then, getting back to the topic at hand, why are you here? My patience is wearing thin.”
George scrambled to get his thoughts together as quickly as he could as Rose tapped her foot impatiently. He could hardly get a word out as she glared down at him. He wasn’t exactly known for his bravery.
“Uhhm.. I.. well the thing is… uhh…”
“I’m waiting.”
Her voice was dripping with a sinister tone this time. He had to say something now. He took a quick breath, and said everything that came to mind without a second thought.
“Ok ok so money is tight and I was about to go into debt but I was realllllllly getting desperate because nowhere would hire be because I have a record and I tried a long time ago to be an artist but it didn’t work out so I get in my head I was stealing from here because I was maybe subconsciously jealous of other artists but then I couldn’t do it because I saw one of my older works displayed and felt bad but before I could leave you walked in so I hid in the chair I mean throne or whatever and then all that happened and I’m sorry it was really stupid in hindsight and-”
“Wait wait, hold on.” Rose interrupted, stopping his rambling.
“You said you have something of yours displayed here?”
“...yes.”
“Show me where it is.”
The two made their way out into the main area of the museum. George awkwardly looked at the ground as he led Rose to his display. Rose stood towering behind him as he stood in front of his small cool-colored sculpture, shakily pointing towards the piece with unknown origins.
“There, this is a piece I made in college.”
George shimmied out of the way as Rose unexpectedly walked towards the piece, examining it closely. She showed no sign of emotion as she gave the piece a thorough evaluation.
“Yes, I remember purchasing this piece. This was after an incident over at that nearby college, correct? The one where art pieces got destroyed by another student?”
George went white at the sudden memory. He hated when it was brought up.
“Y-yes… I was that student.”
Other than a raised eyebrow, Roses’ expression didn’t change much. It was as if she already suspected he was that same student.
“Why?”
George looked down at his feet, rehearsing the same statement in his head that he had given so many other people.
“I was jealous of other students being able to sell their art pieces easily. That college valued paintings more, while I excelled in ceramics and graffiti art. I felt like I wasn’t being given a fair chance when I was already trying to turn my life around. So I got angry and destroyed the hard work of others. I regret what I did.”
Rose adjusted her posture. Although her face was mostly the same, it was clear she was deep in thought. George tried to get a read on what she might be thinking, but was dumbfounded. He stood there nervously, waiting for some kind of reaction.
“Well… this certainly changes things. Stay here please. If you run, I’ll ensure that you face the full extent of the law.”
Rose knew damn well that she didn’t need to threaten him any more, but she wanted to be certain that no other shenanigans would ensue tonight. She stepped into her office and fumbled through a few files she had saved. After a few minutes of sorting through old files, she found the receipt she had saved for the unidentified statue she purchased.
Stepping back out into the gallery towards George, she leaned down and stood beside him, pointing at numbers on a receipt.
“As you can see here, I purchased this directly from the college. I assume none of the money went towards you?”
“... yes.”
She thought for a second, before pulling out a pen. She turned away from him for a second and wrote something on it, before turning back towards him.
“This piece in particular was purchased for $10.55 exactly. You set that price yourself. That barely covers the cost of materials used for this. I assume you purchased them yourself?”
“Other than the paint, yes.”
“Good, so then that means the piece should have at least been sold for $35, judging by the amount of ceramic clay used, and this price alone does not cover the cost of work put into it, given the intricate details. The college also never paid you for it. Your heinous actions aside, you were still never paid for your work. This piece in particular has gained a lot of attention from people who favor the local section of my museum, and has sat here uncredited for years. Assuming you don’t want this piece back, I’m willing to give you…”
Rose reached into her pocket and pulled out a calculator, inputting a few different things, before turning it towards him.
“$5,000, and you’d be given an official label under your piece, that way you're being credited for your work.”
George’s eyes widened, this was all happening so fast, he had no idea if this was even happening right now. He still felt winded from earlier. Did he really pass out under her ass and hallucinate that his life was starting to actually go somewhere?
“Uhh, yea! That’s a great deal! I- wait, aren’t you going to call the cops? Why are you-”
Roses’ stern gaze returned, which shut him up.
“If I had wanted you arrested, you’d be out of my museum already, or worse. No legal measures will come towards you now, but if there are any other infractions of this measure from you I can assure you that you’ll be behind bars. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to write you a check so you can be off.”
Rose once again went to her office, walking out with a check.
“Everything is in order. I’ll just need your name. I also need it so I can place an order for a new name plate.”
“Yes, it’s George Wood but, are you sure tha-”
Cutting him off, she shoved the check into his hands.
“Enough rambling, here is your check. Our business is concluded, leave.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Rose watched as he stumbled towards the door anxiously. As good as this was, he couldn’t help but be wary. He just wanted to get home so he could collect his thoughts about what happened. He was mere inches from the door, before Rose spoke up again.
‘Wait.”
George froze in his tracks and slowly turned around to see Rose walking towards him. He debated booking it, but didn’t want to ruin his sudden luck. When she finally stood in front of him again, she spoke up.
“This is informal for me to ask, but are you potentially looking for employment?”
George gave her a confused look, and nodded. What sort of job could she offer him?
“Good. I’m currently looking for someone to take guests on guided tours, explaining the historical importance of each artifact. I would train you on the historical backgrounds of specific pieces here. Although your education wasn’t completed, I went to that same college, and know that art history is one of your completed classes, since they offer it at the very beginning of your education. You also officially have a piece displayed here of impressive quality, and seem to have given yourself your own tour, so I’d consider you qualified for the position.”
Rose maintained her formal tone, at least up until now. She paused for a moment, breaking eye-contact for the first time. She looked down at the floor, as if she was struggling for how to word what she was about to say.
“As for what happened tonight, it will not happen again… unless you wish for it to. I am here after hours often.”
George’s face turned red as Rose struggled to maintain her posture, just barely managing to remain formal.
“I mean, I’d love to work here, and I certainly wouldn’t say no to that... other thing. Whatever it was.”
The two stood there in awkward silence, unsure of what to say or do next. Rose cleared her throat, taking the initiative.
“Good, then if you’d please follow me, we can finalize the hiring process. As for our previous arrangement, that will be informal, just notify me if you think you’ll be here after hours. I’ll take care of the rest.”
George tried to hide his eagerness as he followed close behind her. Was this actually happening? Tension aside, maybe life was finally starting to look up? As for that… other thing, he tried not to think about it as he was led into her office. He silently hitched his breath as he realized just how big she was, and how big her assets were. How did he survive being under her?
His blood went cold as he realized he’d likely be under there again soon. Just what kind of arrangement was he getting himself into? As scared as he was, a part of him desperately wanted to be under her again. He shook himself out of his ass-induced trance as he entered the office, closing the door behind him. Rose took a seat behind her desk, staring down at him.
“Now then, let’s begin.”