Wilham
03/27/2009, 09:46 PM
Ok so one day I was bored out of my mind at work and I created Random.
It has no real plot it just revolves around a group a people and different things they go through. Hope you enjoy. :3
Buzzing
Buzzing?
Why am I hearing buzzing?
It's getting louder. Damn it, won't it stop.
Then it occurs to me that it is my alarm clock. As I reach to stop the horrible buzzing I knock over a glass of something. Hmm, I don't remember bringing a drink in here. And alas I finally reach it and hit the switch which will put it to sleep until tomorrow morning. I sat up and slouch over rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I hate mornings.
As I stand to stretch a sharp pain shoots up my back and than a voice calls to me from my bathroom, "You're finally up, I hear. I was starting to wonder if you had died." I stood there froze. Who the fuck is in my shower? I definitely know I didn't bring someone home last night from the bar. But then who's the owner of the hot British voice coming from my bathroom. And she is in the shower. I flopped back down on the bed and began to think hard. What the hell happened last night?
The last thing I remember from last night was Jimmy getting me a cab and coming home, alone. As I sit here my mind is racing. Is she hot, or…oh no, she's probably a hag. What happened last night? I sat there for what seemed to be an eternity waging a war within myself about what possibly could have happened. Than the water stopped and I had to make a decision, was I going to sit here and wait to see her, run from the room without knowing or suck it up and just go into the bathroom. Oh what a treacherous battle waged in my head. I had to make a decision. I have to do something. I'll sit here, its comfy, no that wont work, I wouldn't be able to just get up and run. I know, I'll go into the bathroom and see. That way if need be I can back away and head the fuck up out of here. So its settled, I'm going to her.
As I approach the bathroom door my heart beats as if I had just ran a marathon. Wait. How would I know that? My heart is beating really fast. I feel it up in my throat. I stand at the threshold trying to coach myself to just take a peak around the corner. After finally building up the nerve I slowly turn the corner and here she was. My jaw dropped and I swear my eyes popped out of my head. She was this sexy vixen with long black hair, green eyes, and a perfect figure. She stared at me with a puzzled look. Realizing I must look like some retard I gathered myself and decided I would get some info. Straitening myself, "So, you and me, did it," I said sounding like a moron. She giggled and nodded her head. With a sigh I continued with the conversation. "So how did it happen? The last thing I remember I was in a cab coming home alone," I inquired. She chuckled and walked out into my room. And like a lost little puppy I followed.
She was sliding her panties on when she looked at me, "you really were plastered pretty bad last night," she said with a hint of laughter. I don't remember drinking that much. I stood wanting more for some reason. Oh yeah how the hell did she get here, but before I could even ask she answered. "Your friend Jimmy gave me a key and sent me by cab thirty minutes after you left," she explained. "When I got here you were past out, but I fixed that," she continued. Was she a hooker? No, now I remember her. She was the one I couldn't stop staring at last night. So Jimmy hooked me up. What a good friend he is. A feeling of relief came over me. I worry to much. As I let out a sigh of relief I catch a whiff of something. Toast? I smell toast and bacon and eggs. What, did she cook then get in the shower?
Then I heard a banging sound. A thought came over me and I looked down at her with a grin. She smiled big and called to the person in the kitchen, "come here love." I stood there and a feeling came over me. I had a threesome and don't remember. Wait, I wonder if she is as hot as this British chick, what am I saying of course she is. I stood there like a gitty little kid about to get the greatest gift in the world. And here she comes.
And boy was I surprised. It wasn't a she at all, but instead a he. And not just any he a extremely built he. I stared at him as he stood there. Apparently the two of them were conversing but I couldn't hear them. I was being flooded by screams inside my head. I just realized what happened last night.
Lola
The clacking sounds of the keyboard can get quite annoying after an eight hour work day. Actually it only takes about half that time before I want to smash my keyboard against the guy's head in the cubical next to me.
I am not usually a violent person but when it comes to this tedious job I can get a little testy. I really hate my job but it pays the bills and keeps me out of trouble. Unlike my best friend Kevin who can work at his own discretion. Oh well, I still enjoy the crazy times we have. Our nights on the town are what really get me through my work days. If I didn't have them then I would without a doubt take my pen and jab it into my temple.
There is one huge benefit to this job though. And her name is Lola. Oh man is she ever so fuckable. She always comes prancing in here wearing her short skirts and low cut tops. Makes me want to run up and motor boat them. Damn she's hot. But off limits. Only reason she has this job is because she is the boss's daughter. She doesn't really have a job title. If she did I bet it would be VP Cock Tease. She definitely likes to flirt. She strings you along like a little dog and then slams the door in your face. I have stayed far enough of her radar to keep that from happening.
It's really inevitable though. It is bound to happen one day. She'll stroll on in and walk by my desk and I'll catch a whiff of that oh so sweet fragrance and bam I'm hooked. Than I will have eyes for her all day and maybe weeks and we'll share small talk and all that jazz. Then I will work up the nuts to go ask her out and that's when it will happen, her slamming the proverbial door in yet another shmucks face, my face. All-in-all it would totally be worth it.
So, I sit here in my nice little cubical looking over reports, typing up reports, and looking over even more reports. I look over at my in box and cringe. Damn that's a big stack. I get busy tearing away at the lovely reports. Reading, typing, and reading some more. And low and behold that oh so sweet fragrance fills the air. Oh no, she must have heard my thoughts. I try to make myself as little as possible in my cubical, but it truly would be a pitiful sight. What should I do? Should I run? Yeah, even if she tries to stop me I'll say I have to go to the men's room. Yeah that will definitely work. Her scent was getting closer. With sweaty palms I grip the edge of my chair ready to bolt. And her voice rings out, and my name is not tagged to it. It's the poor sap next to me that I wanted to bash his head in with my keyboard. I kind of feel guilty for not now. I sit as still as possible as to not attract her attention, and I listen intently.
"How's your day going Henry," her voice sounded as if it belonged to a siren. I could hear the gulp as he struggled to get the words out. "O…oh, you kn…know Lola, same old, sa….same old." I stifled my laugh so that I didn't draw attention to myself. I hear a creek in his chair; he's trying to put distance between the two of them. "So would you like to go out for lunch sometime," she asked with such seduction. "W..w..Well, I guess I could ha..have lunch with y..you," it was almost unbearable to hear.
After about five more minutes of this comedic gold Lola finally walked away. A huge sigh of relieve came from the box next to mine. I silently giggled to myself. And he spoke out to me, "what should I do?" I was surprised, even though we worked next to each other we never spoke to each other. I looked around the edge of my box and saw him with a look of terror on his face. I couldn't really blame him though I knew where he was headed. In a week or two she'll have him so wrapped up in her that when she slams the door in his face he'll need to take a weeks vacation just to recover. "Well you just can't sweat it. Don't let it consume you," I said trying to give him hope. He laughed to himself and looked me dead in the face, "you know that is not going possible. Once she pulls you in you're done for."
It floored me to hear this. He knew what he was getting into and it didn't matter. But why was he asking what he should do? Was it to get advice on how to get with her on the first date or on where he should take her? So I sat there and thought. What would Kevin say in this situation? Take her to some dive so she'll want to get to your place that much faster. No, I couldn't say that. There's no way Lola would fall for that. So I went with my sap of a response. "You should take her to Don what's-his-face's place and then take her out dancing. And then see if she is willing to come back to your house and have some nice music ready with a nice bottle of champagne." He smiled and nodded, "you know that sounds great. Lola's the type of girl that needs to be taken care of and hopefully with that sort of date she can pull my strings for more than a few weeks." I drop my head out of disbelief. He really doesn't care. After wishing him luck with that I return to my 4x4 heaven, well maybe not heaven but some sort of sanctuary.
As I return to my work my buzzes. It's a buzz that only sounds when a manager is ringing you. So I glance at the extension it's coming from and see a name I didn't expect, Lola. Why is she ringing me? I grab the phone and push the line with much hesitation. And then I hear her soft voice, "Hello James. How is everything going?" I hesitate to respond still wondering why she rang me. "Everything's good here. Just keeping busy," I say with an air of frustration. "That's lovely to hear. You are one of our top employees," she said seductively. "Wont you stop by my office after you shift so we can go over you ninety day evaluation," she continued without missing a beat.
I sat there for a second and pondered why she wanted to wait until after my shift. And than it hit me. She wants to have relations. She must have realized what I was thinking and hit me with a jab, "if that's not possible than how about now. I am free for the rest of the day." I didn't know how to respond. I knew my hesitation was giving me away. "Yeah I would be better for me to get it over with now and not linger around after my shift," I quickly said. "Excellent, I'll be looking forward to our sit down," she responded.
I got all my papers in a nice stack on my desk and noticed I was shaking. Why am I shaking? It's no big thing. After gathering myself together I stood and made my way towards Lola's office. My heart was racing. It felt like I was going to pass out. My walk that only takes twenty seconds seemed to take an hour. People glared at me and all that ran through my mind was that they knew about the act I was about to take part in. As I reach her office door I took a long deep breath and opened her door.
As I entered I cough her wonderful scent and thought of how good she must taste. As I closed the door I let out a sigh. I turned around to the sight of an angel, a very seductive angel. My heart was racing so fast that I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. She sat there smiling and she looked so delicious. She sat up in her chair, "So, why don't we get the evaluation started." "Yes ma'am," I replied with a struggle.
And so it was better than I have ever imagined and now every two weeks I get to have an employee evaluation without all the work up.
These are the only chapters so far but I do plan on putting some more together.
It has no real plot it just revolves around a group a people and different things they go through. Hope you enjoy. :3
Buzzing
Buzzing?
Why am I hearing buzzing?
It's getting louder. Damn it, won't it stop.
Then it occurs to me that it is my alarm clock. As I reach to stop the horrible buzzing I knock over a glass of something. Hmm, I don't remember bringing a drink in here. And alas I finally reach it and hit the switch which will put it to sleep until tomorrow morning. I sat up and slouch over rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I hate mornings.
As I stand to stretch a sharp pain shoots up my back and than a voice calls to me from my bathroom, "You're finally up, I hear. I was starting to wonder if you had died." I stood there froze. Who the fuck is in my shower? I definitely know I didn't bring someone home last night from the bar. But then who's the owner of the hot British voice coming from my bathroom. And she is in the shower. I flopped back down on the bed and began to think hard. What the hell happened last night?
The last thing I remember from last night was Jimmy getting me a cab and coming home, alone. As I sit here my mind is racing. Is she hot, or…oh no, she's probably a hag. What happened last night? I sat there for what seemed to be an eternity waging a war within myself about what possibly could have happened. Than the water stopped and I had to make a decision, was I going to sit here and wait to see her, run from the room without knowing or suck it up and just go into the bathroom. Oh what a treacherous battle waged in my head. I had to make a decision. I have to do something. I'll sit here, its comfy, no that wont work, I wouldn't be able to just get up and run. I know, I'll go into the bathroom and see. That way if need be I can back away and head the fuck up out of here. So its settled, I'm going to her.
As I approach the bathroom door my heart beats as if I had just ran a marathon. Wait. How would I know that? My heart is beating really fast. I feel it up in my throat. I stand at the threshold trying to coach myself to just take a peak around the corner. After finally building up the nerve I slowly turn the corner and here she was. My jaw dropped and I swear my eyes popped out of my head. She was this sexy vixen with long black hair, green eyes, and a perfect figure. She stared at me with a puzzled look. Realizing I must look like some retard I gathered myself and decided I would get some info. Straitening myself, "So, you and me, did it," I said sounding like a moron. She giggled and nodded her head. With a sigh I continued with the conversation. "So how did it happen? The last thing I remember I was in a cab coming home alone," I inquired. She chuckled and walked out into my room. And like a lost little puppy I followed.
She was sliding her panties on when she looked at me, "you really were plastered pretty bad last night," she said with a hint of laughter. I don't remember drinking that much. I stood wanting more for some reason. Oh yeah how the hell did she get here, but before I could even ask she answered. "Your friend Jimmy gave me a key and sent me by cab thirty minutes after you left," she explained. "When I got here you were past out, but I fixed that," she continued. Was she a hooker? No, now I remember her. She was the one I couldn't stop staring at last night. So Jimmy hooked me up. What a good friend he is. A feeling of relief came over me. I worry to much. As I let out a sigh of relief I catch a whiff of something. Toast? I smell toast and bacon and eggs. What, did she cook then get in the shower?
Then I heard a banging sound. A thought came over me and I looked down at her with a grin. She smiled big and called to the person in the kitchen, "come here love." I stood there and a feeling came over me. I had a threesome and don't remember. Wait, I wonder if she is as hot as this British chick, what am I saying of course she is. I stood there like a gitty little kid about to get the greatest gift in the world. And here she comes.
And boy was I surprised. It wasn't a she at all, but instead a he. And not just any he a extremely built he. I stared at him as he stood there. Apparently the two of them were conversing but I couldn't hear them. I was being flooded by screams inside my head. I just realized what happened last night.
Lola
The clacking sounds of the keyboard can get quite annoying after an eight hour work day. Actually it only takes about half that time before I want to smash my keyboard against the guy's head in the cubical next to me.
I am not usually a violent person but when it comes to this tedious job I can get a little testy. I really hate my job but it pays the bills and keeps me out of trouble. Unlike my best friend Kevin who can work at his own discretion. Oh well, I still enjoy the crazy times we have. Our nights on the town are what really get me through my work days. If I didn't have them then I would without a doubt take my pen and jab it into my temple.
There is one huge benefit to this job though. And her name is Lola. Oh man is she ever so fuckable. She always comes prancing in here wearing her short skirts and low cut tops. Makes me want to run up and motor boat them. Damn she's hot. But off limits. Only reason she has this job is because she is the boss's daughter. She doesn't really have a job title. If she did I bet it would be VP Cock Tease. She definitely likes to flirt. She strings you along like a little dog and then slams the door in your face. I have stayed far enough of her radar to keep that from happening.
It's really inevitable though. It is bound to happen one day. She'll stroll on in and walk by my desk and I'll catch a whiff of that oh so sweet fragrance and bam I'm hooked. Than I will have eyes for her all day and maybe weeks and we'll share small talk and all that jazz. Then I will work up the nuts to go ask her out and that's when it will happen, her slamming the proverbial door in yet another shmucks face, my face. All-in-all it would totally be worth it.
So, I sit here in my nice little cubical looking over reports, typing up reports, and looking over even more reports. I look over at my in box and cringe. Damn that's a big stack. I get busy tearing away at the lovely reports. Reading, typing, and reading some more. And low and behold that oh so sweet fragrance fills the air. Oh no, she must have heard my thoughts. I try to make myself as little as possible in my cubical, but it truly would be a pitiful sight. What should I do? Should I run? Yeah, even if she tries to stop me I'll say I have to go to the men's room. Yeah that will definitely work. Her scent was getting closer. With sweaty palms I grip the edge of my chair ready to bolt. And her voice rings out, and my name is not tagged to it. It's the poor sap next to me that I wanted to bash his head in with my keyboard. I kind of feel guilty for not now. I sit as still as possible as to not attract her attention, and I listen intently.
"How's your day going Henry," her voice sounded as if it belonged to a siren. I could hear the gulp as he struggled to get the words out. "O…oh, you kn…know Lola, same old, sa….same old." I stifled my laugh so that I didn't draw attention to myself. I hear a creek in his chair; he's trying to put distance between the two of them. "So would you like to go out for lunch sometime," she asked with such seduction. "W..w..Well, I guess I could ha..have lunch with y..you," it was almost unbearable to hear.
After about five more minutes of this comedic gold Lola finally walked away. A huge sigh of relieve came from the box next to mine. I silently giggled to myself. And he spoke out to me, "what should I do?" I was surprised, even though we worked next to each other we never spoke to each other. I looked around the edge of my box and saw him with a look of terror on his face. I couldn't really blame him though I knew where he was headed. In a week or two she'll have him so wrapped up in her that when she slams the door in his face he'll need to take a weeks vacation just to recover. "Well you just can't sweat it. Don't let it consume you," I said trying to give him hope. He laughed to himself and looked me dead in the face, "you know that is not going possible. Once she pulls you in you're done for."
It floored me to hear this. He knew what he was getting into and it didn't matter. But why was he asking what he should do? Was it to get advice on how to get with her on the first date or on where he should take her? So I sat there and thought. What would Kevin say in this situation? Take her to some dive so she'll want to get to your place that much faster. No, I couldn't say that. There's no way Lola would fall for that. So I went with my sap of a response. "You should take her to Don what's-his-face's place and then take her out dancing. And then see if she is willing to come back to your house and have some nice music ready with a nice bottle of champagne." He smiled and nodded, "you know that sounds great. Lola's the type of girl that needs to be taken care of and hopefully with that sort of date she can pull my strings for more than a few weeks." I drop my head out of disbelief. He really doesn't care. After wishing him luck with that I return to my 4x4 heaven, well maybe not heaven but some sort of sanctuary.
As I return to my work my buzzes. It's a buzz that only sounds when a manager is ringing you. So I glance at the extension it's coming from and see a name I didn't expect, Lola. Why is she ringing me? I grab the phone and push the line with much hesitation. And then I hear her soft voice, "Hello James. How is everything going?" I hesitate to respond still wondering why she rang me. "Everything's good here. Just keeping busy," I say with an air of frustration. "That's lovely to hear. You are one of our top employees," she said seductively. "Wont you stop by my office after you shift so we can go over you ninety day evaluation," she continued without missing a beat.
I sat there for a second and pondered why she wanted to wait until after my shift. And than it hit me. She wants to have relations. She must have realized what I was thinking and hit me with a jab, "if that's not possible than how about now. I am free for the rest of the day." I didn't know how to respond. I knew my hesitation was giving me away. "Yeah I would be better for me to get it over with now and not linger around after my shift," I quickly said. "Excellent, I'll be looking forward to our sit down," she responded.
I got all my papers in a nice stack on my desk and noticed I was shaking. Why am I shaking? It's no big thing. After gathering myself together I stood and made my way towards Lola's office. My heart was racing. It felt like I was going to pass out. My walk that only takes twenty seconds seemed to take an hour. People glared at me and all that ran through my mind was that they knew about the act I was about to take part in. As I reach her office door I took a long deep breath and opened her door.
As I entered I cough her wonderful scent and thought of how good she must taste. As I closed the door I let out a sigh. I turned around to the sight of an angel, a very seductive angel. My heart was racing so fast that I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. She sat there smiling and she looked so delicious. She sat up in her chair, "So, why don't we get the evaluation started." "Yes ma'am," I replied with a struggle.
And so it was better than I have ever imagined and now every two weeks I get to have an employee evaluation without all the work up.
These are the only chapters so far but I do plan on putting some more together.