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Every job has it. Even when you work at Smosh, there's bound to be some boring stuff. Erin sits at her desk and stares at some of the office plants opposite her. Kinda zoning out, she doesn't even see them. She's supposed to OK some payments and double-check whether all the data are filled in correctly. A soft 'ding' and a small, purple pop-up draw her attention back to the screen.
Shayne: "holy shit"
Erin clicks on the chat, opening a window to where a conversation is taking place.
Courtney: that was EVERYTHING
Damien: when Anthony said 'I already know that's true' I kind of McFreakin' lost it
Courtney: I love them so much :(
Shayne: I think we're not talking enough about Anthony secretly reading people's private messages
Courtney: REAL
Erin smiles self-satisfied. That was her pitch come to life. She always has the best show-ideas, and loves to tap into her inner Smosh fan's need to see Ian and Anthony together in videos. They are the reason she got into YouTube in the first place. Ever since Anthony came back, the whole office has been buzzing with excitement.
"But chores don't complete themselves," she sighs and continues to double-check. A bold thought forms in the back of her mind. "No, not now, not while people are around..."
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"Erin, what are you still doing here?" Tommy asks, bag over his shoulder as he's heading out.
"Oh, you know, admin."
"Ew. Well, good luck with that!"
"Bye!" She waves after him, taking a deep breath. Time to put her plan in action.
A few weeks ago, Erin discovered she could see the back-end of all Slack channels at Smosh. They've got a Google plan so her admin rights go pretty far. She can even read everyone's DMs. She CAN, but that doesn't mean she should, of course. And yet, Anthony did the same thing before, on Smosh.com. He only did it to check there was no shady business going on, or so he said. Does she believe that?
Does Erin dare? Does she dare to look at what Anthony says in his own private messages?
"This is such an HR violation," she thinks to herself. But who is going to know anyway? It's not as if Lisa is a tech wizard. Her heart starts beating a bit faster, hovering over Anthony's name with her cursor.
Click.
She's in.
Wait. Is this right? "He's only talking to Ian?" Of course, it figures.
There's a ton of DMs Anthony has left unopened. But there's a long log of conversations with Ian. Erin can't help but smile.
Anthony: Ian
Ian: ANT
Anthony: you're not answering my text messages
Ian: so you're sending me more messages here?
Anthony: you're answering though :)
Ian: you got me there
Anthony: I just wanted to say I liked today
Ian: twas a good day
Anthony: but it was a lot
Ian: yea
Anthony: I want to spend some us-time
Ian: god yes
Anthony: no work talk
Ian: what is work what are you talking about
Anthony: thanks :)
"This is innocent enough," Erin thinks, about to close her laptop. But something makes her continue.
Ian: I'm going home soon so I'm gonna log off
Anthony: not yet
Ian: why not?
Anthony: because
Ian: because WHAT
Anthony: because I'm horny
Ian: ?
Anthony: ?
Ian: do you want me to help you with that?
Anthony: yes
Ian: what do you have in mind?
Anthony: what are you wearing?
Ian: nothing
Anthony: hot. but you're lying
Ian: you don't know that
Anthony: I know you and you're never naked unless you're showering
Ian: remember Miami
Anthony: !! yes
Ian: that was fun
Anthony: yup.
Anthony: you knew I was watching, didn't you
Ian: when?
Anthony: when you jacked off in the hotel shower and the door was wide open!
Ian: I just wanted to see you write that down ;)
Anthony: you definitely knew
Ian: but I didn't mind
Anthony: you put on a show for me, didn't you
Ian: and you loved it
Anthony: I was looking
Ian: I love it when you watch me
Erin gasps. What the frick?
Ian: Idgaf about anyone else
Anthony: me neither, I mean besides you
Anthony: I want to watch you again
Ian: you could
Anthony: when?
Ian: whenever, you can just come over
Anthony: oh yeah
Ian: I still think about our first kiss sometimes
Anthony: me too.
Anthony: I was so out of it today, I didn't realize at first
Ian: I'm sure it'll be great for views
Anthony: hm...
Ian: don't feel bad for being yourself, Anthony
Anthony: I love you
Ian: I'm kinda horny now too
Anthony: :)
Ian: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Anthony: would you ever want to do something
Ian: with you?
Anthony: yez
Ian: yezzir
Anthony: like what
Ian: I'd like to put you on a leash and fuck you against a wall
Anthony: Ian!
Anthony: I'd like that too
Ian: really?
Anthony: unless this is a joke
Ian: no it's not a joke
Ian: unless you want it to be
Anthony: no I want it to be real
Ian: I'd make you moan and beg
Anthony: would you choke me?
Ian: within an inch of your life
Anthony: yes please
Slowly, Erin's hand slides down, between her thighs. This is not what she thought she'd find. And she's in way too deep to think about consequences or implications. Her cheeks burn as the light of her laptop illuminates her face. But another Slack pop-up shocks her out of her trance.
Angela: wow they really bought Smosh
Chanse: who is Anthony
Erin throws the laptop in her bag and gets out of the building as fast she can. She turns off all of the lights and locks the door. Back home she'll continue this session, in private...