This choice: This is too much find a Co-worker to help with all this • Go Back...Chapter #6This is too much find a Co-worker to help with ... by: Yote   This is too much. You drive home with a tight knot of discontent in your stomach. On the way home, you drive past Victor's Secret, a chain of stores that has sprung up overnight to cater to feminized men. You almost pull the car over, but at the last moment you slam your foot on the gas and speed off home.
You spend the afternoon stressing over the matter, pacing your apartment, chewing your nails to nubs. This is a great opportunity to advance your career, great money, free reign with expenses, but you know you can't do it. Somebody else deserves the story more than you, perhaps Nathan, who already has a interest in the area. Finally you pick up the phone and dial the office, intent on declining. You get through the your boss's secretary. "I'm afraid Mr Nelson is busy right now," she tells you quite bluntly, but at your insistence she finally puts you through.
To your surprise, it isn't Mr Nelson but Nathan's voice that answers. "Uh, hey Kevin...," he says a little breathlessly. "We were just talking about you." He pauses to clear something from the back of his throat. "Looook, um, please don't hate me for this but we're kinda taking you off the fem-fad story."
You heave a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God. That's great news."
Nathan sounds almost as relieved as you feel. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, I was just ringing up to turn it down. You're no idea how relieved this makes me. So who got the story?"
Nathan gives a guilty chuckle. "I did. Actually I kinda just got it. It wasn't easy, and I had to break into the expense account a little prematurely, but I managed to prove to the boss how committed I am to this story."
"You... sound out of breath."
"Passionate debating..." Nathan replies.
With a shudder, you have a vision of Nathan crouched beneath Mr Nelson's desk, his freshly waxed body wrapped in a hot pink lycra dress, his painted lips wrapped about Mr Nelson's hairy old cock. He wouldn't... would he?
He would...
At the end of the horrified silence, you search around for something to say. "Congrats. Genuinely. It's a great career opportunity and... I'm sure you've earned it."
"Thanks," he replies. "And, once again, I'm sorry about going behind your back on this."
"Speaking of going behind your back..." the low, lusty voice of Mr Nelson growls. "Bend over... Mmm, that's nice.... Hands on the table. Let me see that sweet a-"
With a high girlish squeal from Nathan, the line goes dead. Feeling somewhat soiled, you lay the receiver back down, then go to wash out your ears.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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