The van drove past the tall gates of the fence, that slid open to let us into the campus.
It was another world in there, where the pandemic had no room and everybody followed the safety rules more out of excess of caution than real necessity.
Pretty lanes wound about, connecting the Square with the smaller buildings of the campus. Our ride drove on to leave us right at the Square main gates, behind one of the vans waiting to take the night shift home.
I glided down the hall to the east side, where the IT department was. The other three sides of the ground floor were the main department of the company: Operations.
It’d been such a lucky strike, finding that job six months earlier, just arrived in the city. Steph had gotten there a few weeks before me, in time to find us a place to live and a job for herself.
She’d insisted I didn’t need to work, because she would make enough money for both of us, but I’d refused to become a secluded househusband. I’d always been kind of a computer geek, and I’d did my best to keep up over my years away. So I had the skills to apply for the job, not to mention I really needed to do it. Maybe to prove myself I was back, and the last awful years were definitely behind.
So I’d submitted my CV to this logistics company, which had only a few years in the market but kept growing like a parasite spider plant. It’d already achieved the unicorn status, and rumor had it that Big Ellie, the founder and CEO, was raking Benjamins by the zillions ever since he’d started the company all alone, with his computer from his living room, connecting so many small transportation companies the pandemic had shut down with so many home businesses in need of cheap shipping for their goods.
On the way to get a coffee while my systems loaded, I waved hi at Tom, my supervisor, in his fishbowl in the middle of the open office. He’d been at the helm since six am and he still looked like just out of bed. Back to my desk with a steamy mug, I took off my mask and logged in at nine sharp.
The small video window popped up on the right bottom corner of my screen as I finished setting the new password for a Marketing guy upstairs, who got kicked out of the systems at least once a week. Maybe he was among our top graphic designers, but he just couldn’t type ten characters in the right order.
“Hey, Dean,” Tom said from his fishbowl when I clicked on the video window. “I need a hand.”
“Forgot your email address?” I replied.
He shook his head, chuckling. “I wish. Listen, Jane T. just called. Her child woke up with a little fever.”
I didn’t know who Tom was talking about, but I guessed it was one of the junior ITs in the noon or the afternoon shift.
“Need me to cover for her?” I volunteered. Whoever she was, this Jane T. couldn’t come to work until her kid and she herself were cleared, after a one-week quarantine and three negative tests.
Tom’s smile widened. “Thank you. Only half her shift, though. You’ll be free at six, and somebody from the evening shift will take it from there.”
“Great. My girl doesn’t like dining late.”
“I owe you. I’m sending your number upstairs right away, so they process the extra hours.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“You know me. I stink of nice.”
We disconnected still laughing and I turned to my next world-saving quest: retrieving some Word files a secretary had deleted by mistake.
At noon, back from my lunch break, I saw Tom handing the baton to Aisha, the afternoon supervisor, a big lady in her mid-forties I liked a lot. They were talking by the fishbowl while a janitor disinfected everything before letting Aisha take over.
With shipments moving all over the country all the time, the company had operators working around the clock, and they always needed ITs at hand. While the big shots upstairs and their minions did weekdays nine to five, the ground floor of the Square was a sleepless hive twenty-four/seven. To stick to sanitary regulations, Operators and ITs worked in rolling six-hour shifts that started every three hours, so the open offices never surpassed two thirds of capacity.
For some reason, the afternoon was easier than the morning, and I wasn’t tired when I logged out at six. My phone buzzed before I could grab my stuff. A smile pursed my lips as I opened the message, like every time Steph texted me.
“Coming? Dinner at seven.”
“You cooked for me?”
“Me? Cook? Share whatever you’re having, please. I ordered pasta with meat balls.”
“I’m all but done here. See you in a while.”
I was heading for the exit when Aisha called me out loud. I turned around and found her waving me over from the fishbowl.
“Hey, Dean, they have some trouble processing your hours. Why don’t you go upstairs and fix it yourself on your way out?” she said.
“Sure.” I looked around. “You not leaving yet? Where’s Sam?”
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Stuck in traffic.”
“Late again. You should make him cover your whole shift some day.”
“Yeah, I totally should. Thanks, D. See you tomorrow.”
“Have a good one.”
Instead of heading to the lobby, I turned to the stairs in the corner. The stairwells were located on the inner side of the Square, and on my way to the second floor, I had a chance to admire the one-acre inner garden in the center of the Square, enclosed by huge windows on each floor to provide better fresh air circulation and daylight to the whole building. I frigging loved that job. Not only because I liked what I did, and my colleagues, but because no matter in what side of what floor of the Square you worked, you had those window walls to a relaxing green view. Something I’d sorely missed of late.
The receptionist at the second floor was surprised to see me. Looked like nobody had reported that they needed an IT in person. When I repeated what Aisha had just told me, she turned to her computer.“Let me check,” she murmured.She went over a couple of lists and typed something. Her mild frown made me frown too, but I waited in silence. It wouldn’t be a first if they’d forgotten to let her know.“They’re waiting for you upstairs,” she said, puzzled.My eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “You sure?”She shrugged. “That’s what my sup says.” She looked up at me and winked. “Must’ve done something good to be requested from up there.”“Don’t say,” I murmured, feeling a prink in my belly. “Thanks.”So I went on to the next flight of stairs, that would take me to the third floor for the first time ever. It was odd. Only the heads of department had their offices at the top of the Square, with their personal aids that included a small IT team, apart from the rest of the company. Regular morta
I could only stare blankly at him while my heart sank, my belly felt about to turn and the air felt too thin in my lungs.My lack of answer brought the man from the window to the table.“Remove your mask,” he said, calm and imposing, a deep voice meant to boss the whole world around.I did, so full of a sudden, choking fear I couldn’t think straight.The man took a hand out of his pocket and grabbed the tablet. He seemed to compare something on it with me before showing it to me. My knees threatened to buckle when I saw my own mugshot on screen.“This is you,” he said, far from asking.There was no way to deny it. Even with my hair dyed dark, it was plain to see that was my own bloody face, only four years younger.He stared at me as to drill a hole through my skull. I tried to hold his dark eyes while the other man read from his computer.“You were arrested in Buffalo, New York, back in 2019, charged with possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Sentenced to ten years, you were p
I could only stare blankly at him while my heart sank, my belly felt about to turn and the air felt too thin in my lungs.My lack of answer brought the man from the window to the table.“Remove your mask,” he said, calm and imposing, a deep voice meant to boss the whole world around.I did, so full of a sudden, choking fear I couldn’t think straight.The man took a hand out of his pocket and grabbed the tablet. He seemed to compare something on it with me before showing it to me. My knees threatened to buckle when I saw my own mugshot on screen.“This is you,” he said, far from asking.There was no way to deny it. Even with my hair dyed dark, it was plain to see that was my own bloody face, only four years younger.He stared at me as to drill a hole through my skull. I tried to hold his dark eyes while the other man read from his computer.“You were arrested in Buffalo, New York, back in 2019, charged with possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Sentenced to ten years, you were p
“Stop,” he said.And I stopped as I was, with my hips upfront. The way he fondled my crotch pulled gasps from my parted lips, and my eyes fluttered closed. I hated him and I hated myself, but I couldn’t help it. I was hard as a ram. If he kept going, he’d make me come in my khakis within a couple of minutes, and there was nothing I could do to help it. Maybe because being a guy himself, he knew damn well what worked best to push me to the edge.And then he stopped, moving his hand away from me.I didn’t dare to open my eyes, frozen like the statue to the boner of the year, fists clenched against my sides, sweat drops trickling down my temples, my chest pumping.“Look at me.”I didn’t want to, but I did it anyway. I faced his burning dark eyes and his smirk, trying in vain not to pant softly.His hands came up to the waist of my khakis and I felt him unbutton it and pull the zip down. A heartbeat later, his fingers sneaked inside the slacks to grab my junk over the underwear.“That’s b
I groaned when his fist covered the head of my cock yet again. But this time, his other hand went back to my butt and opened flat on it, his fingers spreading to grab my buttocks.“Are you gonna fuck me?” I asked helplessly, my thighs shaking slightly and my cock in his fist.He looked up at me, raising his eyebrows. “You want me too?”I shook my head, not sure if I was about to cry, to come, to scream or all of the above.“Then I’m not.” His hand squeezed my buttock. “Nice ass. Maybe someday, if you ask nicely.”“Fuck you,” I growled before I could stop myself.“I’m afraid that’s out of the picture.” His fist pressed against my cock and his hand pushed me gently against it. “There, like that.”He guided my hips forward, and my cock into his fist, that didn’t move. He made me push until his fist was against my pelvis, then guided me backwards. Then again, his hand keeping a firm hold of my buttock to direct my humping.“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, shivering in the rippling warmth. This was
It took me a while to put myself together enough to leave. I washed the best I could in the restroom, but my shirt was a mess of wrinkles, and there was no way to hide the wet patches of sweat in the armpits. However, the mirror showed the worst of my crappy reflection was my face. I was pale, fevered, still hyperventilating. My nerves were so on edge, a pin falling could’ve scared me literally to death. I looked like I’d just seen a ghost. Well, or like I’d been edged for a whole hour against my will, by no less than the boss of my boss’ boss.I didn’t see a soul on my way to the stairs. The stiff lady at the front desk was gone, so was the security guard. My cramped thighs protested all the way down the stairs. Nobody in sight at the second floor, either. One of the vans that had brought the six pm shift was still outside the main access, waiting for the last operator from the afternoon shift. Lucky me, they were bound to my side of town, and they still had free seats.Good thing ab
As soon as I sat down to eat, I realized my stomach still felt like a rock and I wasn’t the least bit hungry. I tried the pasta with meat balls anyway. They smelled like heaven, and I wanted something solid down the gutter before gulping up my beer like I meant to.I bought myself a few more minutes by cleaning the table and doing the dishes, but I finally had to go to our room. Steph was still watching her stream, and paused it to see me take my clothes off. Another thing that always got me started. Not that night.“Need help?” she asked as I walked into the bathroom.I glanced back at her from over my shoulder, so she wouldn’t see the peanut my cock was, and flashed a little smile.“You should save your energy,” I replied.Her giggle made me feel awful, and I hurried into the bathroom to close the door between us.The warm water running down my skin offered a much needed feeling of cleansing. I washed my whole body thoroughly, especially my crotch, as if I could also wash away the m
She hardly had time to remove her laptop to the nightstand while I yanked the bed sheets away. Her clothes followed a heartbeat later and I bounced on her, soaking wet but hard and ready. She landed flat on her back on the mattress, my hands pulling her legs up and apart to go down on her. Soon she was moaning wet, begging me to fuck her. So I pushed her legs to make her knees touch her shoulders, hooked them with my arms to keep them in place and thrust into her until my nuts brushed her butthole.I wanted it to last, change positions, drive her crazy. But my nuts grew suddenly sore, refusing to hold back again. My cock pounded like we’d been fucking for hours. My thighs cramped into stones.“Fuck!” I cried.My body took over against my will. My hips pushed so hard and fast, I thought my heart was about to explode, just like my burning cock and the stones my balls had turned into. It was so intense, it burned any pleasure away, leaving only a painful urgency. I needed to come so bad