Mr Jackson's Office

Alan sat back in his chair and closed his laptop. This just wasn’t working, and he kept finding himself distracted thinking about the new girl. He wondered how she was getting on, and what she was doing at the moment. He usually found that masturbating at work gave him the best feeling, but today was different. Not even the thought of spunking on one of the cuddly toys or in one of the Adventureland caps was doing the trick today. Normally he would think about some kid winning one of his used toys for his girlfriend. She would be thrilled and cuddle the stuffed bear and maybe kiss it on the nose. He would think of one of the girls walking around wearing one of ‘his’ caps, his dried baby gravy rubbing all over her silky hair.

No, today he was distracted by this Emily girl. He was becoming obsessed with the idea that she might be seduced by one of the boys in the park. Young, dumb, full of cum, she could be flirting with one of them right now. Twirling her blond hair in her fingers and laughing at his stupid jokes. Letting him cop a feel of those bouncy tits or juicy ass. Shit, he thought, I need to go and find her, make sure her head isn’t being turned by some little shit. Maybe try to find some work for her which involved her sitting naked on his lap, or sucking his cock. He stood up, fixed his belt and dropped the cuddly giraffe back in the box on his way out.

Emily ducked behind the wall of the office just as she saw Mr Jackson open the door. She felt bad, sneaking around and avoiding him, but she wanted to try to find a spare locker key before bothering him with her silly mistakes.

He seemed to be in a hurry. ‘I hope everything is okay,’ thought Emily as she waited. Once the coast was clear she rushed inside.

There was a short corridor with a couple of closed doors leading off it. She didn’t know what was behind them, but she knew of course that the one on the end was for Mr Jackson’s office. She was grateful to find that the door wasn’t locked, and in a moment she was inside, leaning against the closed door, panting with the excitement and stress of all this sneaking around.

Quickly Emily tried to look for a likely spot for spare keys. There wasn’t a typical key cabinet on the wall. She looked through the filing cabinet but found nothing. She looked through the desk drawers and riffled through the boxes of tissues and ointments (he must take very good care of his skin, she thought) with no luck. She sat down in Mr Jackson’s chair. It was still warm. She looked around again. The desk had only a small in/out tray with one of the Adventureland caps sat in the top tray, a jar of pens, and the laptop.

Emily decided to try some of these cardboard boxes, then look in the other doors leading off the corridor.

The first box held just paper coffee cups. The next contained clear plastic slushie cups and domed lids. The third was full of cuddly giraffes. She picked one up and looked at it for a moment, smiling at it’s lopsided face and big, shiny eyes.

She was about to drop the toy back in the box when she heard footsteps running urgently toward the door. Instantly she squatted down behind the box, heart beating almost out of her chest, clutching the giraffe to her bosom.