Starting the work week.

You’ve never considered yourself a morning person. After rolling out of bed, fumbling your way through a shower, and getting dressed and ready for work, though, you looked presentable, if a bit sleepy. A cup of coffee on the way to the office helped a great deal, and by the time you make it to your desk and clock in, you were awake and ready to tackle the day ahead of you.

The monotony of reading and replying to emails and filling out forms and documents was, in its own way, comforting, especially after yesterday’s strangenesses. You didn’t mind a bit of a **** return to normalcy. After your morning meeting, though, you realized that you might want to make an adjustment in your future morning routines.

You first noticed that your craving had returned when you found yourself idly sucking on a pen at your desk. It was a fairly innocent activity, but the daydreams that started to follow were not. Luke’s “treatment,” yesterday, was in the middle of the afternoon, and apparently your body wasn’t willing to wait until after you got off work for its next dose.

You checked the clock, and saw that your lunch hour was coming up. Theoretically, if you hurried, you could make it to the treatment site, get your fix, and get back just in time to clock back in, but it would be a tight fit. Alternatively, one of the apps you downloaded last night was a “Quick Donor Finder.” If you turn it on and hit “Find,” any men in a five-block radius with the app downloaded will be pinged. You would then see their locations and be able to send one a message, which seemed like a reliable, if somewhat sketchy, last resort. But it was a quick solution, too, which meant you would have time to actually eat a regular meal during your lunch break. And, of course, it would be better than letting your addiction take over completely. After reading some of those horror stories last night, ignoring your condition wasn’t an option you were willing to risk.

As you looked back towards the clock, you noticed that you’d spent a good fifteen minutes debating how you were going to sate your need for cum, and the time had come to make a decision...