Getting loopy in the office

{if tom_fired = false}"Have a rough night, Warren?" I've been staring into space again. It's Tom. I blink, realizing I've been standing in from of the urinal with my dick in my hand for a couple minutes.

"It was a goooood night," I say with a delirious grin. "But I really need to sleep."

"Well, it is almost lunch time. Hang in there."

"And after work, Victoria asked me to help on a project..."

"Whoa! No rest for the wicked, huh?" He asks. I snort. It was a good joke, considering. "Should I clear my schedule in case the avenging angel will need my help with something?"

I blink, not making the connection for a second. "Oh! I have NO idea. I doubt it. I don't even know what I am going to be doing or where it is happening. I'm trying to keep my cool...and find a razor." I rub my chin. "Then we are going to a fancy restaurant, I guess?"

"I don't know if I should be envious of you, or grateful that it isn't me... Whatever happens, I’ll keep my phone close, just in case.” I nod, then shuffle my way back to my desk, forgetting to wash my hands.

{endif}

I stare into the abyss between the lines of email. It takes me at least triple the amount of time it should for me to send a reply, then I accidentally sent it as a ‘reply all’. I slap myself to help refocus my eyes. Then on the very next email I mistake the sender for another similarly spelled one and read a few of the paragraphs in total confusion. This is not going well.

I make another iced Thai coffee for myself at lunch time, another at 1:00 pm, another at 3:00 pm, and pee every hour in between. My eyes are heavy, but my heart is pounding. Each time Victoria sees me she looks more annoyed. At 3:30 she has had enough.

“You are barely even functional. The email you just blasted the office with was full of typos. Just go home and take care of yourself, then meet at my house at 7:00 pm. Can you handle that?”

Thank god! “Yes, ma'am! ...Thank you. See you at seven.”

{if victoria_clumsy > 20}Victoria rolls her eyes at me, then turns back into her office, slamming her shoulder into the doorway. "Gah! What the..." She takes a step back in surprise at her own clumsiness, rubbing her shoulder, then she carefully resists looking back to see if I saw it happen. I am pretending not to have noticed, though I am as shocked as she is. I just get the hell out of there before she can change her mind.

{elseif victoria_clumsy >0}Victoria rolls her eyes at me, then turns back into her office. As she turns, she stubs her foot on the foot of my desk and grimaces without saying a word. She hides a faint limp as she retreats to her office and closes the door.

{endif}

I concentrate on driving home safely. Once there, I flop onto the bed, still in my office attire, for a couple hours. When My alarm goes off I wake in more confusion. The time of day feels wrong. My body is sluggish. The deepest part of my sleep has been interrupted. I hope it is enough. I will myself into the shower, then shave. After all that, I am still saddled with a heavy grogginess, but I am able to focus my mind again.

She said that there would be a fancy dinner in this for me. I had better dress for that. I get out my dark blue tailored sports jacket. It is the nicest article of clothing I own. I usually save it for formal events. Next I pulled out two pairs of dress pants, then a couple button-up shirts. I decide on the pale blue shirt and grey pants that show off my thigh muscles when the are flexed. I don’t put on a tie, but tuck one on the inside jacket pocket, in case of emergencies. Or in case of emergency bondage... Okay, chances that the night will end with Victoria bound and writhing in ecstasy is slim, but it pays to be prepared. After a final check in the mirror to style my hair, I leave.