As Nicole reached over to silence her alarm clock, she thought, "Oh, great. Another Monday." After a few yawns, she decided she had better get out of bed. Monday for Nicole usually meant running meaningless errands for her incompetent boss. Getting him coffee, dropping off his mail, and whatever other items on his agenda were. She just wanted to get this day over with so she could meet up with her friends and do some club hopping.
Traffic was horrendous as always. Some idiot always trying to get somewhere faster than everyone else and in the process causes a traffic accident. When would the monotony end? Nicole finally made it to the office. She drove past those, oh so close, parking spots that all of the CEO's and other big shots had only to find that her normal spot was taken. After finding a spot all the way on the other side of the lot, she began her trek to the office.
As she entered, she received the usual stares by other peons in her building. She had always secretly enjoyed those stares and even invited them by always pushing the limits of the company dress code. She rode the elevator up to the fifteenth floor and thanked God for not having to listen to any more of that awful music. Her office was already bustling with traffic before the 7:30 start time. There's always some little guy trying to make an impression on the boss by working his ass off, only to feel unappreciated when he's ignored for a promotion. Nicole was well past that point. She had spent the past six years at her desk working for one of the top partners in the company and had never even been considered for any type of promotion. She had finally realized that the only way to be somebody important was to either know someone who's already established his or her niche or to fuck somebody that's already important. Unfortunately for Nicole, neither of those were an option. She didn't know anyone and she had repeatedly told herself that she could never lower herself to pleasure any of the corporate pigs at her office.
Nicole's phone buzzed at exactly 7:30. The voice on the other end was her boss and tormentor Mr. Rinker or Mr. Sphincter as other employees dubbed him. It was just the normal routine. Mr. Rinker asking Nicole why she wasn't there at 6:30 working like cute little intern Jenny-who-gives-a-shit was and then asking her to run to Starbucks and get his usual drink, a vanilla frapucino. Nicole hung up the phone and started for the coffee shop. The line was terrible as always and after fifteen minutes of waiting had subsided, she put a lid on the cup and headed back to the office.
She buzzed Mr. Rinker to let him know that she was back with coffee-in-hand. No one answered the line. She figured he was probably talking to another one of his big shot friends. She walked down the hallway to her boss' door and knocked lightly. The door opened a little and Nicole heard something. Not a response or hello, but a low moaning noise. Her curiosity sparked and she nudged the door open a little further. The sight she saw next nearly made her want to burn her retinas so she would never again have to see anything like it. There was all of probably three hundred and fifty pound, baldheaded Mr. Rinker slamming his old, shriveled cock into and out of Jenny-who-gives-a-shit. Nicole quickly shut the door and returned to her desk. She thought to herself, "Huh, must be promotion time again."