Fuck this job!

No, you think, looking at Donna's face twisted in an ugly mask of triumph.

This bitch wants you down on your knees to bury your face in her disgusting pussy? Or what? She's going to fire you? Fuck her!

Rage overcomes your sense of self-preservation.

"Fuck you, Donna," you say and storm out of her office.

Maybe it's the indignity of fucking Ted in the men's room and giving you a facial, followed by a lesbian trying to sexually dominate you, but you can't take any more bullshit. It's not worth it. Fueled by adrenaline, you power-walk through the office. You can see people gophering up from the cubicles, you practically knock over poor Brandon from the art department, but you are focused like a heat-seeking missile.

You storm into the lobby and pivot towards Mr. Perry's office. Your heels click on the lobby's tile floor.

"You can't go in there!" Wendy shouts from the reception desk. She's trying to come out from behind it to stop you from barging into Mr. Perry's office, but it's too late.

You throw open the door and storm into the room. It's neatly appointed in hardwoods and Perry's various hunting and fishing trophies, but those details are lost on you when you see what is happening.

Haley, the mousey junior accountant with the big tits, is on her knees in front of Mr. Perry's desk. Her top is off, her white bra dangling over the back of a chair, and her huge breasts are bouncing up and down. Haley's slapping titflesh is completely swallowing the length of Mr. Perry's cock as he stands in front of his desk.

The flat-footed fuckbuddies gasp in surprise and you see bouncing glimpses of a huge, petrified purple prick, dark pubic hair and Perry's pot belly as he recoils from Haley's cleavage. The young accountant turns, trying to cover her fat, pink nipples and saucer-sized areolas. You can see the glistening lubricant and the friction redness between her tits.

"Just….ah filing..the, uh," Perry struggles to zip up, his face darkening to crimson.

This is not what you wanted to confront. All you can do is get out of there. You turn, pushing the bug-eyed Wendy out of the office with you.

"I didn't see anything," she lies, retreating back to the reception desk. She looks at you and repeats herself.

"Me either," you announce loudly.

You return to your desk because you don't know what else to do. You pass Donna, headed to Perry's office with a smug look on her face, on your way back to your office. You can feel people staring at you for the scene you just made. If only those nosey assholes knew what you just saw. You entertain thoughts of blackmail, of using catching Perry - a family man - titty-fucking his new accountant as a bargaining chip, but you know you don't have the nastiness to follow through on something like that.

Dispirited, you begin cleaning out your desk. You've got the bottom drawers stuffed into a file box when there is a knock at your office door.

"Come in," you say, not bothering to look up.

It's Mr. Perry. He walks in and closes the door. Despite the fact that you've already given up on your job, the fact that he is standing there after what you just saw fills you with tension.

"I had a talk with Donna. She made some accusations about you that are pretty shocking." He holds up a hand to stop you from saying anything.

"Much like my behavior. What you saw going on in my office was totally inappropriate for the workplace. As far as I'm concerned, what you did and what I did are both things we should shut the door on and put behind us."

You want him to know what Donna did to you as well, but you decide this show of mercy by Mr. Perry should not be overshadowed by other accusations. You can get back at her later.

"That doesn't mean I can give you a pass on the spreadsheets," he says. "It is absolutely crucial for the sake of the business that you get those taken care of. If I can't rely on you to do that, I can't keep you around no matter what you're keeping quiet for me."

"I understand," you say. "I'll get it done."

"Good," he says and gives your shoulder a friendly squeeze. Looking up at him and then down to his crotch you realize that your breasts are at the exact same level as Haley's were when you walked into his office. He leaves before your imagination can take that thought any further.

Whew! You managed to have your fun and dodge a bullet. Now it's time to get back to work.