End of the Day

As you left Jack's office, you headed back into the elevator. You didn't realize the work day was already coming to a close. You clicked "1" on the elevator to return to the ground floor. Once the doors opened, you took a step out but overhead snippets of a conversation down the hall near the building exit, with two familiar voices.

..."Great, I'll uh, meet you there." said a man.

You peek real quick outside the elevator door and see that accountant from earlier and Monica talking.

"Likewise, Hubert." She said.

He waved goodbye and she returned the gesture, before leaving the building. You could hear him mumbling about needing to finish some reports before he could actually leave for the day.
A sinister grin spread across your face. You had an idea. Hubert was coming back towards the elevator, you step back in.

He steps in obviously thinking about his remaining work, not noticing you, and presses the button for the fourth floor. You put a hand on his shoulder and he looks at you, surprised, as if he had been snapped out of his thoughts.

"Sir! I- I didn't know you were still in the building." A startled Hubert gasped.

"I was waiting to talk to you." You reply.

"Me? Did I , uh do something wrong, Sir, is this about earlier?" Hubert looked nervous.

"What? No, no. Relax. I just have a little proposition for you. That, my friend is water under the sand." You explain, and his expression changed to confusion.

"Oh, uh alright. What is this, um, about?" Hubert is still shaken by your presence.

"I've noticed how close you've gotten to Monica."

"Huh? Oh, Monica. I, uh, didn't realize we were close, Sir."

"I've seen the way you look at her."

"Uh, w-what do you mean?" His face became that of a tomato.

"I saw the way she looks at you too, Hubert." You smile.

"I-uh..." Hubert was at a loss for words. You were very much flustering him, and noticed him glancing at the elevator interface, the 4th floor would still take some time to reach.
"It's okay, there's nothing wrong with you. Monica is a fine woman. In fact, I'm a bit jealous. She turned me down flat, you know."

"Um, I don't see what that has to do with-"

"I'll get straight to the point. How would you like to have Monica's pussy wrapped around your dick, with her begging for you to cum inside her? Wouldn't that be nice?" You interrupt him.

"Wh-what?! Sir, that's...I couldn't possibly, we're just-"

"You don't have to feel ashamed. This is a safe place. You can tell me your true feelings."

"It's not about shame, Sir! It's just...it's not...professional..." He couldn't help but glance away from you, a telltale sign that he was lying, or at the very least hiding the truth.

"It is professional, Hubert. It's for the good of the company. Do you know why Monica is **** about the Employee Incentive Program I've made? I'm going to tell you. She thinks it's sexist. She's a fucking feminist."

"That's not -er, uh, surprising. I-I mean, what's so bad about that? Feminism is pretty popular these days." Hubert scratched his head.

"That's exactly the problem, Hubert," You snap your finger at him. "This world needs less feminism. We're drowning in it. Men like you are being cast aside for being the weaker, **** sex. You need to assert your dominance. Take what you want. And that's exactly what I'm trying to accomplish with my program. It's for the good of the company's bottom line, and everyone involved."

Hubert didn't respond.

"I want you on my team Hubert. Think about it, Monica, bent over her desk, her ass in the air, her legs spread. Her wet pussy waiting to be pounded, and you're the one pounding it. Her moaning your name..."

Hubert's eyes widened, and you could see his erection straining against his slacks. You knew you had him.

"See, I'll let you in on something. I'm sending a company e-mail tomorrow laced with hypnotic messaging that will make some of the women more complacent. On the off-chance it doesn't work, I want to know you're in my dugout, and you'll help me get her to 'come around', yeah?"

"Um, uh, sure." Hubert nodded, his erection was still obvious, and you could hear his heart pounding.

"That's the spirit, Hubert!" You pat him on the shoulder. "Here's my number. Text me after the e-mail goes out tomorrow, and let me know what happened, then we can take the next step. You can also text me if things don't work out. Sound good?"

"Uh, Yeah." Hubert nodded again.

The elevator finally reached the 4th floor, and the door opened. Hubert rushed out.

"Don't forget!" You yelled, before the elevator doors closed, and he was out of sight.