the SDN parking lot and other places to commit HR violations

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: None
Fandom: Dispatch
Relationship: Blonde Blazer/Invisigal/Robert Robertson
Characters: Robert Robertson | Mecha Man, Invisigal, Blonde Blazer | Mandy
Additional Tags: Threesome - F/F/M, Smut, Getting Together, Relationship Negotiation, Femdom, Dirty Talk, Canon-Typical HR Violations (Dispatch)
Published: 2025-11-19
Words: 2,382
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Courtney couldn't figure out what had gotten into Robert. He'd kissed her in front of the whole damn team. After that she'd expected another date, or at least more stolen kisses at work, letting her pull him into a storage closet and shove him up against the wall-

But no. Instead, he'd been acting like some kind of frightened animal around her. He was civil, because of course he was, he was fucking Robert, but if Courtney didn't know any better she'd think he was avoiding being alone with her for even half a second. He was never the last one out of the room after a meeting, never lingered in the foyer or parking lot, never stayed late if there weren't other people in the office. Okay, maybe he was avoiding being alone with her. Courtney was going to fix that. And really, she'd be wasting her powers if she wasn't using them to sneak into the men's room.

Robert was still at the urinal, so Courtney plopped herself down on the counter and let her invisibility drop. She was rewarded by Robert jumping half a foot in the air when he turned around.

He went to put his face in his hands, then seemed to remember what he'd just been doing and stopped. "What the fuck, Courtney?"

"Oh, you're still using my name?" Courtney swung her legs. "Because it sure seems like we'd gone back to being coworkers."

Robert groaned and moved to one of the sinks to wash his hands. "You know how I feel about you."

"Do I? One day we're tangling tongues in the parking lot and the next you act like it never happened. If it was just some kind of adrenaline come-down, you can say it. I'll only cry myself to sleep for a few days." She couldn't seem to meet his eyes, so she stared at his reflection in the mirror, the side of his stupid handsome face. "But I'd rather know. I can't keep hoping."

"Courtney," he said, in a way that made her heart hurt. She forced herself to look at him. "I care about you. A lot. Which is why I'm so worried about hurting you."

"Hurting me?" she demanded. "I'm way ahead of you on that one. Honestly, you have a lot of catching up to do."

Robert gritted his teeth. "Can you be serious for one second? Look. I really like you. You know that. But I also-" He stopped, looking pained. "Fuck. I have feelings for you. But I think I also have feelings for- for Mandy. And I've seen the way you look at her, too. God, this whole thing is a fucked up mess. I don't even know what I want."

Courtney stared at him. It was true enough that she'd ogled Blonde Blazer once or twice. The woman was hot. Courtney tried to say something, choked a little bit, and had to start again. Her face felt warm. "If you want to be with her instead of me, just say it, and I'll leave you alone."

"That's not-" This time Robert did rub his face, which made him look like Waterboy because his hands were still wet. "I've been avoiding you because I have feelings for Mandy, and I haven't said anything to her because I have feelings for you. Okay? I don't know what to do."

The image of all three of them, Courtney and Robert and Mandy, going on a date slid into Courtney's mind. She tried to push it away, but it was too late. It was unsurprisingly followed by the image of all three of them fucking. Courtney couldn't take it. She held her breath and watched her corporeal form vanish.

"Fucking-" Robert started. "Courtney-"

It wasn't like he couldn't tell where she was when she pulled the door open and slipped out of the bathroom, but at least he couldn't see her face while she did it. He would think he'd chased her off. Fine. Let him stew for a bit; he'd been doing it enough to her. She had to catch Blonde Blazer before the damn woman left.

Mandy wasn't trying to avoid Courtney, so it was easy enough to corner her in the parking lot by her car.

"Hey," Mandy said, as Courtney approached. "Did you need something?"

"Do you have feelings for Robert?"

Mandy froze halfway to unlocking her car door. "Um. What?"

"Because he has feelings for you. Did you know that? I didn't, obviously, when I kissed him the other day."

Red crept into Mandy's cheeks. "I have no idea what you're talking about. He clearly likes you. You clearly like him." She unlocked her car. "That's that."

Courtney slid between her and the car door. They were close enough that Courtney could feel the other woman's body heat in the moment before she stepped back. "Would you say yes if he asked you out?"

Mandy's confused expression was finally giving way to annoyance. "What do you want, Invisigal? Are you just trying to make me feel like shit?"

"No," Courtney snapped. "I'm trying to make Robert not feel like shit. How would you feel about making him not feel like shit together?"

Mandy looked taken aback. "I…"

"Here's what I'm thinking. I invite Robert over, but when he gets to my place, you're already there. Then we fuck his brains out. Whaddaya think?"

Mandy was beet red now.

"I'd totally fuck your brains out, too," Courtney added, eyeing her up and down. "But only if you're into that."

"This is… really not appropriate," Mandy managed.

Courtney lounged back against the car. "That kind of makes it more fun, doesn't it?"

Mandy was silent for long that Courtney started to think she was broken, but eventually she said, "I, uh, would. By the way. Let you, uh-"

A thrill raced up Courtney's spine. "Fuck your brains out?" She leaned forward and traced a finger down the centre of Mandy's chest. "Glad to hear it."

Then she held her breath and disappeared. Man, she felt bad for people who had to get out of awkward conversations the regular way.

Robert stopped dead in the doorway at what Courtney knew was the sight of Mandy standing behind her in the apartment. His gaze snapped back and forth between them. "Oh. I thought…"

Courtney grabbed his arm, dragged him inside, and shut the door. He was carrying a six pack of beers. Courtney pried them from his fingers and set them on the counter, then turned to face both of them.

"Hey," Robert said, to Mandy, clearly still trying to wrap his head around what he probably thought was a horrible misunderstanding of why he had been invited over. It was almost kind of cute to watch him struggle, but Courtney didn't want to be too mean.

"It's 2025," Courtney said. "If you want to fuck both of us, and we want to fuck each other, then what's stopping us?"

Robert looked suddenly very sad, and Courtney immediately wanted to take it back. She wanted to make him happy, not sad. She wanted him to never be sad again. God knew he deserved it.

"I don't-" Robert glanced between them again. Mandy, for her part, just looked incredibly awkward. "I don't just want to have sex with you. Well, I do, but it's not just about sex. Not for me. I care about both of you. A lot. But I really, really don't want one of us to get hurt. Which is why maybe it's easier if we all stay friends."

It was Mandy who replied. "If that's what you want, then of course. But I care about you too, Robert, and so does Courtney." She cast Courtney a brief glance. "I want you both to be happy. If somehow I'm standing between you two, please don't let me be what stops you."

"You're not," Robert said, despairingly. "That's why I'm so fucking confused. How am I supposed to choose? How am I supposed to not hurt one of you?"

Courtney approached him, slowly, so he could move away if he wanted. He didn't, only watched her out of the corner of his eye. She put a hand on his shoulder. Then she looked at Mandy. "I don't think he understands what we're trying to say. Maybe we should show him."

With that, she grasped Robert's chin, turned his head towards her, and kissed him. His mouth opened immediately under hers. She pulled back, seeing the flash of disappointment in Robert's eyes, then slid around behind him, pressing her lips to the side of his neck. He shivered.

Mandy watched, wide-eyed, as Courtney put her hands around Robert, sliding her right up his chest and the other down to the hem of his pants. She felt his breath hitch as her fingers dipped below the waistband. Her hand closed around his cock, already beginning to harden, and stroked it, slowly. A whine escaped Robert's throat. Well. Rude to keep it all to herself.

Courtney's right hand worked deftly at the buttons of his SDN shirt, popping them open to reveal his chest, while her other removed Robert's cock from his trousers. Robert's head fell back, and Courtney scraped her teeth against his ear, earning a breathy noise.

"Are you just going to stand there and enjoy the show?" Courtney asked, to Mandy. "I wouldn't blame you."

She could see the quick rise and fall of Mandy's chest, the dilated blackness of her pupils. Courtney was a little jealous of the view she was getting, Robert spread open before her, Courtney's hand working his cock.

Mandy shifted her head in something between a nod and a shake and approached slowly, almost hesitantly. Her voice was low and rough. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please," Robert gasped.

Mandy cupped his face between her hands and kissed him. Robert arched into her, pinning Courtney's hands between them, until Mandy finally pulled away. Robert whimpered.

Courtney removed her hand from his cock, moving it up to join her other in exploring the planes of his stomach, skimming over the coarse hair on his chest. Her finger brushed a nipple and Robert gasped, so she did it again. "So sensitive." She peered at Mandy over Robert's shoulder. "Tell me what you've been fantasizing about doing to him, Blonde Blazer."

Mandy flushed. "I don't-"

"Come on," Courtney prodded. "You must've thought about it. He's just begging to be held down and fucked." Her mouth grazed Robert's ear again. "Would you like that? One of us fucking you?"

"You're evil," Robert groaned.

Courtney shrugged, even though he couldn't see it. "Villains have more fun," she teased. He snorted. "Come on. Let's move this to an actual bed."

When they entered Courtney's room, she couldn't help but remember the dream she'd had, Robert's head between her thighs. Her cunt throbbed. She shoved Robert backward until he fell back onto the bed, his leaking cock bobbing against his stomach.

Courtney turned to Mandy and began stripping. Mandy's gaze roved hungrily over every new inch of exposed flesh, and when Courtney was fully naked, she got to work on Mandy's clothes.

Mandy, to Courtney's surprise, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her. Courtney allowed Mandy to take the lead, dizzy with the fact that Blonde Blazer was kissing her. Trying to regain some control, she traced a hand down Mandy's stomach and slid it beneath her clothes, finding the slick heat of her cunt. Mandy inhaled sharply.

Courtney almost forgot about Robert as she circled Mandy's clit with two fingers, revelling in the way Mandy gasped and ground down on her hand, her mouth growing sloppy and desperate against Courtney's.

"Tell me," Courtney said again, pulling back. "You're Blonde fucking Blazer. You could have whatever you wanted. Isn't that right, Robert?"

He was still laying sprawled on the bed, his cock hard and leaking, his eyes half lidded. "Yes," he said thickly.

Mandy chewed her lip. "I want to ride his cock," she finally admitted. "That's what I've fantasized about. Straddling him right there in his chair at his desk and fucking myself on him."

"I don't think HR would like that very much," Robert said, but the huskiness of his voice undermined the threat.

Courtney finished shoving Mandy's pants down and stepped back. Despite her comment in the parking lot, Courtney allowed herself a moment to imagine letting Blonde Blazer be the one doing the fucking-out of her brains. Maybe next time. God, she hoped there would be a next time. For now, she nodded to Robert, who looked like he was about to combust. "Poor thing. I think we should put him out of his misery." She moved to her nightstand and fished around in the drawer for a condom, tossing it to Mandy.

"You're going to fucking kill me alright," Robert muttered, as Mandy approached the bed and clambered onto his lap. She rolled the condom on, kissed him, then sank down on his cock. Now that was a view.

Courtney slid onto the bed next to Robert and pressed her lips to his chest, feeling him squirm beneath her as Mandy ground down on him. She swiped her tongue over a nipple. He arched up against her with a bit-off whine.

"I want you to make me come, Robert," she said, against his skin. "That's what I dreamed about, you know. Your mouth on my cunt. And your cock's a little busy right now."

"Oh god," Robert moaned, his eyes screwed shut. Courtney had imagined how he might look, the great Mecha Man reduced to desperate and whimpering beneath her, a hundred times. The real thing was so much better.

She fisted her hand in his hair and swung her leg to the other side of his head. His mouth met her cunt, and she quickly had to grab the headboard for support. Of course he was good at this. Stupid perfect Robert Robertson. She hated him, and especially hated how good his tongue felt against her clit. She hated him, and was horrendously in love with him, and she knew she was barrelling towards something irrevocable with the both of them, but right at this moment she couldn't bring herself to care.