“Burning the Midnight Oil”
Stress had been eating away at me the entire workday and I just wanted to leave the office; however, I couldn’t because my department had to meet an impossible deadline. I would’ve given anything for a drink and a massage that night. Instead, I was most likely going to go home to my nagging fiancée, Erica, and her annoying miniature poodle, Holly. As the clock got closer to striking midnight, my team got their shit together and we made enough progress to call it a night. I admit, I wasn’t as relieved as I should’ve been because I was horny and I knew Erica would fuss about me coming in so late instead of giving me some pussy. I had no idea I’d end up finding another way to relieve my stress that night.
“That’s the end of it,” I said to my subordinates. “We have met this quarter’s fiscal deadline. Congratulations.”
“I’m out this bitch,” Leon, my right-hand, called out before strolling over to the elevators.
I laughed and told everyone else, “Goodnight.”
While they all headed to the elevator, I felt the sudden urge to take a piss. So, I headed to the men’s room to handle that. I halfway expected someone to walk in—which always seemed to make my dick hard—but no one ever did. I finished pissing and washed my hands before snapping a pic of myself with my phone to prove to Erica that I actually was at work late. She was always accusing me of seeing some other woman when in reality, I was more likely to cheat on her with another man. Bisexuality remained the ultimate test I had yet to conquer.
I was in the middle of shutting everything down for the night when I heard a noise from the supply closet near my office. I stepped inside to see one of my subordinates, Antoine Ivory, was in there organizing some supplies. Out of my team of fifteen, Antoine was the one who gave me the least amount of bullshit every day. He did what he had to do and never complained about anything. I could always depend on him; and to a somewhat equal extent, Leon to help us advance through the workday. Beyond his dependability, he was sexy as fuck.
“Mr. Ivory,” I said, startling him a little. “You do know everyone else has gone home, right?”
He looked at me and replied, “I know you have to come in here and check all of this stuff before you can leave and I just wanted to help out. You seem a little more…stressed than normal.”
