David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ...
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe.
Live well!
12. The Pied Pecker --- --- ---- ------
The party of five filed through the revolving door into the law offices where Lydia worked. David had decided that he was going to at least get his mother a raise and probably also turn this Min Li that antagonized his mother into a sex slave. He had unwished the three women pregnant for the same reason he had shortened his penis to a foot and a half: easier travel size.
As they walked through the lobby to the elevators, blonde Gloria Nickman was hurrying some important papers to Mr Harford, who needed them before his 1:30 courtcase. She needed to also get some other papers from Betty Johnson, papers that were crossfiled for--
She wrinkled her straight, delicate nose.
What was this SMELL in the lobby?!
It was like you pulled back the foreskin on a bull and pressed your nose into the nasty pocket underneath!
But this was ... NICE!
She slowed her pace and sniffed at the air. Mr Harford could just wait while she found the source of this delightful odor.
Redheaded Charity Reeves was coming from the other direction, hurrying to get copies of a business plan to the McMahon meeting when she caught the scent on the air.
WHAT was that dreamy--
The two women collided, knocking each other to the floor and scattering their papers in a three foot circle about themselves.
"You got papers in my business plans," Charity complained, pushing her glasses back up her nose.
"Well, you got business plans in my papers."
Charity rolled to her hands and knees, leaned forward and pressed her lips to Gloria's. After several seconds, she leaned back. "Tastes great!" she grinned.
Gloria threw her arms around the other woman and pulled her down on top of her as she pressed her tongue past her lips. "Mmmmm ...."
Charlie Wolford, 56-year-old security guard, had seen the two women collide and hurried to help them. But by the time he got there, the two young ladies were ... kissing?!
He tugged at his collar with his index finger. "Uhm, ladies?" They sure did seem to be enjoying themselves, though. He shook his head. Today's women ....
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Charlotte Raffling hurried the last ten feet to the elevator. "Thank you for holding it," she smiled to the nice young man as she stepped in, then to the corner. "Hi, Lydia," she gave a small wave.
Then blinked. That SMELL!
"Heh, heh," she gave a nervous chuckle as she held the manila folders she was carrying in front of her skirt and moved her other hand behind them.
"How does your husband like his new promotion?" Lydia made small talk. "Not keeping him too busy, is it?"
"Heh, heh, no," she scratched her crotch under cover of the manila folders. "No, Jack likes it, and ... and he's not ... well, uhm ... uh ... you knowowOWOWOW!" she gasped as her eyes widened -- things had to be rewired down there for it to feel THIS good! -- then she shivered. "... uhm, busy."
"Now, did he pick up any new staff with the promotion, or do they expect him to make do with no more people than he already has?"
"No, he, uhm," Charlotte leaned forward, obviously reaching up under her skirt behind the folders. "He's getting-- OHGOD!" She gasped and fell back a step against the elevator wall, dropping the folders and papers to the floor to reveal her hand rubbing at her wet turquoise panties.
"Oooooooh ... OOOOOOHHHH ...!" She slowly sank to the floor and spread her legs wide, openly frigging.
The elevator doors opened and Lydia and her party stepped out. Russ Edgely was standing there, waiting to go down. He was married, but both he and Charlotte lightly flirted with others at work to "help grease the gears to turn a little smoother."
"Charlotte?!" he exclaimed as he stepped on the elevator.
"Oh, RUSS!" Charlotte purred as the doors closed.
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"Okay," Lydia stopped at the outer door of an office suite. It had two panes of glass in it, and she pointed. "I work in that office; Mr Gillespy works in that one."
"Thanks, Mom," David took the penis off his neck and held it forward. "I want to make his secretary immune to my scent. Secretaries do all the real work, and I intend to get you a raise, but she can't make that happen if she's too busy frigging herself. Or humping me."
He stepped to the window to see a sharp-featured, thirty-something blonde shouting at a soft-looking twenty-something brunette with black plastic glasses. "Which one is his secretary?"
"Kelsey. The one that looks like a librarian."
That would be the brunette, then. He held up the penis as the blonde marched to another inner door in the office suite, banged and let herself in. "Let Kelsey be immune from melting into a sex puddle from my cock-scent." He hung the penis back around his neck, then opened the door and all five stepped into the office suite.
"Hi, Kelsey," Lydia smiled.
"Hi, uhm, Ms Moreno. I thought you said you were sick and wouldn't be coming in today. And you probably shouldn't let Mr Gillespy catch you in that bikini."
"I AM sick -- sick of the way Gillespy treats us. And I'm going to give him a piece of my mind."
"You ARE?"
"Yes. I think he deserves it. Don't you?"
"Well, yeah, but-- " She shrugged. How do the lowly correct the mighty?
"Is he in?" Lydia took a step toward his door.
"Actually, no. He's at Mr Bryant's office, meeting with him."
"Probably about pay raises. Or lack thereof."
Kelsey pushed her glasses back up her nose. "Probably."
"Was that Elaine Dreisfield that was bitching at you just before I came in?"
"Yeah ... she's ticked off at something that Tom did, but wants to chew on me for it some too. I didn't have anything to do with it, though."
"That woman has been trying to castrate Tom for the last six months!"
Kelsey just nodded in agreement.
Lydia frowned, then marched to Tom's door and opened it without knocking. "Elaine," she said loudly as she stepped in, interrupting, "you never come over to this suite unless one of your toads tells you that Gillespy is out. Don't have the courage to be such a bitch when one of the senior partners is around to hear you, do you? Well, you're not welcome here. You can just drag your raggedy ass out and work through proper channels!" Lydia pointed toward the door leading out into the hallway.
Kelsey stood, mouth open in awe and awaited the reprisal of the gods. Or goddess, in this case.
Was that a rumbling growl coming from Tom's office?
"Pack your things, Moreno," the blonde snipped as she came around the table. "You're out of here this very afternoon!"
Kelsey's face fell. Well, it was good to watch the underdog while it lasted.
"I will crucify your ass," Elaine continued out to the front office of the suite, "and hang it at the front gate so that none of this other trailer trash (sniff) gets any (sniff, sniff) ... uhm, (sniff) ideas ... (sniff) ... about ... (sniff) ... about, uhm ... (sniff, sniff) ...."
David unzipped and whipped out eighteen inches.
