Gerard's POV. "How the fuck did you know we were here?" Frank asked.

"How the fuck did you know we were here?" Frank asked.

"Shut up! You're still invisible. Just get into your office and make yourselves visible," Erica hissed.

I hovered Frank and I into his office before revealing ourselves.

"I knew you were there because I know you both well. I don't have any super sniffing powers or x-ray vision or anything. I just knew that you'd pull a stunt like that. And just to clear something up. I'm not pregnant. It's my cover so that I don't have to work with Bob. I had to sit there and explain to Mikey last night after he'd overheard me tell Bob and had to swear like, 50 times that he was not gonna be a father. So please don't make me do that to you too," she said.

"And what happens as the months pass, huh? I get it that you can morph your belly and shit, but what if Bob makes a surprise visit to the tattoo shop again?" Frank asked.

"Then I'll tell him I lost the baby or something. But hopefully he'll be dead before I start to have to pretend to show," Erica said, shocking both Frank and myself.

"You want him to die?" I asked her.

"I think it's the only way he's gonna stop this shit. So yeah, he's gonna have to die," she said, tears building up in her eyes. Frank moved forward and gave her a hug.

"It's for the best," Frank told her.

"I know. It's just so fucked. Why does he have to be a villain?" she cried.

"Life's a bitch. But you're doing brilliantly so far," Frank encouraged.

"I'll clean up for her and set her up for her next client," I offered to Frank who nodded and made a kissy face at me.

Once I'd cleaned up and set up for her, I went back to see how she was doing. Frank had cheered her up considerably and had her all geared up for her next client who came walking through the door.She got to work and Frank went back to teaching me about being a manager. He dragged me into his office to tell me what he did next.

"You know, it's at this time each day that I lock my office door and jack off," he said to me, making me raise my eyebrows.

"So," he said, stretching his arm and locking the office door. "You can either stay and watch or leave," Frank told me, flashing me his trademark smirk.

"I'm guessing you want me to stay. I know for a fact that you're just as much of an exhibitionist as I am," I said to him.

"I'm gonna release either way," Frank said, shrugging.

"Ok," I said, walking over to the couch in his office. "Do your thing," I said to him. He unbuttoned his pants and plunged his hand right in.

"You know, usually, I get up on my desk and spread my legs wide," Frank spoke to me.

"Well, do it," I directed him, just sitting there and watching. Frank then took his pants and boxers off and got up on his desk, spreading his legs. He then began to touch and tease himself, doing anything to get himself up. At the same time, I began to feel a small, but noticeable throb in my lower regions. I ignored it. I wanted to watch this.

"Mmmm" Frank moaned looking at me with lust in his eyes as he began to pump himself. His hand was going at super-speed and I was surprised that he hadn't sprained his wrist. It was arousing me so much. I had to palm myself through my pants to try and stop the aching and need for contact.

Frank was becoming flushed in the face. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his lips were pursed tightly together as though he was trying not to make a sound so that no one outside would know what he was currently doing on his desk. I couldn't handle it any longer. I had to do something. I plunged my hand into my own pants. Both of us were now whacking off, getting off on seeing one another going at it.

"Fucking take your pants off," Frank breathed to me. "I wanna see what you're doing to yourself," he told me. I immediately pulled my pants down, revealing myself to him. We both continued to jerk ourselves, trying to reach that point where pleasure was plentiful.

"God, you're getting me so flustered" Frank groaned, still going at it. "Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh Gee!" he moaned as he released all over his hand. His orgasm set off mine and I found myself releasing and moaning his name.

"You know, there's still almost two weeks till I go away," Frank reminded me. "And I have to train you every day, so how about we make this a regular occurrence each day?" he suggested. I smirked at him as we both pulled up our pants and cleaned our hands with a tissue.

"Sounds like a great idea," I replied, his lips curling into a grin as I accepted his idea.