Parasites

Sometimes, my job is boring. Typically, boredom leads to horniness and horniness leads to me fucking my coworkers, but every so often, on days where I made a grave mistake and didn't get enough sleep the night before (turns out sometimes getting fucked all night has drawbacks), that boredom leads to weariness, which leads to me falling asleep at my desk. The worst thing for most people about falling asleep at work is their boss catching them. But for me, it's what my subconscious does with the fact that I'm asleep at work.

As I opened my groggy eyes, waking up into the dream, I felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw the office around me. The nightmares tend to be context sensitive, and I'd only experienced the workplace-based one once before. My cubicle had shifted so that I was located at the far end of the room, with rows of coworkers inbetween me and the break room, bathroom, and exit. My boss and his boss were in the meeting room, facing the glass wall of it, looking right by the entrance for my cubicle. I was in about as public of a space as I could be, and I knew instinctively that the boon of Social Ambivalence wouldn't be in effect for this nightmare: the sexual horror that was about to be unleashed on me would be obvious to anyone that could see it.

As I gathered my bearings, I felt an exploratory slithering in my underwear, as if someone was running their tongue around my crotch, along my thighs, and up my butt crack. I pulled up my skirt, and saw that my underwear had been replaced with a new pair. This set of underwear was purple, and seemed to be alive and horny.