Sadly, she can’t.

“S-Sorry, I’ve got a different lunch than you today.” Erica apologized. “It’s Wednesday, remember? It’s my turn to stock the special bargain items in the refrigerated section, so I’ll have my break later to compensate.”

“… right, of course. Yeah, sure, no worries. I’ll… I’ll figure something out.” Leonard replied, before clocking back in from a 5-minute bathroom break. He’d just wanted to double-check the efficacy of his plan, not expecting to get shot down like that.

It was becoming clear that things were starting to slip from his control. Mara was looking like a more and more attractive target for his urges, in more ways than one, and unless he could find something to satisfy his growing need to act on his desires then he would be finished. Either out of a job from misconduct, or dead inside from crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed.

So when Ms. Prift asked to talk to him on his lunch, a not insignificant part of him cheered.

“So… it was positive. I-I have no idea how, but you were right.” his boss stated, with none of her usual mirth. “And, well, it’s not like I can’t raise a child at my age, I just—“

“Right, yeah, sorry to interrupt but could you… help me with… something…?” Lenny interjected. “It’s, um, it’s really important. And f-for the good of the store.”

Ann blinked. Then looked at his fidgeting form, sinking into his chair as he tapped his foot repeatedly, doing a somewhat unreasonable amount of idle action with his legs. “Ah. I see.”

“I’m sorry, this morning was—“

“No, it’s fine. I get it. You had one night with a goddess, and it’s hard to go back to your girlfriend. Thanks for letting Cher-bear know about that, by the way.” she sighed. “Forgive me if I’m not as animated, I’m just trying to reckon with the direction my life is currently going.” the dark-skinned woman noted, sarcastically. “It makes ‘pillow talk’ rather difficult, if you can believe it.”

Leonard’s eyebrows raised, and he asked “Wait, so i-is it okay? I’m sorry that I’m asking now, it’s just Mara is very—“ before Ms. Prift walked over, picked him up, and sat back down with the small man draped across her lap, such that his left side was closest to her breasts.

“Wow, you are light, Cheryl was not exaggerating. Huh. Usually it’s the opposite.”

As his belt was undone by meticulous hands, he stammered “S-Sorry, again, I’m not used to having a l-libido I can act on, usually I ignore it until I just masturbate when I’m b-bored enough.” before asking “But, d-do you need anything, f-from me?”

Ms. Prift raised an eyebrow, chuckling “What, you think you can contribute anything beyond your freakishly hideable manmeat? I’ll be fine, and I’ll take care of Cheryl. Lord knows we needed an excuse to actually commit to something together…” as she yanked off his pants. “You rocked both our worlds, the least I can do is help you finish.” she sighed, taking his growing erection into her manicured hands.

“R-Right, well… b-be careful with the n-nails…” Leonard whimpered. He didn’t actually have that much to worry about, her fingers were dexterous enough that his skin was in no danger of being pierced or scratched by the salon-treated accessories. That didn’t ease his naturally skittish nerves, though.

Precum was now draining steadily from his tip, due in large part to his boss’ masterful ministrations. “Honestly, I thought dating women would have kept me from shit like this.” she muttered. “But, that’s life I guess.”

“Oh… d-do you not like this…?” he asked, concerned.

“It’s fine, I just got good enough at it to know that I prefer being with women. Cheryl though, she’s got diverse tastes. Keeps wanting a strap-on when I have perfectly good fingers…” the thick woman grumbled. “You can tell they’re long, right?” Ann fished, pumping her employee’s member faster and faster. “Wouldn’t you just love a heavy petting session with these mitts? Cause the G-Spot’s not that deep, a lot of people think it’s way in there but that’s just penile bias talking.”

Leonard was finding it hard to concentrate. “S-Sure, that s-sounds great…!” he moaned, as his balls started to throb. Luckily he had enough presence of mind to remember that he should keep from spraying his seed indiscriminately. Though he barely got a couple words out before gurgling a belated preempt to his oncoming orgasm.

Quickly, as the sound was leaving his lips, Ms. Prift took his glans into her own pair. With that sudden situational change came a profound calm, as Leonard’s prevailing concerns were alleviated just as his body forcefully relieved its tensions in one of the most primal methods available to him. The spurts were powerful and plentiful, but the dark-skinned woman had a comparatively easier time gulping them down relative to last Monday night.

After a few minutes of swallowing, Lenny’s dick arbitrarily decided to stop cumming. Good thing too, since Ann’s mouth was starting to dribble from an overfilling of cum. It let her deal with the last dregs before the white gel dripped onto anyone’s clothes, or the floor. She peeled the gooey trails from her chin, dropping the disparate noodles of jizz into her still-full mouth as she slowly worked her way through the loads she had yet to fully swallow.

Four or five noisy gulps later, punctuated by steady breaths, and her mouth was clear, letting her say “I really hope that doesn’t start wriggling around in my stomach…” It was clear that Cheryl definitely got her fully updated.

Lenny panted “I think… it’ll be too small for that…” as he finally started to fully feel like his usual self again. The trash bag of cum from the night before was, amazingly, about the size of an average torso. It had also been the result of successive orgasms numbering in the low double digits, more than twenty or thirty at least.

That said, Leonard was nowhere near done yet. His shaft was still in the exact same erect position, albeit without the brain-numbing urge to ejaculate that had plagued him. “Fuck, how are you this backed up…!?” Ms. Prift gasped, eyes widening. “I guess I can go aga—“

A knock rang out on her office door.

“Shit, hide!”

The closest hidden space was under the desk, so Lenny scrambled for the underside with a body still wracked from post-nut fatigue. He ended up facedown, his upper half hidden while his uncovered lower half still lay in Ms. Prift’s lap. Luckily the desk itself was high enough from the ground to still hide his legs, provided the new visitor sat down immediately.

He sighed as he heard the telltale squeak of the guest chair accepting an occupant.