Go to work

Whilst pondering your possibilities, an alarm went off on your phone. Fuck. You were gonna be late for work. Your tight ass of a boss had fucked around with your hours, now leaving you a bit unadjusted to your new schedule. He was such a dickhead who put sales over his staff's needs. He's like that boss who went viral cause he sacked the employee who gave him a kidney. It fitted though, he'll take everything from you then chuck you to the curb.

However, he wasn't unattractive. His greed went into wealth and appearance, he was pretty fatphobic to be honest. That meant he had a good body, especially for someone of his age. What was that again, 55, 56, 57! Perfect! Right in your age range. He wasn't stick thin, he had a slight pouch from age and drinking, but it was healthy. His silver hair and plump ass really just topped off your fantasy. God, you could just bet he was a tight ass.

BEEP BEEP!

Shit! Your day dreaming meant you were even later than you could've escaped with. You sprinted to your car and drove off, imagining how you could explain your tardiness to your tight ass boss.