Please accept this story for
Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025
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I planned this story to be a bit different from the result. The story grew to be darker than I had originally thought, but there is a pinch of humor included. Sex in the story is rough, and it may feel that the category I chose for this story is wrong, but I made the choice, so blame me. If you do not like rough sex scenes, please skip this story.
As always, all the characters are over 18 years old.
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When the alarm clock finally woke me and I saw what time it was, I already knew I was going to be late. I had been on a date last night, and it turned out to be a disaster. I should have put a stop to it earlier, but I didn't get the chance because my date just talked, talked, and talked some more, mainly about herself, her looks, and diet. We also looked at a lot of her pictures on Instagram. One of the worst first dates ever. So, when I finally got home, I had only a few hours before I would need to wake up.
"Fuck, fuck...!" I cursed while trying to dress and brush my teeth at the same time.
An important meeting was about to start at the office. Our priority project was at a crucial stage, and I was supposed to give a presentation of my progress on the marketing plan. I ran to my car and tried to write a message to my boss at the same time. It was only 20 minutes before the meeting would begin. I wasn't going to make it.
If I only had turned the date invitation down, but no. A friend of a friend had asked me out several times, and I had finally given in, ignoring past experiences about dating someone with whom I had common friends. Especially female friends.
Women tend to talk about their love life to each other, and when my latest relationship with my ex-girlfriend Sarah had ended, I experienced that backlash of talk and gossip from her after we broke up. As if that wasn't enough, Sarah was a good friend to my boss Ronny and her wife Riley, so the effects were concrete.
Ronny didn't answer my message, so I tried calling him. I felt relieved when he answered.
"Hi, Ron. It's Alex. I'm sorry, but I am going to be a little late."
I was surprised when he replied in a relaxed manner. He told me to take my time and come straight to the meeting room. Everybody would wait, and they wouldn't start without me. I hung up the phone and turned from the traffic lights that were burning red. A few horns blared after me, reminding me of traffic rules, as I accelerated my car.
I couldn't help but wonder why Ronny had been so calm. A few days ago, he had been adamant about me being prepared and on time for this meeting. But I didn't think about it further at that moment.
Ronny and I had a decent working relationship, but we were not friends. He was my boss -- I respected that and vice versa. We had tried to be friends when I was seeing Sarah, but even when we got along at work, I soon found out we had nothing in common outside the office. To be honest, in my opinion, Ronny was weird. I had known him for five years, as I started at my current job, and it felt that his behavior got creepier as time went by.
Ronny's life revolved around work, golf, and jokes, though he never ever joked about golf. It was almost impossible for him to have a conversation without turning everything into a parody. Especially when he was around his male colleagues, it was like he needed to prove something. I suspected that he had some problems in life that he tried to deal with humor as his weapon. Maybe it worked for him, but I just couldn't handle it.
Ronny's wife was another case altogether. Riley worked in the same company as we did, but in a different department, and she hated me. Well, maybe hate is a too strong word, but she didn't like me one bit. Her attitude towards me changed the moment I broke up with Sarah. I had thought about talking to her and clearing things up between us on several occasions, but there never seemed to be a suitable opportunity for that.
I wanted to ask her what Sarah had been telling her about me and our relationship, but I knew nothing that I could say would make her doubt her best friend. That was probably the reason why there never seemed to be a right time to talk with her.
I was five minutes late when I parked my car in front of the office building. I ran to the elevator and pressed the office floor button. It felt that today, the elevator was slower than usual. I looked at myself in the mirror and fixed my clothing. There was no way of hiding that I had left in a hurry and that I hadn't slept more than a few hours.
I ran to the meeting room and greeted everybody. Apologized for being late and started to plug in my computer when Ronny declared that everything was set up already.
"I made the preparations, so you can begin straight away," he said, giving me his trademark smile.
I looked at the screen, and there it was. My presentation's first slide, just as it was supposed to be. The room was filled with department heads and other essential personnel who worked on the project.
'Great,' I thought and started without any further delay.
"Thank you for all coming. I try not to take too much of your time. I have a preliminary plan for marketing and advertising..." I went on without even looking at the screen since I had memorized the presentation well. I relaxed and started doing what I did best.
When I switched the second slide, keeping my eyes on the audience, I noticed some of them smiling just a tad too much, but I didn't let that bother me. I just kept talking. When I changed the third slide, everybody in the room started laughing.
I got confused, and I felt my face go red. I turned to look at the screen and understood immediately that I had been pranked. Instead of my charts there was a disgusting picture of a man's penis covered in scab and a text beside the picture advertised some fungal infection prevention medication.
"April Fools!" Ronny shouted and laughed as I watched the slide, baffled. It took me a minute to realize that it was April Fools' Day, and I had forgotten all about it.
April 1st was a notorious day in our company, and Ronny had been the mastermind of numerous pranks every year. It seemed that this year he had chosen my presentation to be one of his targets. His opportunity to shine in front of the guys.
"Yeah, very funny... very funny." I joined the laugh as I plugged in my own computer.
I wasn't very good at faking a laugh, and I think everyone saw it. Inside, I was boiling. I hated this day. Like last night's date and being late today wasn't enough, now I would have to put up with grown men pranking each other like teenagers. Last year the pranks almost got out of hand, when they started a fire in the coffee room and nearly burned down the whole building. I thought that would have made them take it easy this year, but apparently, no. I was sure that more was to come.
I managed to keep my presentation after everybody had satisfied Ronny with their laughs, but my momentum was gone. I was quite sure that the only thing most of them would remember from my slides was the grotesque picture Ronny had put there. A lot of work for nothing.
After the meeting, I decided to fortify myself in my office and concentrate on my work. The less I needed to talk to anyone today, the better, but just as I managed to sit down, Ronny walked into my office -- he was still laughing.
"God damn, that was a funny start for the day," he said and sat down at my desk.
"Yeah, hilarious," I muttered and started my desktop computer.
When I took a good look at the man sitting on my desk, I got this sound feeling that Ronny spent most of his work time planning pranks and ways to embarrass others, and for a short moment, I thought about asking him if I was right, but instead, I asked.
