Frank groaned as he hugged his coffee cup. His head was pounding. Shouldn't have drunk so much last night. Dumb call on his part.
But he really hadn't been able to stay home thinking about Sam. He'd just looked at the bed, remembered what it felt like to hold his ex and... he had needed to leave and... forget.
Well, considering he blacked out, yes, he had forgotten for a couple of hours. But now he had to work this stupid desk job to pay his rent.
"-and before she ever noticed, guess who slipped out of the hotel like a boss?" said a smug, warm voice to the complete applause of a handful of coworkers.
Edward, the team manager. A brunette with a nice tan and a slim, well-toned body. And a real fuckboy. Bragged every day about his latest conquest. Somehow, the women thought he was irresistible. And some of the men too.
Shielding his face with his hand, wishing that could make him invisible, Frank avoided the pre-work shift group and just went to his cubicle, dropping into his chair with a put-upon sigh. Time to get started, he guessed. The computers really needed renewing too. Took a minute to boot. And then he was ready to go. First off, messages.
Frank was sipping his cup of coffee when his eyes fell on the newest company wide email the big wigs at the top had sent. He had only read the first line when he choked and sprayed the mouthful of coffee he had in his mouth.
No one heard. Thank God. Quickly, he wiped his mouth and his screen, staring as if the words would be different. Uncomfortable heat settled in his groin.
Trembling slightly, he clicked on the attached link.
His computer screen turned black for a second, before it started displaying a slightly unsteady video from one of the offices on the top floor. There, a black man, no older than twenty-five sat in a chair with a white shirt and pants. The man had been filmed from a low angle, desk-level, and gave him a very imposing stature. Those pecs looked almost like they might burst through the buttons of the shirt.
Frank blinked as the man rose from his chair and unzipped his pants. Without a single moment of hesitation, the black man pulled his cock out and pumped it. Twitching, the shaft stiffened and rose past the belt and stopped a little past the man's bellybutton.
Then, despite the man's gentle panting, his hands stilled and let his dick unattended, displaying more willpower than Frank thought he had at the moment. More words were said, but the content seemed performatory, just for show. The camera stayed resolutely focused on the mouth-watering black dick, forgetting the guy's face. It almost seemed... unimportant.
"Welcome to the team," said Richard Thompson's voice from behind the camera
The screen flashed, and for a second, Frank failed to notice anything different. The beautiful black cock was still there... The rest of the man had vanished though, and it fell through the empty pants, disappearing from sight. Then, jolting around, the camera moved around the desk and lowered itself near the pile of clothes on the ground. An unknown hand appeared from the sight and tossed the pants aside, revealing the black penis on the tilefloor. Pre oozed out of its slit.
The image faded into white, leaving only the black cock, hard, dickhead aimed straight at Frank.
'Your company needs *YOU*' was the slogan under the pointing penis.
Whoever had imagined that marketing campaign was obviously obsessed and gay. Very, very gay.
Frank gently pulled on the front of his pants to give himself a bit more space. His boxers had become exceedingly tight. Unfairly so. He almost wanted to run to the bathroom and rub one out right away.
"Frank!" A rough arm hooked itself around his neck, pulling him against shapely abs. "Having a shit morning, I see?"
Edward. Life just hated him, didn't it?
"Yes, I have a killer headache, don't make it worse."
"Bah!" Edward dismissed, shaking him hard enough for Frank's coffee to spill some more on his pants. "You'll live. What were you up to, huh? We got a meeting and all, remember?" Edward's grin widened as he looked at the screen and saw the frankly pornographic show. "Ah! That freak stuff. Right, I mean, obviously faked. I don't get what the rich bastards at the top were thinking. 'Transfer and explore new sexual, masculine avenues'? Who could possibly fall for that gay bullshit?"
'Gay bullshit, of course.' Frank said nothing. But he kept his eyes on the pile of papers near the elevator. Things like request for a transfer to another department was handled via letters and files.
"So you'll skip on the promotion?" Frank asked, like he was making small talk, and uninteresting one at that.
Edward burst out laughing. "Obviously! I mean, if it worked, they'd have to make me, like, the new director because of how big my fuckstick is, but we all know that's sci-fi. They couldn't pay me to be a sucker. I'll leave that to you."
And Edward left to 'supervise' (read: do nothing) all morning.
At lunchbreak, Frank just pretended he needed a few more minutes to finish his project. Glancing around, he slunk over the pile of paperwork and took out his pen. The file on top read : "Submission for Penis Department Transfer Request". Without hesitation, Frank began filling every empty boxes. In the span of two minutes, he'd completed the document, including the employee's worknumber and personal information.
Then, at the top, he signed Edward Greywood and sealed the enveloppe.