Work

Zeke marveled at this. What the hell was that? Why did that (exceptionally fit) girl have a little white cloud following her. It was almost like… a thought bubble from a comic. Excitedly, he had to stop himself from chasing after the girl to see it again, not that he had much chance of catching her he realized pretty quickly, but he had never seen anything like it. Shaking his head as if to chide himself for imagining the whole thing, he made his way out of the west gate of the park to emerge only a few dozen yards from his office.

He was late again.

Fuck. He would get it in the neck. Ariel, his boss had been watching him like a hawk recently. She was hot, yes. And he would fuck her in a heartbeat given half a chance, but she had it in for him. To be fair, Zeke thought, he wasn’t the best employee in the world and slacked off at any given opportunity, but he loved the job, or in particular, he loved the women in the job. They were all hot. And they all put in an effort, even the older ones to always look their best at work. He had no idea really how he got the job but he was glad he did. He only wished they would take it easier on him… and maybe suck his dick on a daily basis he laughed to himself. Surely that wasn't too much to ask.

As he opened the door and headed in, he smiled and said “Hi”to Tiffany the receptionist. Tiffany, he considered was the only person in the office who smiled and seemed genuinely pleased to see him, and even though she was clearly overweight, her cheery demeanor and tendency to squeeze herself into the most tight fitting clothes made Zeke still want to bang her. However as she returned the greeting, Zeke looked with wonder at the thought bubble that floated beside her head.

“Are you ok honey?” asked Tiffany, and Zeke realized he had stopped still, staring a foot over shoulder, (rather than at her tits as he usually did on the way in)

“Uh sure. Yeah, thanks”, he mumbled and got himself moving again.