Dreaming of Jizzy by Y. Falstaff Page B

skipped over one head after the next, they finally came to rest, only for a brief moment, on the sole object of his desires that day.
     
    Wearing a rose-colored blouse with another tight black skirt, Rick saw Candace at that very moment throwing her lovely auburn-colored hair back and then tying it back behind her head. As she threw her hair back, he could see the gentle angle of her neckline and her wonderful soft jawline. Tracing her jaw with his eyes, he then wandered up to her lovely full lips, which she had perfectly colored to match her rosy red blouse. He wanted nothing more than to go over there that very minute, take his fat dick out, and have her lovingly suck away on his pipe right then and there with those lovely lips of hers.
     
    Just the sight of her made the butterflies deep in his pelvis scatter, and he felt the sleeping cyclops in his slacks open its lone eye and stir awake. Filling slightly with blood, Rick thought his penis was asking him, “Is it time for sex now?”
     
    As his prick had a very red-light-green-light type of personality, Rick knew it was asking if it needed to be up for this. Otherwise, the beast was kind of like a male lion and simply wanted to lay back down and slumber until it was needed for the heavy lifting.
     
    Taking his eyes off the twenty-something year old beauty across the office floor, Rick told his new and improved python to slither back into its hole, but there would be a time later in the day where he'd be needed, or so he hoped. See, Rick had been plotting, and all that morning on the way to work, Rick had spent his time on the subway devising, what he thought, would be the perfect plan to get into Candace's panties that very day and even in his office building. While the plan itself made him excited with testosterone giddiness, he knew that his plan would have to wait for now. First, he had to take care of official business, and that meant dealing with Tanner.
     
    Stepping into boss's spacious cubicle a few minutes later, Rick looked into Tanner's lazy, half-comatose eyes and his boss's lips barely formed a smile in welcome. As a young thirty-something year old, Tanner had rose up through the ranks within the company fast after college, first becoming Department Lead, and then taking the Team Manager position when it became available a short time later. A no-nonsense kind of guy, Rick actually got along quite well with Tanner, unlike some of the other employees who were put-off by his less than enthusiastic approach to leading.
     
    “Please have a seat,” Tanner gestured to an open chair and put his coffee down on his desk at the same time.
     
    “Thanks,” Rick nervously began, taking a seat next to his boss' desk. “You know, sorry about this morning, Tanner. I had something happen at home, it held me up, and I ended up missing my train.”
     
    “Don't worry about it. I can't remember the last time you were late,” Tanner dismissively answered, leaning back in his chair in his power-boss pose while folding is fingers together over his lap.
     
    Shocked, Rick thought to himself that maybe Tanner wouldn't have gassed Jews after all, and he immediately felt horrible thinking such terrible thoughts about the stoic young man.
     
    “So, uh, what's up?” Rick asked, as Tanner seemed to be silently considering something.
     
    Exhaling, like he found what he was about to do laborious, Tanner then looked up at Rick and mechanically began.
     
    “Look, I know you're a good employee, Rick, but upstairs wants me to address something with you.”
     
    “All right?”
     
    “There have been some complaints...”
     
    As soon as Rick heard the word 'complaints', he knew exactly where Tanner was going, and he leaned back in his chair, his shoulders slouched, and he didn't bother to say a word to defend himself. The quicker Tanner gave his lecture, the quicker it would all be over with for the both of them. In the end, Rick knew it wouldn't do any good to argue and