Jim and Pam surrender to silence after "The Job." A virtual smut-angst festival!

This is smut. Serious, hard-core, unapologetic, squirm in your seat, not-safe-for-work, wild and unhinihibited smut, punctuated by merciless and heart-wrenching angst. In a couple of chapters, there will be smutty angst, and in others, angsty smut. There's even a couple of chapters with no smut at all and some fluff-happy-funny mixed in! But it all ends with a happy bang! Haw. You were warned.

It’s time for the first annual Dunder Mifflin National Sales Meeting in Las Vegas. What will go down in the city of sin, where alcohol flows, love can be won, lost and won again, and where drive-through weddings are all-too-available?

A series of talking heads in which the staff answers the question: So what do you think now that Jim and Pam have started dating?

A submission to the 55 word challenge.

Here’s the poem Pam writes to Jim for their three-month anniversary. It is handwritten. On stationery she created with paintbrush in hand and Jim in her heart. Before she gives it to him she says “Please don’t laugh, it’s ridiculously corny, but it really is how I feel.” 

By the way, please don’t laugh at me, this is ridiculously corny!