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“It’s only been thirty-five minutes,” I calmly reply.
“That’s five minutes beyond the allotted time.” Rebecca pushes her glasses up her nose as she stares at both of us. Some days I swear she times us going to the restroom. With her librarian clothes and her tight hair always pulled back into a perfect bun, it's no wonder James secretly has a thing for her.
Who wouldn’t want to break down those walls to see exactly how kinky she really is underneath her hard exterior?
Rebecca is head assistant to Nicholas “Nick” Giordano, the owner of this grand building. No one really knows what the guy looks like or has ever gotten a glimpse of him, but his name is whispered among the workers that have been here the longest. James and I have been employed in this place for at least five years and I still haven’t seen the guy’s face. It’s a bit weird and a bit shady in my opinion, but who am I to question the guy who pays my bills?
“Well, don’t just stand there!” she huffs. “Clock in, please!”
“Yes ma’am,” James immediately replies as if she physically took a whip to him, making me lift my eyebrow in curiosity.
“Yes’m,” I join in a few minutes later.
She continues to glare at us, but one can easily tell how she preens when she gets her way.I see you, Rebecca. I see you.After getting her way, she turns on her heels and heads back to wherever she crawled from. James’ eyes are glued to her tight ass beneath the pencil skirt.
“One day, I’mma hit that so I can take that stick out of her ass for the betterment of the company,” he mumbles.
Stifling a laugh, I hold myself back from slapping him upside the head as we both head back to our respective cubicles. I log into the Kronos system on the computer to clock back in.Five minutes over and her panties are in a twist.All I have to do is stay five minutes longer and everything’s fixed. Geez.
I can hear James’ keyboard clicking loudly as he gets back into the groove of taking customer orders where he left off before lunch. We share a cubicle wall that goes up to the height of our eyes when we’re seated in our respective chairs.
“You sure you want to taint your dick with that?” I ask him. “Might end up with the stick upyourbutt.”
James chuckles over the clicking of his keyboard. “Dude, that is not how it works.”
A feminine voice clears near us. We both snap our heads to find Rebecca staring daggers in our direction from eight feet away. Quickly putting our heads down, we pretend to be busy with work until we hear the click of her heels walk away.
How does she move so fast? Wasn’t she just in the other room a few minutes ago?
“You think the boss is hitting that?” James whispers. “Is that why she acts so high and mighty?” James’ logic sometimes baffles me.
We both scoot our office chairs back until our heads peek out beyond the end of the dividing wall. “There ain’t nothing hitting that with a ten-foot pole and that’s exactly why she’s the way she is,” I answer him.
“Ooh. Harsh, bruh,” he says as he leans back in his chair and clasps his hands behind his head in contemplation.
“I just tell it like it is. Look, keep your dick away from that hole. There is nothing good that will come from touching that. Trust me.”
“Shit, you’re probably right—”
“Gentlemen!” Rebecca cuts him off and he almost falls off his chair from startlement. “I do not hear any of your keyboards clicking. You’re not getting paid to sit there with your heads up your ass. Get back to work!”
Giving James a pointed look, I shut my mouth and do as the queen bee tells us. A few moments in and I’m lost in calculating numbers and making sure the measurements of our product are correct before we send it to the design and mold team to fulfill our next batch of orders.
Manufacturing dildos really has started booming lately, but it seems—my eyes follow Rebecca as she metaphorically bites the head off another coworker—that it can’t help everybody.
Derrick
This can’t be real.This looks like something out of a corny old horror movie.
“Dude, are you getting excited?” James chatters excitedly as he bounces on his feet. “I’m stoked you’re here with me.”
I’m not sure if excited is a word I’d use to describe what I’m feeling. I’m getting skeeved out over these guys in black robes and weird tentacle masks. For all I know, this might be a bad porno flick about to be taped. The only thing I can see are their eyes, and they all look glazed over. Is everyone here high on something? What am I missing?
I must be high by proxy because I can’t believe I agreed to be in a robe too. The only difference is, we’re not given masks. I’m still wondering about that. Maybe it signifies some sort of ranking system I’m unaware of.
“Alright, so what they usually do is hold this vigil, right?” James starts.
Right…
