Free Dreaming of Jizzy by Y. Falstaff

and continued to work away on his emails in-between shoving handfuls of food into his mouth. With it being lunch, his mind wandered repeatedly to beautiful Candace, and he stood up at one point and innocently scanned the floor area. Seeing her seat empty, Rick was giddy with excitement and eager to try out the new wish Jizzy had bestowed upon him before he had left his condo that morning. The images in his mind of him sinking his fat meat-pole deep into her luscious, hot body made him so eager, he felt like a teenage boy looking at his first porno magazine all over again.
     
    A short time later and almost right on schedule at one forty-five, saucy Candace, her hips swaying from side-to-side and her blouse shifting with her weighty boobs, strode right in front of his row of cubicles on her way to the remote restroom. Seeing her long, flowing hair trailing behind her as she floated over the floor in his thoughts, Rick felt the greedy eye open up on the cyclops in his pants again, and he instinctively sensed it was time for some action.
     
    This is what Rick had been plotting and waiting for all day long, and he wasted no time and immediately launched into action. Locking his computer, Rick shot up in his cubicle, and he stepped out of it in hot pursuit of the foxy brunette. If he could pull this off, this would be the fuck of the ages! While it wouldn't necessarily be a story to tell the grandchildren someday, it would definitely go down well at the strip club. But then, just as he started down the aisle after her, something unexpected happened, and he mentally felt a monkey wrench come flying in his direction.
     
    “Oh, Rick! Do you have a minute?” came Ginger's voice from the cubicle right in front of his, just as he was breezing by it.
     
    Cringing, Rick came to an abrupt halt, and he immediately changed his expression and smiled.
     
    “What's up, Ginger?” he happily greeted, swinging around on his heel.
     
    “I don't know what's going on here, but my computer is acting funny. I can't seem to enter the client's database. It only lets me in so far, but I cannot get into the client notes section for some reason. Can you check it out, pretty please?” Ginger asked with a begging expression.
     
    Admittedly, Ginger was one of his favorite people in the office, and as such, he never turned down a request from her. Plus, unlike so many of the other people he worked with, she only bothered him when she had exhausted all her know-how first. On top of all that, it sounded like her problem was the exact same problem he had fixed a few hours before with the person on Nancy's team, and he knew there was an easy fix for the glitch that would only take a second.
     
    “Sure!” Rick happily obliged, and he immediately stepped into her tiny cubicle beside her.
     
    Crouching down and taking her mouse in hand, Rick quickly clicked through the screens, until he found the settings screen he was looking for. Rick knew the way the company password configuration was structured, and he knew every three months it essentially reset and forced the user to create a new password for security reasons. During this last cycle of resets though, the system reconfigured some of the settings for the user's profile for some odd reason, which limited their access to certain screens. The fix was pretty simple if you knew the problem, but many people in the department didn't know the problem or really care about it anyway. For most of his fellow employees, any way they could justifiably get out of work for a few minutes was always something they jumped at.
     
    After waiting for the screen to finally switch over, Rick quickly changed the setting, and then he waited for the screen to refresh and the new settings to then take over.
     
    “Why is it doing that?” Ginger absently asked as she watched him.
     
    “Long story that will bore you... Here, give it a try now,” Rick instructed, relinquishing the mouse and waiting for her to enter one of