Oh no, it's a threshold breach.

Maximus grumbled at the unknown manager or managers who decided setting the CPU usage threshold this low on a server that routinely breached it was a good idea. They kept making noises about adding resources to the server, but the real problem was the application settings - it was intended to run this hot, so the only way to prevent irritating him was if they raised the threshold trigger.

Sigh.
Another day of documenting issues that weren't, caused by human decisions that were. Issues that is...
Speaking of issues, was his dick trying to get hard right now? What the fuck, CPU usage wasn't arousing, even if this was a porn site hosting server, it still wouldn't be.

Maximus realized he was and had been hearing (and apparently ignoring) quiet moans of female pleasure from across the aisle. What the fuck? Was...Nancy...masturbating?!?

And even with that brain-scrub-necessitating flash of imagining, his dick STILL wasn't going down.

Pushing back from his desk, he locked his laptop (this time) and grabbed a random thickish set of papers, before doing an awkward attempt at shuffling sneakily down the aisle in a half-crouch. Trying to simultaneously avoid any potential Nancy attention, hide his boner, and not trigger his supervisor, he managed two out of three, which was above average for these attempts.

"Maximus! Where are you going?", said Barbara, simultaneously both the hottest woman in the office and the biggest pain in his workday. Of course, given the setting, "hottest" was relative, but she had key features that had even led him to a fantasy or two. Big boobs, and wide hips. His fantasy version had a narrower waist and more padding on the back, not to mention even bigger tits, but the foundation was there.

"I... The restroom, after I drop these off" (Which was partially true, if not the whole story). His dick apparently decided to somehow get harder as he waved the sheaf of papers vaguely at her, sidling down the aisle halfway facing away from her.

"Ok, but be back in 15 minutes or I'm coming to check on you! And lock your computer this time!"

"Yes Barbara, I did."

As he made his escape, he glimpsed Barbara walking towards his cubicle, probably to make sure he wasn't lying. Having a supervisor who thought you were lying 75% of the time was a pain. Paranoid, he thought, but that ass wasn't bad...shit, he was staring at her ass, time to get out of here.