But not yet.

Maximus spent the rest of the day trying not to look at Barbara's office door, which had been closed since before he got back.
He most definitely was not listening to the muffled moaning coming from inside.

And under no circumstances was he going to turn around and check if Nancy was looking his way, especially if she actually had been masturbating earlier. Besides, the raging boner hidden under his desk and leaking precum into a wad of paper towels he'd brought back from the restroom would probably cause her to faint or something. There was no way he was ready to face the attention of Nancy after she actually saw his dick, especially in this state.

Nope, nope, nope.

Best to hide the situation as best he could and leave after everyone else.

The help desk cubicles were already almost empty, it's denizens leaving as they finished their last calls for the day. He'd never paid much attention to them, as it's staff changed so often. So long as they did their job and filtered out the dumbest stuff, he was happy.

The other 5 people in his section were packing up to leave as well, and he could hear Nancy's mobility scooter humming around her cubicle as she did the same.

Fitz, John, Chris, Anthony (Tony), and...yep, there went Mari.

Maximus hastily stopped ogling Mari's ass as she walked out the door - it might be smaller, but it was perfectly shaped. Mari spent most of her free time exercising and doing some "mostly tasteful modeling", or at least that's what "The Four Fuckateers" gossip mill said. They claimed to have "checked her other social media".

Maximus referred to his four male co-workers as "The Four Fuckateers" for a number of reasons, but mainly because although they knew the job, their tendency to gossip meant they were usually distracted, and the result was a constant stream of small fuckups. Nothing major enough to get them fired, hell most of the time they were corrected before anyone who had that power could notice. But since Maximus was doing most of that correcting, he'd come to know them by their fuckups over every other aspect of their existence. Their gossiping and rumor mill wasn't something he had much interest in, except if it impacted him.

Such as when they provided leads to things like Mari's "adult" social media, a place he'd gone for fap fuel at least once a week for the past year.

Shit, but he was hard, just from thinking about her ass without that tight pair of pants she'd just walked out in. Many a fantasy of her small frame bouncing it's perfect ass on the huge cock he hadn't had before now, toned muscles flexing as she rode him to another orgasm.

He grunted slightly as his swollen balls clenched, his dick flexed, and generally his unruly genitalia tried to cum, but he held it in.
Mostly.
He was going to need more paper towels.
Fuck, he might as well sneak the whole roll into his cubicle, at this rate.

Maybe some really high capacity condoms? Nope, if this was the cock he'd fantasized about having, they'd never survive. In his fantasies, he always had a willing female partner available when these situations arose. Stupid fantasies.

But he had to come up with some solution. Maybe he could get a doctor's note excuse to work from home? An unstated "condition" that prevented him from coming to work? Barbara would probably accept that, especially after today.

And really, he could do 99% of his job remotely. Barbara just hadn't wanted anyone "unsupervised" (read: she couldn't check that he was working).

Dumping the mostly soggy paper towels into the trash, he sprayed it down with some deodorant spray that probably wouldn't help the poor cleaning crew much, but it soothed the tiny bump of conscious that tried to protest.

Then he headed out the door for home, a nice shower, and to schedule a doctor's appointment. Hopefully he could schedule one soon, otherwise the next few days would be...interesting.

As the door locked behind him, the soft hum of a mobility scooter could be heard (if anyone else had been around), moving towards his trashcan. Few realized how stealthy Nancy could be when she wanted to. They saw her bulk and thought she'd emulate large land mammals. Which she kinda did, usually. But sitting still was quiet, wasn't it? Damn right, and she could breath quietly if she wanted to.