No.

Slipping his phone away, Adam figured that he now had his world back under control. He thought nothing of getting into the elevator and the refreshingly dull routine of people getting off floor by floor by floor.

He glanced across and happened to notice Melba. He rather liked Melba, who worked on the floor below his, even though she had blatantly hit on him for several days the moment he first appeared in the building. She had a beautiful face but something about her voice and personality and especially her body had never struck that crucial chord of lust with him, and so they had politely parted company but still exchanged the occasional quick smile in passing.

Melba was bravely keeping silent, but she had the look of someone shattered, someone not weeping but seriously considering it. It disturbed Adam, and he felt some unaccountable pang of guilt, so when she got off he thought for a split second and then followed her.

"Melba?"

She was startled as she turned. "Yes? Mr. Ziktor?"

"You're solid," he assured her. "Whatever case you need to make, whatever argument it may seem you have lost just now, whatever wrong is being done to you -- you're bigger than it, you're better than it. I've always known you're solid. You will get through it."

Adam prided himself on a silver tongue good for more than just cunnilingus, and it was a risk, this kind of impromptu amateur telepathy, but he figured it was worth it.

Melba smiled bravely, though it seemed to bring the tears even closer. "Thank you, Mr. Ziktor. Can we talk? Maybe in here ... "

Her company's copying room was a quiet oasis at that time of morning. Adam waited patiently.

"Mr. Ziktor ... I'm not the girl you met when you first came here. I've changed."

Adam folded his arms and nodded confidently, even though the large shapeless dark overcoat she was wearing was not giving away any clues.

"I've worked on myself. A lot. I worked hard, and I got promoted, and then everything seemed to click somehow. I lost all that weight, and I made a point of dressing better -- and, oh gawd, how weak and clingy I must have seemed to you. I just needed to get my bearings, that's all. So the thing is, I've really been working on myself, and I met this guy -- he seemed to be a great guy -- I thought he was -- anyway, I thought it was, you know, going somewhere. So I found out ... he was seeing this woman ... " The first tear trickled out. "Mr. Ziktor, she's a nothing! She's a hag and a slob, he only does her because she's totally shameless about having sex, but he really likes that, he really likes what a whore she is -- and he was juggling her along with me so long, it, it ... " She put her hands to her face.

"Melba, what can I tell you? A lot of my fellow men are horny idiots." Even me sometimes, he thought. "You trusted him, it happens. Forget this guy and move on."

"It's ... so hard ... to keep going ... " She sighed hard, then at last removed her overcoat. "I try and I try, you know? I try, and I try ... "

Adam tried to stay calm. As he coat came off, he could see that she had not been kidding. She had lost weight, all of it, and her body was now sleek and toned and most scrumptiously curvaceous. Yet the most work had been done to her breasts, which she had clearly augmented all hell out of. Adam's mind boggled at how many successive increments she must have put herself through. The woman was simply massive up top.

NAIL HER! his mind growled, but he had to wonder at that. Nail her? After he had just had Beth, Yasmine and Chita? Nail her? After she had just poured her heart out to him? HELL YEAH, NAIL HER! his mind retorted.

He shook his head. This was all getting very badly out of control indeed.

"Melba, all you have to do is crook your index finger and you'll have all the men you'll ever need lining up just begging for your phone number."

"Yeah, well ... I hope so ... "

"I know so."

He felt shamed by all the innocent gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Ziktor."

Melba gave him a Platonic hug and kiss ... but with each second the hug stretched on, the more his horniness roared back to full life. He caressed her, he breathed hard, he rocked her and kissed her hair, and the hug just got tighter.

She looked up at him. "Mr. Ziktor? Do you ever have ... needs? Because I figure, a man like you ... you have lots and lots of needs, it must be so very ... HARD for you ... "

Their tongues were intertwining in no time. In the back of Adam's mind he knew that office business was going on right outside, that they could be discovered at any instant, but he also knew statistics and figured it was worth risking. Knowing full well the most powerful ammunition she possessed, Melba swiftly yanked off her blouse and bra, then hitched her skirt up as she made a most forthright and direct preparation to liberate Adam's cock. "Oh fuck!" she gasped as he sprang to erection and she slathered her urgently slurping mouth all over it.

"Get ... back ... up," Adam grunted, and she obeyed, allowing him to bend her over the copier, flip her skirt up, rip her panties wide open and thrust into her doggie style, reaching far forward enough with his tall frame to grab and squeeze her naked lolling breasts. This was indeed the life. He banged and banged, excited as Melba tried to squeal as silently as possible though orgasm after thundering shatter orgasm.

"Oh my gawd, so this is what SEX is!" she gasped in happy shock. "Oh yeah, FUCK me!"

Adam pumped into her clenching vagina, then slipped out of her and went through his ritual of swiftly wiping up and tucking himself away.

"Now," he said, parodying military discipline, "chin up, chest out -- and go out and slaughter those men out there!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Melba sighed, her eyes sparkling with hero-worship.

My work here is done, Adam decided. He bounded up the steps to his offices.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)