Go tell your boss your great new idea
From Create Your Own Story
Wow! This is going to be really something! You are super excited. If your boss likes your idea, this could mean a BIG change for you. Finally you can go back to your family and high school reunions with your head held high! The world will be your oyster!
Then you pause in the hallway and consider. Of course, nothing is ever easy, and in your case too, there is one minor, little, teeny-weeny little stumbling block. That is your boss herself. Not Ms. Pierce, your direct supervisor, but her boss.
Her name is Mishima. Like the crazy writer who cut his stomach open because his country didn't have a big enough army or something.*
Everyone in the office lives and breathes in fear of Mishima. You have no idea why. You've never laid eyes on her. At lunch or around the water cooler you've tried to get your co-workers to explain what's to be scared of. When they wouldn't, your libido started to fill the gap with fantasies of sex with the boss -- late nights, afternoons, bending her over her desk, or pinning her to the plate glass window, grinding away while enjoying the view from her corner office. Making her late for board meetings. When your imagery proceeds further than her ass, back, and thighs, you imagine a woman who's a bit square, manager sort most likely, her hair up, unattractive glasses.. basically a variation on the librarian fantasy.
In fact, that notion of how Mishima looks got boring quickly, for various reasons, and your preoccupations moved on to more present, in-the-flesh females. But, somewhat ironically, for the last week you've been having these strange dreams, about Mishima. You've never exactly seen her in the dreams, or if you have you can't remember. You're not sure why you wonder if you've seen her in the dreams, because you're always in the hallways, wandering around, nowhere in particular. The lights are dim and smoky, and office and meeting room doors are always shut, or you hear them slamming shut in the distance, and when you go by they are always trembling slightly and constantly and you always hear quick thrumming or grunting on the other side. You can smell incense and you are not sure whether you should go to the meeting with that client or tear your clothes off and run to Mishima's office, shouting in the empty hallway, cock wagging before you like a hard dog.
The wandering around the office is always different; but you wake up every time when, somewhere in the office, you realize that Mishima is looking for you. She's somewhere behind you, in the shadows, hunting for you. And then you realize that she's going to find you because you were fucking her in her office before your dream started, and you came all over her, and she is following your smell.
But even though you were just fucking her like mad, which you can remember, you can't remember what she looks like; and so you won't be able to keep her from finding you.
Anyway. You really should know more about Mishima, the kind of person she is, before approaching her with your Incredibly Fabulous New Idea, which is not only going to make you rich but also SVS (Sexually Very Satisfied). But the fact is you don't know anything, and no one else does either, so you might as well go ahead to her office. Your dreams probably make you more of an expert on Mishima than most if not all of your co-workers. They clearly are just joining in the fear groupthink surrounding Mishima and don't actually have any details. There's probably nothing to be afraid of at all.
As you reconnect with your surroundings, a cute young thing is walking past you. She's dressed in normal, non-descript business casual attire, dark skirt to her knees and a white blouse, but she has a lovely green kerchief wrapped around her neck which goes beautifully with her blond hair, which is pulled into a darker green clip at back. She's holding her sides as if trying to hold in laughter. She looks back at you and quickly looks away, with renewed effort against her laughter. Why, she's laughing at you!
What the hell? That's kind of distracting. Right when you need your wits most!
Do you:
- Ask the woman what the fuck is so funny.
- Ignore the woman and proceed to Mishima's office.
- Figure out a specific plan of attack before seeing Mishima.
- Test your idea more before seeing your boss.
* That's something that just doesn't make any sense to you. Sometimes you feel sorry for the artists who live in dark worlds of pussy scarcity. Or cock scarcity. You're not one to discriminate about that kind of thing. Sex is sex and come is come. Anyway, they do it to themselves, isn't that the sad thing? Sometimes, lying there after a particularly tidal orgasm, you and your partner's breathing filling your ears like beach sand, you wonder how it is that you have so much when others have so little, and you feel certain that if -- I don't know, an angel or something, say, asked you to give up some of your truly mind-bending sex so that some of these unfortunates could touch the face of the beyond the way you do, you would unhesitatingly say Yes. It would be the generous, the charitable -- nay! the gratuitous, thing to do.
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| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
