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Inside Job for Two	By : GrayNeko Category: -Misc Cartoons > General Views: 1065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This work is a parody. I do not own Inside Job or any of the characters that belong to the series. No money was made from this story.

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Reagan wiped sweat from her forehead as she put the finishing touches on a frame that she had fitted to one of the mirrors of her bedroom closet sliding doors. A video played on a loop on her computer in the background and Reagan used it to fuel her current endeavor.

“-think you’d have more fun if you gave some of this stuff a try. I know you keep saying you have hang ups from your childhood but think of it like exposure therapy. If you’re worried, you could always get Brett to help you, you and I know he’d do it and you wouldn’t even need a jar of peanut butter to motivate that puppy boy.”

There was another video playing beneath the first, this one of the other Reagan banging several JFK clones in an empty office. They had her laid out across a desk, her top torn open and her breasts bouncing wildly as she was pumped from either end. Each clone individually lived up to the legend of the former president’s sexual prowess, with “Reagan” wantonly moaning around a cock in her mouth as she let her pussy be voluntarily violated by the same cock over and over again in this one of a kind executive gangbang.

“Ah say, this whoure is-er uh, something else, wouldn’t you agree, my fellow American presidents?” The Kennedy between her legs grunted out as he held her thighs like handlebars.

“Mmm, yeah, haven’t had a pipe cleaner like this since Inga Arvad,” the one face fucking her said.

“Ah’ll be the judge of that,” the other said as he jockeyed the first out of the way and crammed his dick down “Reagan’s” throat. “Hmm, Ah’d say she’s closer to good ol’ Anita, certainly has tits like her.”

The three continued to argue the finer points of the other her’s body and sexual skills as they repeatedly came in and on her until she finally wore them out and her body was as messy as a Jackson Pollock painting. They lay about the office, sweaty and dicks spent as her other self sat up, stretching like a cat.

“Thanks for the workout, boys, not so bad for a 4, was it?” she said before pulling something from her coat pocket and pressing a button. All three clones jerked and gurgled before dissolving into piles of dissipating goop.

“That’s the nice thing about clones, easy cleanup,” the other Reagan said before the video looped back to the beginning.

“Don’t even try to deny that you wanted to prove to those clone bones that they were wrong to dismiss you as a sexual object,” the other video of other Reagan said as if she knew exactly what scene was being played. “Even though I know you’ll never say it, you’re welcome for making that fantasy a reality.”

Reagan turned and hurled her screwdriver at her computer, suddenly glad that she had terrible aim as the screwdriver embedded itself in the wall behind her computer. She sighed as her shoulders slumped and she went to her desk chair and collapsed into it. She paused the videos as she spun to look at the device she had just made.

If it worked, then she and this other personality would no longer need to keep playing phone tag. If it worked.

Reagan picked up the other part that made it work, a headband with several electrodes on the inside of the band. She put it on and waited several seconds as she watched her reflection from across the room. Her reflection blinked and then blinked again and began to look around in surprise.

“What the-?” her reflection asked before starting with surprise as her voice came from speakers attached to the mirror. Understanding dawned on her a second later and she looked to Reagan with an approving smile.

“Clever. Isolating our brainwaves and creating a projector to display mine so we can both be active. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you’ve been too busy screwing anything with a pulse!” Reagan snapped as she leapt to her feet and stalked towards the mirror.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone sounds jealoouuuus,” her reflection said snarkily before leaning forward in her seat. “And here’s the kicker, I know you better than anyone else.”

“FUCK! YOU!” Reagan snarled as she began to pace to keep from smashing the mirror and ruining all of her hard work. “I-I can’t do this! Letting you galavant about was a mistake!”

“Woahwoahwoah, hold on, Reagan,” her reflection said as she leapt up, holding her hands up placatingly. “Please don’t do anything rash. Look, I’m sorry, ok? I just got caught up in the excitement of being able to actually talk to you.”

Reagan snorted, “Yeah, cause you weren’t also getting off on rubbing it in my face how much fun you’ve been having.”

“I’ve been showing you that it’s possible for you to have fun!” her reflection said as she stepped closer, pressing her hands against the mirror. Her expression softened into a look of pleading, “Look, I’ve been honest about what I’m up to. I’m as smart as you, if I wanted to hide evidence of myself, we’d be having this conversation three years from now after I became a world famous pornstar.”

“Is that supposed to make me trust you, Reag-ah! I can’t! I can’t even call you that because no matter how much we look alike, you. are. not. ME!”

Her reflection flinched as if Reagan had slapped her and Reagan hated that that made her feel bad. God, she couldn’t even break up with herself without coming off as the bad guy.

“...Regina.”

“What?” Reagan asked as her reflection looked up.

“Could you tolerate calling me Regina?” she asked, doing a solid impression of Brett’s puppy dog eyes.

Reagan chewed on her lip as she folded her arms and hunched her shoulders.

“Fine, but this doesn’t solve our problem,” Reagan finally said as she marched back to her chair and threw herself into it.

Regina sagged with relief and went back to her seat as well, though she sat with much better posture that emphasized her breasts.

“Do you always have to be doing that?” Reagan asked while rubbing at her temple with one hand while gesturing towards Regina’s chest with the other.

“I’m not going to apologize for being a sexual being,” Regina said.

“Ok but why is it always about sex with you?!” Reagan asked exasperatedly.

“Because it’s fun and it feels good, something you seem to be allergic to,” Regina said as she crossed her arms to further emphasize her chest.

“I have fun,” Reagan said, perhaps a bit too defensively. “But more importantly, I have responsibilities and like most functioning adults, I take those seriously and prioritize them a little higher than getting my rocks off.”

“I take my goals seriously too. Or haven’t you noticed how no one at work is whispering about your ‘exploits’?” Regina said as she put air quotes around exploits.

Reagan recalled noting that very thing back when this had all started but didn’t acknowledge that thought.

“Speaking of goals, what is it with you and Brett? Why the fuck did you make him kiss me?” Reagan asked.

“Because you two are perfect for each other. Duh,” Regina said as she rested her head in her hand. “You’re lucky I love you so much or I’d have made him into my boytoy from the start.”

Reagan stared at her reflection in disbelief. Her and Brett? Perfect for each other? But before she could try to dissect that idea, the rest of what Regina said hit home.

“You…love me?” Reagan asked.

“Yeah, why do you think I take such good care of us? I clean the apartment, I fixed the rips in all of your pants, which we don’t even have time to get into how you managed to put an identical rip in every pair you own, and I made all those home cooked meals nice and prepped in the fridge so you have something to eat besides junk food and ramen! Or do you think you built an invisible robot maid to do all that and forgot about it?” Regina snapped, seeming genuinely annoyed with Reagan’s doubtful tone.

Reagan glanced around and truly noticed for the first time how clean and tidy her place had become. Somehow, between work and this situation, she’d never picked up on the fact that her apartment wasn’t the trash pile it usually was.

“Oh, uh, thanks…. I guess,” Reagan mumbled in embarrassment before giving herself a shake. “But that doesn’t change the fact that we need to establish some ground rules in this…relationship, I guess? If I’ve been able to track your movements that means it’s possible for someone else to do it and the worst case scenario is the Robes catching wind of this.”

“I guess that’s fair, but given all the shit Rand and JR got away with, me having a little hanky panky fun seems pretty minor in comparison,” Regina said, though there was real venom in her voice when she mentioned Rand for some reason.

“Better not risk it. Who knows when they’ll call on me next. Now, first rule, no repeat encounters with people at the office. I’m sure you’ve come up with a reasonable way of convincing people to keep quiet about your…trysts, but if you keep making the rounds, sooner or later someone is going to talk,” Reagan said.

“They think I’m a clone that someone made of you, which given the difference in our assets, makes that pretty easy to accept. Trust me, no one in that office wants word to get out, cause they know you’d line the hallways with their heads if you were to find out,” Regina said with a smirk.

“Sometimes it’s easier to be feared than loved,” Reagan said with a sigh. “Still, better safe than sorry and I’d rather not have people think I’m an unaware idiot, which is exactly what would happen if you kept it up.”

“Fiiiine,” Regina said with a somber sigh.

“Oh stop that, this is DC for fuck’s sake. There’s plenty of guys for you to bone all over town and you’ve already proven that. And that brings us to rule number two, no bringing these hookups back to my place.”

“Our place,” Regina quickly corrected her, making Reagan’s lips thin.

“.....Our place,” Reagan said tersely, unable to object after Regina had pointed out how much cleaning she did when she was in control. “Neither of us needs these guys knowing anything more about us other than you’re down to pound.”

“Hmm, ok, but do you think you can appropriate a small amount from Cognito’s budget for hotel expenses in that case? I’m sure I can get the guys to spring for the rooms most of the time but I don’t discriminate based on income when it comes to having a good time,” Regina said.

“I’ll get an untraceable company credit card, but I can’t have my name on it. So ‘Regina’, what last name would you like on it?” Reagan asked.

Regina was quiet for a second as she tapped her plump bottom lip thoughtfully before she smirked at Reagan.

“Hyde, Regina Hyde,” she purred.

“Heh, cute,” Reagan said with a roll of her eyes before a thought occurred to her. “Waaaaaaiiiit, did you come up with Regina by slapping Reagan and vagina together?!”

Regina sat stiffly with eyes wide open before she looked away, “Pshh, n-nnoooooo.”

“Unbelievable,” Reagan muttered as she rubbed her eyes and the bridge of her nose.

“Reagan,” Regina said softly, making Reagan lift her head to see Regina smiling sincerely. “Thank you for doing this. It’s been amazing being able to finally talk to you after so long.”

Reagan felt her cheeks grow warm and wondered how much of a narcissist she had to be to get flustered by a compliment from herself.

“I’ll check in with you in a couple of days unless there’s an emergency. I’m still trying to get to the bottom of how this happened because I can’t risk any more new consciousnesses emerging. I've got enough issues as it is, I can't risk my brain turning into an Inside Out sequel,” Reagan said as she looked towards her research notes.

“Awww, I love that movie,” Regina pouted.

“You would,” Reagan said, though she smiled softly at Regina as she slipped the headband off and her reflection became her own again. Reagan sat back in her chair with a heavy sigh, her social battery was absolutely drained after all that but she needed to update Brett on her situation. Maybe she could convince him to grab a six pack of Limeritas and takeout to save her the effort of having to leave the apartment.

***

Brett was making the rounds at Cognito, checking in on the daily list of project updates and dropping off birthday cards for employees. He could have had people email him the updates and mailed the cards but Brett liked being personable and seeing the projects in person gave him a better idea of how things were going, plus it was good cardio.

“Hey hey, Gerald, Happy Birthdwhaaaa?!” Brett said as he opened an office door and was confronted by one of the most shocking scenes of his life.

“Gawk, glhk, huck!”

Gerald was reclined in his office chair, moaning emphatically as a head bobbed in his lap. Brett immediately recognized the brunette slobbering all over the accountant’s cock but his mind couldn’t accept what he was seeing. Reagan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye but didn’t slow down and in fact seemed to start bobbing her head even faster and moaning louder.

A gust of wind blew the door shut behind Brett and he realized Cognito’s weather control device was running wild across Gerald’s office as well.

“Oh, h-h-hey, Mr. Hand, s-s-sooooooory, didn’t see you come in,” Gerald got out between grunt and groans as he gripped the arm rests for dear life. “Looks like someone e-e-else beat you to the punch wishing me a Ha-ha-happy Birthday! They even whipped me up a special treat!”

Brett knew he wasn’t the smartest guy around but even with his mind reeling, he caught Gerald’s choice of words. He focused on Reagan and noticed subtle differences that only a truly best friend would pick up on, mainly that Reagan’s ass and tits were definitely bigger and her outfit was much more…provocative. His suspicion was confirmed as Regina winked at him while hiking her skirt up to put her ass fully on display.

Brett was torn. Reagan had updated him on the situation with her alter ego but he hadn’t been given any instructions on what to do if he encountered her in the wild, so to speak. He felt like he should do something to stop this but also didn’t want to do anything to raise suspicion about Regina’s actions. His silence was taken for approval by Gerald and Regina as the sweater vest wearing-man grabbed Regina’s head and forced her all the way down onto his cock right before he came loudly.

“Hrrnnn,” Gerald grunted as he blasted shot after shot down Regina’s throat and she dutifully swallowed. The weather machine began making it rain in the office as Regina pulled back with a slow, seductive effort.

“Hmm, Happy Birthday again, Gerald. Now would you mind giving me a moment to speak with Mr. Hand? I think I need to do a little convincing so he doesn’t write us up,” Regina said and Brett had to remind himself that it wasn’t Reagan standing in front of him.

“No problem, I need to take that thing to IT anyway,” Gerald said as he grabbed the remote for the weather machine and passed Brett, grabbing his birthday card as he did. “Thanks, Mr. Hand, really appreciate it.”

The two of them stood silently in the rain until Brett coughed and awkwardly tugged at his ear.

“Ahem, so uh, hello, Regina, right?” he said, doing his best to focus on her face as the rain began to make her blouse transparent. Even though he’d gotten an eyeful of Reagan’s body before, it felt very different and not just because of Regina’s physical differences.

Regina chuckled as she reached out to run a finger down his tie, “In the flesh. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Brett.”

Brett’s cheeks flushed, “Well, technically we’ve met before, I just didn’t know it and you weren’t going by Regina then.”

“But it was still fun, riiiiight?” Regina asked with a slight pout.

“Yeah but, it would have been more fun if it had been Reagan the entire time,” Brett said, surprising them both with his honesty. “And if it had been her asking me to kiss her.”

“Put that together, did you?” Regina said as she stepped back with a frown. “She didn’t hate it, you know. She just…for such a smart woman, sometimes she just doesn’t know what she wants.”

“Seems like she doesn’t exactly want you to keep messing around in the office from my understanding,” Brett said, doing his best to stand up for Reagan. “You’d have been found out pretty quickly if the whole team were here.”

“What about you, Mr. Hand?” Regina said as she leaned back on Gerald’s desk. “What do you want? You’ve seen how good I am, both first hand and in those videos Reagan’s been collecting. Want to give me a trial run?”

Brett frowned. Physically, he was sporting an erection harder than diamonds, but there was no erection in his heart and without that, whatever they did would be…empty.

“I want…to get to know you better,” Brett finally said.

Regina, who had spread her legs invitingly in anticipation of Brett giving in to his baser desires, snapped them shut as she straightened up. The shock on her face was obvious, as was her confusion.

“Oh, well…that…would be really nice,” she said after a moment, her cheeks flushing softly.

“Yeah, but it might be a little hard if you keep using the office as your playground,” Brett said as an idea that might help Reagan out came to him.

Regina raised an eyebrow as she studied Brett before her lips curled upward ever so slightly.

“Hmm, I see what you mean,” she said innocently. “Tell you what Brett, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stop sampling the office cuisine but you have to do something for me.”

“Anything for you, Reag-sorry, Regina, the Regg, the Reginator!...yeah, there we go. So what do I have to do?” Brett said as he straightened up.

Regina pushed off the desk and sauntered up to him, taking hold of his tie again before pulling him down closer to her.

“I want, no, need you to start making the moves on Reagan,” she whispered seductively.

“WHAT?!” Brett yelped as he tried to pull back but Regina held him in place.

“Oh yes, if you want me to behave, I need you to get a little naughty. Besides, it’s not like I’m asking you to do something you don’t want to do, right?” Regina asked with a knowing smile.

“Well, uh, that is…what if Reagan hits me again?” Brett asked, desperate to seize on anything that would let him not answer Regina’s question.

“That’s just a risk you’ll have to take, but I’m sure she’ll be in good…Hand,” Regina said with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows before she let go of his tie and he stumbled back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, since the office is going to be off limits, I’m taking a long, early lunch to find a properly satisfying meal.”

With that, Regina slipped past Brett, leaving him in stunned silence with a raging erection and a bunch of soggy birthday cards.

***

Reagan was starting to feel in control of her life for the first time in a long time. Regina was holding up her end of their deal and behaving herself, Cognito was meeting, and in several cases, beating project goals (and that didn’t even include quelling a few molemen uprisings), and her work on the algorithm for the Hoods was coming along smoothly. She and Brett were currently going over the next quarter’s goals while getting lunch at a little cafe Regina had found during one of her “jogs” and left a note for Reagan to give it a try.

“This place is really nice,” Brett said over his salad.

Reagan looked up from the documents she’d been going over while wondering if she could use the alpha form of her algorithm to come up with possible scenarios based on the data. She gave the cafe a sweeping look, noting that most of the tables only sat two people. The atmosphere was pleasant without that coffee-shop-full-of-desperate-wannabe-writers vibe that some places had.

“It’s not bad. Do kind of wish they served wine though,” Reagan said as her sandwich sat half-eaten on her plate. “Anyway, so the Juggalos are saying there’s going to be a bit of a downswing with the GDP and that’s going to impact the value of the dollar. We’ll need to keep people focused on other things without panicking them into hoarding toilet paper again, and let’s see if we can’t get a team to figure out why that’s the first thing people start hoarding. Bidets are a thing for crying out loud people.”

“Reagan, slow down and take a minute to try and enjoy yourself,” Brett said as he reached across the table and rested his hand on hers.

Reagan stared at their hands for a moment as Regina’s words from their first conversation echoed in her head. She had tried not to think about it because Brett had become so reliable and she needed a confidant without the complications of romantic entanglement, not to mention she couldn’t risk it turning out like every other relationship she’d ever attempted. She slipped her hand from under Brett’s, grabbing her sandwich to excuse the action.

“I am enjoying myself, Brett,” she said with partially forced enthusiasm. “This is me happy,” she went on before taking a big bite out of her sandwich so she wouldn’t have to say anything else.

Brett eyed her skeptically, “Have you done anything that isn’t work related since the Dave and Buster’s incident?”

Reagan nearly choked and had to snatch up her glass of tea to wash down her mouthful of food before she sprayed Brett with it. That turned into a coughing fit that made her feel like every eye in the cafe was on her, making her flush with embarrassment.

“Sorry if dealing with an emerging separate consciousness in my head has left me feeling uneasy about going out and doing…things,” Reagan said hoarsely once her throat had cleared. “You know I still haven’t figured out what triggers the switch between us, why risk potentially causing more?”

“You know, we could have done things together. I might not have recognized the differences between you and Regina before but I do now,” Brett said as he drew random shapes on the table. “We could have had a proper Dave and Buster’s game night.”

“Brett,” Reagan said as she detected a hint of a pout in Brett’s tone. “I appreciate the sentiment but you’ve been doing enough for me as it is. I’m sure you have your own life to live and are tired of…spending so much time with a burden like me.”

Something flashed across Brett’s face that Reagan didn’t quite catch and his hand tightened into a fist for a moment.

“Reagan, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had and helping you is never a burden. How many ‘sessions’ have we had together in supply closets?”

Reagan’s cheeks flushed again as she recalled the couple of times they had masturbated together to videos of Regina’s activities. Those “sessions” as Brett put it, had been amazing and helped Reagan keep a level head as she had worked out the design for the device that allowed her and Regina to talk.

“And I can never thank you enough for agreeing to do those with me, Brett. I put you in an awkward position after Regina left us both reeling, but I think I’m on much better footing now,” Reagan said.

Brett’s brow tented, “Reagan, are you saying you don’t want to have those sessions anymore?”

“I mean, they were to help deal with the stress and confusion that Regina caused. No stress, no sessions. Why do you sound so upset, Brett?”

Brett reached across the table and took Reagan’s hand in his own and she had to resist the urge to pull away.

“What if…what if I wanted more?” Brett asked softly as he seemed to search the table for something before looking Reagan in the eyes. “And I don’t mean sessions in a supply closet. Reagan, what if I wanted more between us tha-”

“Stop.” Reagan snapped as she pulled back, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest. “Just–I can’t–it would never–I’mstillgettingoverRon,” she finally managed to get out in a rush after she stopped and stammered in a panic.

Brett’s features tightened as he frowned, “Reagan, I know you cared about Ron a lot, I liked him too, but it’s been nearly a year. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself for choosing the world over him.”

“And that makes you what? The consolation prize?” Reagan snapped, regretting the words the moment they left her lips. Brett flinched and she felt that like a knife in her own heart.

Brett sniffed and wiped away a tear, “I know relationships aren’t easy for you so let’s try this, let’s kiss again. If we kiss and you don’t feel anything then I’ll never bring it up again and we’ll go back to just being best friends. But if you do, then let’s try to be best friends and more.”

Reagan felt the back of her lab clout cling to her as sweat drenched her body. Every instinct was telling her to run; run or grab her emergency memory eraser grenade and gas the entire cafe.

“Brett…I-you can’t ask me to choose you knowing what I went through with Ron. If I chose the world over him, why should I choose you over the world, huh?” Reagan demanded as hot tears streamed down her face.

Brett’s face fell and his shoulders slumped. He folded his arms and leaned them on the table as he hung his head.

“She was right, you really don’t know what you want,” he whispered softly but still loudly enough that Reagan could hear.

“She?” Reagan asked before realization hit her and she bolted to her feet. “YOU’VE BEEN TALKING TO REGINA!?!”

Reagan didn’t care how much of a scene she was making as she turned and stormed out of the cafe. Flashes of all the people, all the couples she suddenly realized, jumped out at her as she left and it became glaringly obvious why Regina had chosen to mention this cafe to her. It didn’t even occur to her until she was nearly back to her apartment that she had left countless sensitive documents lying on the table with Brett but she laid the blame for that at Regina’s feet as well as she stormed up the steps to her home.

She bristled as she put on the headband in her bedroom and waited for the device to sync up. The moment her reflection showed the slightest deviation from herself she began screaming.

“STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!” she roared.

She expected Regina to flinch at the sudden assault but her alter ego unleashed with an even more volatile response.

“YOU STUPID, EMOTIONALLY STUNTED BITCH!!” Regina shouted right back, the speakers nearly blowing out from her intensity. “How could you do that to Brett! And trying to use Ron of all people as an excuse? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Say that again and I’ll fucking lobotomize myself, you cum guzzling skank! You’re full of shit claiming to know me so well! I loved Ron!” Reagan snarled.

“I know you did! But here’s something you need to hear! People who love you don’t try to make you who you aren’t!”

“What the fuck kind of chicken-shit-soup-for-the-soul is that? And how does that even apply to Ron?!” Reagan demanded.

“Oh I don’t know,” Regina snapped before doing a mocking imitation of Ron, “Hey Reagan how about you abandon everything you've built and erase who and what you are because I’m a chicken-shit coward that feels bad about my own actions and would rather run away from my problems instead of trying to fix them?!”

“That…” Reagan breathed raggedly as she tried to argue further but Regina bowled right over her.

“That is exactly who he was! Meanwhile Brett can barely tread water in our line of work and he keeps coming back day after day! He puts in the work because he believes in you, Reagan! He’s seen you at your worst and found you across realities for fuck’s sake!”

Regina’s face softened as she stepped closer, “He doesn’t want to change you for himself, Reagan. He may not get everything you say or be your intellectual equal but he LOVES you for who you are. And if you can’t see that then you really don’t deserve him OR to be happy!”

Reagan staggered back as her vision swam and for a moment it felt like she was staring out of the mirror at herself. Was Regina trying to take control? Had she become so mentally unstable that the barrier between them was virtually non-existent? The sound of someone pounding on her door brought everything back into focus and Reagan yanked the headband off just in case it was the cause of her dizzy spell.

She made her way to the door on unsteady feet and yanked it open to tell whoever it was to fuck off. Hands cupped her face and Reagan found herself pulled into a kiss, and not just any kiss, one that made her rise up onto the balls of her feet as her head swam with dizzying euphoria. The sun cast her kisser’s face into shadow but Reagan knew in her bones who those lips belonged to.

“Brett…” she breathed weakly as their lips parted.

“Sorry for kissing you without your permissi-!” Brett started to say before Reagan grabbed his suit lapels and yanked him down into another kiss. Brett’s hands found their way to Reagan’s hips and he pulled her to him as they seemed to drink each other in. He could have stayed like that for hours but he felt wetness running down his cheeks and pulled back to find tears streaming down Reagan’s face.

“Reagan?” His voice was thick with concern and Reagan nearly broke down completely but chose instead to bury her face in the crook of his neck.

“Can we go inside?”

“What was that?” Brett asked as she mumbled something into his neck, prompting her to take a steadying breath which coincidentally filled her nose with the scent of his minty aftershave.

“Let’s go inside,” she managed to get out weakly, stepping back and pulling him inside by his lapels.

Brett smirked as he let himself be led and shut the door behind him. He continued to let Reagan lead him through the apartment and tilted his head as they stopped in front of the couch. Reagan spun, catching him off guard and shoved him down onto the couch and before he knew it she had mounted his lap.

“Reagan!” Brett gasped as she looked down at him with lidded eyes.

“Brett,” she said as she slipped off her lab coat, leaving her in her black turtleneck that Brett suddenly noticed was more form fitting than he had previously realized. “I’m sorry for blowing up earlier.”

“Oh, well, it was sort of understandable, you’re dealing with a lot,” Brett nervously euphemized, still trying to figure out their shifting dynamic.

“And you’re always there, helping me shoulder all of it,” Reagan said as she shifted about, grinding against his crotch.

“You know me, it’s like I was always meant to be a right Hand,” Brett continued to deflect with a chuckle that trailed off as Reagan leaned in close, her lips puckering.

“Brett, if you don’t fuck me right now, I might literally lose my mind,” Reagan breathed, their lips just shy of touching.

Brett swallowed audibly, “Wouldn’t you like to take this to your bedroom?”

Reagan’s eyes flicked in the direction of her room as a shadow of unreadable emotion passed across her face.

“I’m not waiting another second,” Reagan said impatiently as she shifted them both so Brett fell onto his back. She didn’t merely lay atop him, she pressed herself into him as their lips met again.

Brett gave himself a mental shake. He hadn’t come all the way here to stall in the goal box?…area?...sector? He hadn’t come all the way to back down!

A gasp escaped between their lips as Brett’s hand cupped Reagan’s ass firmly while the other worked its way into her hair starting at the back of her neck. Reagan moaned into Brett as he pressed her against his noticeably throbbing erection straining against his pants. As his fingers wound into her hair and dislodged her hair tie, Reagan was sure her pounding heart was audible.

“Reagan,” Brett whispered, “I just want things to be clear-”

“Brett!” Reagan said, cutting him off sharply as she pulled back to gaze into his eyes with a burning intensity. “I’m not your boss right now. I’m not your coworker, or office acquaintance. We’re just two people who are going to fuck like our lives depend on it. I appreciate the chivalrous consideration but I need you to stop asking such risk averse questions and do what you want to do whenever I’ve caught you staring at my ass, ok?!?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Brett said resolutely and rolled them on the couch.

Reagan yelped and blushed as she found herself pinned beneath him. Brett’s hands found the bottom of her turtleneck and began pushing it up and Reagan shivered as his pinkies trailed along her ribs. She lifted her arms so he could shuck the heavy garment and for a moment her blushed intensified as she lay there in her plain white bra.

It was ridiculous given the number of times they’d seen each other partially nude while masturbating together but this moment had such a different intensity to it that it felt like it was almost her first time all over again. She tried to tell herself that it was just the lighting that made this feel so charged compared to the dingey atmosphere of a dark closet.

During her introspection, Brett had taken off his coat and shirt and was undoing his pants as she came back into the moment. The sight of his fully turgid cock springing out and bobbing in the air as he pushed his boxers down made Reagan’s breath catch.

‘Oh god! It's just as big as it was in the fantasy! I don't know whether to be scared or aroused! Oh fuck, I think I'm both!’

Brett’s hands went to her pants and Reagan could only watch as he undid them and lifted her legs to slide them and her panties off. Her legs began to drop but Brett caught them and let them rest on his shoulders. An electric thrill shot through Reagan as she realized Brett was going to claim her like this on a couch of all things and she swore she could hear a voice in the back of her mind cheering in approval.

There were no more words as Brett guided his cock to her flushed folds and pushed forward. Despite how flushed and warm Reagan felt, feeling Brett’s cock pierce her pussy made her feel like a block of ice meeting a red hot knife.

“Aaaaahhnnnn,” Reagan moaned as Brett let his cock sink in gradually. It wasn’t agonizingly slow nor was it an inconsiderate hammering. Reagan bit her lip to keep back more wanton cries as he filled her wonderfully full only to find Brett’s hand on her face as he tugged at her lip with his thumb.

“I want to hear you. Never hold back anything from me, ok Reagan?” Brett said with surprising seriousness as his hips came to rest against hers.

Reagan fought back tears for a moment before feeling emboldened by his earnestness. She smirked before catching his thumb between her teeth in a playful bite while giving him a slight nod.

Brett slid his hand to the back of her head as he leaned down and kissed her intensely, his tongue dominating her mouth. At the same time, he drew his hips back and then drove them forward.

Reagan’s head snapped back as their hips collided and then it was all she could do to not devolve into gibbering cries of ecstasy. No scientific way to describe it came to her frazzled mind, his cock was literally stuffing her entire pussy and both of their groins were kissing. She swore she could feel his cock head near her cervix. It was quite literally the biggest cock she had ever taken.

“Oh ffff-fuck! Oh god, Brett! This-this is-!”

“Amazing! You feel so amazing, Reagan!” Brett moaned as she sputtered and struggled to form a coherent thought.

The couch creaked and groaned beneath them as they filled her apartment with cries of pleasure. Reagan wasn’t sure when but at some point Brett managed to tug her bra down, freeing her breasts and even ducked his head down to kiss and nip at her stiff, almond brown nipples. Her back arched and Brett trailed kisses from her chest to her neck, adding the occasional playful nibble as well.

“Brrreeett!” Reagan moaned as each touch from him felt better than the last. She had never experienced anything like this with anyone before and a small part of her mind couldn’t help wondering if it was because of the schism that had created Regina. It was both worrying and wonderful and she clung to Brett all the harder, her nails raking along his back.

“Aaah!” Brett yelped but didn’t stop or slow. This wasn’t the first time he’d been with a woman who’d drawn blood in the heat of the moment and compared to some of Reagan’s other instances of violences, it was least driven by passion rather than trauma. His lips found hers again and they kissed hungrily as their bodies trembled with ecstasy.

“Bret-t-t! I-ah-m cumming! I’m cummmiiiinnng!” Reagan cried out as she reached her limit. Considering how mentally frayed she’d been when Brett had stepped through her door, it was a miracle she’d lasted as long as she did.

Brett let out a long, low groan as Reagan’s canal suddenly clamped down on his dick like a vice. He would never have suspected her of having this kind of floor muscle strength and it felt incredible, like his whole cock was being milked all at once. Rather than try to keep pumping, he held himself against Reagan and rolled his hips, forcing his iron rod of a dick to grind against all her sensitive places.

Reagan’s wails of pleasure rose several octaves and she gripped Brett even harder as she rode the most powerful orgasm of her life. Brett drank in her wantonness, finding his own high in making Reagan feel such pleasure until his face screwed up tightly as he began to cum. Reagan’s body went rigid as pure heat exploded in her core. It was like a whole new orgasm, but rather than washing over her all at once, it built in her stomach and seeped outward with each new blast of cum from Brett.

By the time Brett finished cumming, Reagan was barely conscious. Her brain was so unused to such a rush of endorphins that it had nearly shut down from the rush of pleasure. Brett hovered over her, panting from exertion but looking absolutely radiant as the midafternoon sun shone on him. Her hands haltingly rose up to loop around his neck and she pulled him down into a kiss that he was only too happy to return. They lay like that until Brett’s cock grew flaccid enough to slip free of her pussy, prompting a whimper of disappointment from Reagan.

“That…that was incredible,” Brett sighed contentedly.

“Don't you mean amazing?” Reagan said with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows. “Which, by the way, since when do you ever say anything is amazing?”

Brett thought for a moment, “Would you have preferred I say your pussy was off the chain?”

Reagan couldn’t help blanching at that but then she gave it some consideration, “If it were anyone else, absolutely not, but…maybe if you give it a shot now and then, I could come to like it, similar to how I’ve come to like you.”

The last part was said coyly as Reagan ducked her head and blushed as if they hadn’t just finished making intense, passionate love.

“Miss Ridley, how bold of you,” Brett teased as he shifted to lay beside her on the couch. “But seriously, Reagan, I’m sure you’re trying to predict a million little issues that could come from this and I know this might make work a little more complicated, but I believe we can do this after everything else we’ve dealt with.”

Reagan sighed as she couldn’t muster the strength to deny that she’d been doing exactly that. She opened her mouth to return the sentiment when something else Brett said made her sit bolt upright.

“Holy fuck! We need to get back to work! We’ve been on a three hour lunch!” she exclaimed before rolling off the couch and scrambling for her clothes.

“Shit, I need a shower. We need a shower! If we show up smelling like sex…god, the office gossip will reduce that place to a Sex and the City hen house!”

“You watch S.a.t.C.?!” Brett audibly gasped. “Am I the Mr. Big to your Carrie?!?” Brett asked as he sat up excitedly.

“I don’t but Regina does! Which means now do I too, I guess! God, that's another can of worms. I swear I can feel her gloating and gyrating in the back of my brain over this!” Reagan said as she hurried to the bathroom.

Brett followed after her, far less concerned as he leaned on the doorframe.

“Y’know you arrrreeeee the CEO now, JR took an ‘executive lunch’ now and then when he wanted to duck out of the office for the day. You sure you wanna risk going in all frazzled and engage in suspiciously specific denial all day with Gigi?”

“Brett, I swore when I got control of the company that I wouldn’t engage in that good ol’ boy crap that JR and my dad pulled,” Reagan said as she jumped into the shower and turned it on full blast. She began to hurriedly wash herself until Brett stepped into the shower with her.

“Brett?!” she exclaimed only to have him silence her with a kiss.

“You said we need a shower, Reagan. I’m just doing what you said,” Brett said as he ran his hands up and down her body.

Reagan tried to protest, to insist that they at least attempt to get back to the office but as Brett’s lips trailed from her lips to her neck, her commitment to professionalism crumbled little by little until she was gasping and wrapping a leg around his hip. The shower got steamier than Reagan could have imagined as they thoroughly entangled themselves in each other. Stresses of the outside world melted away even as other parts of their bodies got noticeably harder.

Maybe it was the standing environment, maybe it was the fact that he was no longer concerned with performance jitters, but Brett seemed far more enthusiastic and consistent about his thrusting into Reagan as he pressed her against the shower wall. Being forced together by the wet tight space should have triggered a freakout in Reagan but as Brett's hard cock drove its way into Reagan's tight, wet space, hitting bullseye every time, she wanted nothing more than to draw him tighter against her. Their raucous orgasmic moans were nearly melodic thanks to the shower’s acoustics as Reagan experienced the closest thing she’d ever felt to a religious experience before any evidence of a second Hand Job style creampie was washed away by the shower.

Reagan would have said that being with Brett like this made her feel like a teenager but her teenage years had been lonely, frustrating, work-filled slogs that were hardly distinguishable from the last several years of her life. As they moved from copulation to cleaning, the atmosphere remained incredibly charged as Reagan nearly went boneless from having Brett work his fingers into her scalp while working up a lather. It took literally every ounce of willpower she had not to ruin the moment by breaking down crying and hugging him from such an intense yet simple display of intimacy that felt entirely alien to her. But there was always next time.

In the end, Reagan called the office to let them know she’d be taking the rest of the day, though she promised herself that she and Brett would finish going over their notes from lunch.

Eventually they found themselves back in her living room, her in a robe and Brett in his pants and undershirt. Brett tried not to twiddle his thumbs as he kept glancing towards her bedroom and finally Reagan sighed.

“Ok, Brett, what’s on your mind?” she asked.

“Welllllll, I was just curious about what Regina might have to say about us, making things kind of, sort of, official,” Brett said sheepishly, well aware of how sensitive a topic Reagan’s alter ego might be. “You did say you thought you could almost feel her at times.”

Reagan nibbled on her lip to keep from frowning, mostly because Brett did have a point. She just didn’t want to have to admit to him that she’d rather have that conversation with Regina in private.

“You know this can’t lead to a threesome, right?” Reagan asked.

“Bwah?” Brett said with such incredulity that Reagan actually chuckled.

“Fine, let’s go have a chat with Miss Hyde,” Reagan said as she stood and made her way to the bedroom, Brett excitedly in tow.

Reagan sat in her office chair with the headband on as Brett stood behind her. Regina’s image came to life in the mirror with a smile splitting her face.

“About fucking time you two! Congratulations!” she said cheerily as she twirled the robe’s belt playfully while eyeing Brett.

“Uh, thanks, Regina,” Reagan said awkwardly before taking a steadying breath. “Listen before we go any further, I just want to...apologize for earlier. I was…out of line with the things I said.”

“You weren’t the only one, Reagan. I let my temper get the better of me and I shouldn’t have called you emotionally stunted or a bitch. I pushed you into a situation without any heads up and I am sorry for that. I was just afraid that if you knew what I was up to, you’d try to stop it,” Regina said sincerely, her expression somber for once.

“Oh wow, she's even got makeup on in her mind version. That's impressive!” Brett said suddenly, drawing both of their attention to him.

Regina smirked, “You're the real impressive one here, Brett. You’re three for three on cracking this one's hard shell and getting your fingers all over that soft, creamy center.”

Before either Brett or Reagan could try to figure out that math, Regina went on, “So what’s next for the happy couple?”

“We’ve still got some figuring out to do. This is all happening very fast,” Reagan said. “But what about you? Mission accomplished, right? My life isn’t a complete tire fire anymore so are you going to fade away into my subconscious or something?”

“Reagan, I’m not a fucking fairy godmother,” Regina said, trying not to sound offended. “I’m not going anywhere thanks to your science and the favor lover boy did for us. I’m a fully realized person and I’m here to stay.” Regina said with a proud beaming smile on her face.

“Besides, who knows what else your big sister might be able to help you with.”

“Hey, in what fucking world are you the older sister?!” Reagan demanded.

“I didn’t say older, I said bigger,” Regina said as she folded her arms under her breasts, threatening to spill them from her bathrobe.

“Ladies, let’s keep things civil,” Brett interjected before Reagan could leap to her feet. “We were having a lovely conversation, well you two were. I’m still trying to figure out if Regina is the equivalent of Puppet Brett,” he added as he ducked from Regina’s hand trying to stroke his reflection’s face.

“Oh, I’d eat Puppet Brett for breakfast,” Regina said with a sly chuckle.

“I’d pay good money to see that,” Reagan grumbled.

“Anyway, what do we do next if Reagan and Regina have to keep up the timeshare situation?” Brett asked.

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it is what I say,” Regina said as she sat back in her seat.

“Nope, this has been fun but this is not going to be my life from now on,” Reagan said. “We are going to get to the bottom of how this all started and go from there.”

“Well if you’re dead set on doing that, then you know what that means, right? After all, when it all comes down to it, who’s the real root of all our problems?” Regina asked as she sat forward, the smile slipping from her face as she set her jaw firmly.

Brett looked between the two of them in anxious confusion as an uneasy silence filled the room.

“Fucking Jellybean,” Reagan groaned.

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