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kinkfestTitle: Mandatory Lesson
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windrider1
Rating: PG13 (for innuendo)
Warnings: none
Word count: 1207
Prompt:Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core: Any characters, ShinRa's mandatory sexual harassment presentation. "It was bad enough with Reno asking questions and making comments, but then Genesis strolled in fashionably late...."
A/N: Not sure if this is exactly what the prompter had in mind. But I have to admit, Genesis was a surprising treat for me. <3
“What about 'sweater pillows'?”
The woman standing at the front of the room, a Ms. Violette Johnson—whose unfortunately ironic name had not gone unnoticed—pushed her black rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose and gave a long-suffering sigh—her fourth in the past thirty minutes. Primly, she leveled the red-head leaning back in his seat a disapproving glare. “No. 'Sweater pillows' is not acceptable.”
“Naw, I mean like as a compliment, y'know. Like: Wow, you have nice set of sweater pillows there. Context and all.” Reno waved his hand in the air, his teeth flashing white.
If the sharp snap of heel clacking tile was any indication, Mrs. Johnson was far less amused than the snickering companions behind the Turk.
“I can assure you, that there is no context in which sweater pillows is an appropriate comment.”
“But, wha—”
“Ever.”
“Okay, duly noted. You getting this down?” Reno turned to his bald partner, who was dutifully taking notes.
Rude nodded, kept writing.
Reno leaned across, peered at the paper. “You'd better write down 'torpedo tits' and 'boobtacular' in the nooooooo column.”
Another nod and another series of chuckles from the room.
“Moving on.” Ms. Johnson dug into the briefcase on the table beside her and pulled out a thin blue book. As she did, she continued to speak. “We've covered some of the basic, assertive forms, of harassment, but we need to keep in mind that there's other forms as well. Such as, less directly, there's innuendo—”
“Innuendo?” A voice from the back asked.
Reno turned in his chair, one arm slung across its back as he explained, “Y'know, using words in a way that really means something else. Like when all them SOLDIER boys over there are comparing 'swords'?” he smirked.
“Kiss my ass, Turk.” Several middle fingers shot up to echo the sentiment.
“Aw, don't let him get to you. They're just jealous because their rods are so puny.” Came another retort.
Reno reached between his legs, groped and made a kissy face. “You can suck my rod.”
Up front, Ms. Johnson simply spluttered, her wide-eyed gaze swinging to the man in the corner.
Taking that as his cue, Angeal stepped forward, lifted a hand and immediately the room quieted. He gestured for her to continue.
“Uhm, yes, thank you.” She glanced down at the book in her hand, took a breath. Smoothing an invisible flyaway piece of hair back into her tight coif, she cleared her throat and attempted to continue. “If you will take a look at your Shin-Ra Electric Employee Manual...page 16...you will see the basic outlines of what constitutes sexual harassment and some common scenarios.” When silence was all that greeted her statement, there was a flash of relief in her eyes.
She waited until they opened their books, then,“Many times an employee may not even realized that the situations and occurrences that they are dealing with constitutes as harassment. Some of the most commonplace forms of this happen when a supervisor or someone in a position of greater authority uses that authority in an inappropriate manner.”
Again, the room was quiet save for the scratching of pen to paper and the occasional dry cough. “Okay, good. Let's do some role-playing. No!” She immediately shot down Reno's waving hand with a glare.
He pulled his arm back down, sullen.
Scanning the room, she asked, “Any other volunteers? No? No one? I promise it won't be that bad. Hmmm, let me see...” She scanned the sign-in sheet, picked a name at random. “Fair. Zack Fair?”
Chair legs scraped tile and in the back of the room Zack rose to his feet. His blue eyes sparkled and his grin was devilishly charming. “Sure.” He nodded and made his way to the front of the room. He flashed Angeal a quick look, always eager to do a good job in front of his mentor, before he took his place beside their instructor. “So, what do I do?”
Mouth parted, Ms. Johnson simply stared.
Zack rubbed the back of his neck. “Uhm, ma'am?”
“Huh?”
His crooked smile revealed a dimple in his cheek. “What should I do?”
Blink. “Oh. Oh, yes, uhm, here,” she thrust a copy of the manual into his hands. “We'll be acting out the scene on the bottom there.”
“Okay, yeah, sure.” Zack skimmed the small box labeled: Sexual Harassment Role Play 12A. Satisfied he knew what to do, he set the book down and waited.
Ms. Johnson gave the scenario to the rest of the classroom. “Mr. Fair here will be in a position of authority, and I will be one of his employees. This situation is one of the most common, and often most ignored, forms of harassment.” She turned to Zack. “Ready?”
“Sure.” He cleared his throat, expression becoming serious. “Ms. Johnson, I'd like you to stay late tonight. There's some things I wish to discuss with you.”
“I'm sorry, sir, but I can't. I have prior commitments.”
Zack's scowl was disapproving. “Well, if you can't commit to your job, perhaps I should reconsider your position.”
At this, she turned to the rest of the room. “Here, take note of how he is using his higher authoritative position to threaten mine.” Back to Zack. “I really can't, sir.”
Improvising, Zack leaned forward, his eyes a deep, beguiling blue, his hand coming up to lightly touch her shoulder. “Well...what if I said please? Then would you stay with me?”
The manual fluttered to the floor. “...”
“Whoo-hoo! Go, Fair!” Reno stamped his feet on the ground, laughing. “It ain't harassment if she wants it!”
Behind him, the door swung open and a man in red leather with eyes like sin and lips that provoked even wickeder thoughts strolled in, his half-lidded gaze coming to rest on the two in the front of the room. “Am I too late for the role-play?” he questioned, voice like rough velvet as he approached them. “That's too bad. I do so enjoy partaking in the experience.” He reached out, lifted Ms. Johnson's hand from it's place at her side, placed it—palm flush—to his lips. “It's always enlightening to bear witness to the schemes and sinful ilk of men when faced with such delicious temptation.”
Her eyes went wide, then droopy, and her breath left in a long rush. Genesis gently nipped and she was a puddle on the floor.
Dropping the limp hand still held in his own, Genesis turned to Angeal. “It appears class is over. So now you have no excuse not to come training.”
“You can be a real asshole,” Angeal told him.
A shrug.
“See that Ms. Johnson is properly taken care of,” Angeal told Zack. “The rest of you—fill out the evaluation forms and get back to your stations.”
There were snickers and general ribbing as the room's occupants filed out.
“You'd think by now they'd start sending men,” Angeal commented when they were alone.
Genesis inclined his head, lips curved up. “And that'd make a difference how?”
“Good point.”
Author:
windrider1Rating: PG13 (for innuendo)
Warnings: none
Word count: 1207
Prompt:Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core: Any characters, ShinRa's mandatory sexual harassment presentation. "It was bad enough with Reno asking questions and making comments, but then Genesis strolled in fashionably late...."
A/N: Not sure if this is exactly what the prompter had in mind. But I have to admit, Genesis was a surprising treat for me. <3
“What about 'sweater pillows'?”
The woman standing at the front of the room, a Ms. Violette Johnson—whose unfortunately ironic name had not gone unnoticed—pushed her black rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose and gave a long-suffering sigh—her fourth in the past thirty minutes. Primly, she leveled the red-head leaning back in his seat a disapproving glare. “No. 'Sweater pillows' is not acceptable.”
“Naw, I mean like as a compliment, y'know. Like: Wow, you have nice set of sweater pillows there. Context and all.” Reno waved his hand in the air, his teeth flashing white.
If the sharp snap of heel clacking tile was any indication, Mrs. Johnson was far less amused than the snickering companions behind the Turk.
“I can assure you, that there is no context in which sweater pillows is an appropriate comment.”
“But, wha—”
“Ever.”
“Okay, duly noted. You getting this down?” Reno turned to his bald partner, who was dutifully taking notes.
Rude nodded, kept writing.
Reno leaned across, peered at the paper. “You'd better write down 'torpedo tits' and 'boobtacular' in the nooooooo column.”
Another nod and another series of chuckles from the room.
“Moving on.” Ms. Johnson dug into the briefcase on the table beside her and pulled out a thin blue book. As she did, she continued to speak. “We've covered some of the basic, assertive forms, of harassment, but we need to keep in mind that there's other forms as well. Such as, less directly, there's innuendo—”
“Innuendo?” A voice from the back asked.
Reno turned in his chair, one arm slung across its back as he explained, “Y'know, using words in a way that really means something else. Like when all them SOLDIER boys over there are comparing 'swords'?” he smirked.
“Kiss my ass, Turk.” Several middle fingers shot up to echo the sentiment.
“Aw, don't let him get to you. They're just jealous because their rods are so puny.” Came another retort.
Reno reached between his legs, groped and made a kissy face. “You can suck my rod.”
Up front, Ms. Johnson simply spluttered, her wide-eyed gaze swinging to the man in the corner.
Taking that as his cue, Angeal stepped forward, lifted a hand and immediately the room quieted. He gestured for her to continue.
“Uhm, yes, thank you.” She glanced down at the book in her hand, took a breath. Smoothing an invisible flyaway piece of hair back into her tight coif, she cleared her throat and attempted to continue. “If you will take a look at your Shin-Ra Electric Employee Manual...page 16...you will see the basic outlines of what constitutes sexual harassment and some common scenarios.” When silence was all that greeted her statement, there was a flash of relief in her eyes.
She waited until they opened their books, then,“Many times an employee may not even realized that the situations and occurrences that they are dealing with constitutes as harassment. Some of the most commonplace forms of this happen when a supervisor or someone in a position of greater authority uses that authority in an inappropriate manner.”
Again, the room was quiet save for the scratching of pen to paper and the occasional dry cough. “Okay, good. Let's do some role-playing. No!” She immediately shot down Reno's waving hand with a glare.
He pulled his arm back down, sullen.
Scanning the room, she asked, “Any other volunteers? No? No one? I promise it won't be that bad. Hmmm, let me see...” She scanned the sign-in sheet, picked a name at random. “Fair. Zack Fair?”
Chair legs scraped tile and in the back of the room Zack rose to his feet. His blue eyes sparkled and his grin was devilishly charming. “Sure.” He nodded and made his way to the front of the room. He flashed Angeal a quick look, always eager to do a good job in front of his mentor, before he took his place beside their instructor. “So, what do I do?”
Mouth parted, Ms. Johnson simply stared.
Zack rubbed the back of his neck. “Uhm, ma'am?”
“Huh?”
His crooked smile revealed a dimple in his cheek. “What should I do?”
Blink. “Oh. Oh, yes, uhm, here,” she thrust a copy of the manual into his hands. “We'll be acting out the scene on the bottom there.”
“Okay, yeah, sure.” Zack skimmed the small box labeled: Sexual Harassment Role Play 12A. Satisfied he knew what to do, he set the book down and waited.
Ms. Johnson gave the scenario to the rest of the classroom. “Mr. Fair here will be in a position of authority, and I will be one of his employees. This situation is one of the most common, and often most ignored, forms of harassment.” She turned to Zack. “Ready?”
“Sure.” He cleared his throat, expression becoming serious. “Ms. Johnson, I'd like you to stay late tonight. There's some things I wish to discuss with you.”
“I'm sorry, sir, but I can't. I have prior commitments.”
Zack's scowl was disapproving. “Well, if you can't commit to your job, perhaps I should reconsider your position.”
At this, she turned to the rest of the room. “Here, take note of how he is using his higher authoritative position to threaten mine.” Back to Zack. “I really can't, sir.”
Improvising, Zack leaned forward, his eyes a deep, beguiling blue, his hand coming up to lightly touch her shoulder. “Well...what if I said please? Then would you stay with me?”
The manual fluttered to the floor. “...”
“Whoo-hoo! Go, Fair!” Reno stamped his feet on the ground, laughing. “It ain't harassment if she wants it!”
Behind him, the door swung open and a man in red leather with eyes like sin and lips that provoked even wickeder thoughts strolled in, his half-lidded gaze coming to rest on the two in the front of the room. “Am I too late for the role-play?” he questioned, voice like rough velvet as he approached them. “That's too bad. I do so enjoy partaking in the experience.” He reached out, lifted Ms. Johnson's hand from it's place at her side, placed it—palm flush—to his lips. “It's always enlightening to bear witness to the schemes and sinful ilk of men when faced with such delicious temptation.”
Her eyes went wide, then droopy, and her breath left in a long rush. Genesis gently nipped and she was a puddle on the floor.
Dropping the limp hand still held in his own, Genesis turned to Angeal. “It appears class is over. So now you have no excuse not to come training.”
“You can be a real asshole,” Angeal told him.
A shrug.
“See that Ms. Johnson is properly taken care of,” Angeal told Zack. “The rest of you—fill out the evaluation forms and get back to your stations.”
There were snickers and general ribbing as the room's occupants filed out.
“You'd think by now they'd start sending men,” Angeal commented when they were alone.
Genesis inclined his head, lips curved up. “And that'd make a difference how?”
“Good point.”
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Date: 2010-03-05 09:22 pm (UTC)THANK YOU!! **hugs**