Free Dreaming of Jizzy by Y. Falstaff Page A

her client's files to test it and make sure the adjustment worked.
     
    As he stood behind Ginger's seat, Rick's eyes kept glancing over to the corner he expected Candace to come stepping around at any moment. He had noticed in the past that sometimes her bathroom visits were short and other times they were long. He just hoped this day that her visit was a little longer than usual.
     
    “You're a miracle worker! Thanks!” Ginger then happily announced, having successfully entered the client screen she needed.
     
    “No prob,” Rick replied, and then he quickly stepped out of her cubicle and made a bee-line right for that bathroom where he suspected Candace to be.
     
    Turning the corner a minute later, Rick quickly stepped by rows and rows of cubicles and past other employees dressed in their monkey suits and going about their daily routines. All around him, he could hear and see hundreds of employees at work, on their phones, and managers leaning over desks, helping their employees with their random problems.
     
    Turning another corner a minute later, Rick saw the two bathrooms up ahead in a little nook along the back hallway that really didn't lead anywhere but to a maintenance room, which was rarely used. Peeking behind himself and skipping the final dozen feet, Rick did not hesitate and immediately began to execute his well-thought-out plan. The anxiety he felt inside was explosive, and he knew he had to be careful with this.
     
    Leaning in close and listening at the door to the lady's bathroom, Rick didn't hear any chatter or movement coming from the other side. He knew this would be the tricky part, and if he didn't do this just right, he could land himself in real trouble. Swallowing hard and taking a risk then, Rick pushed open the heavy door, and he quickly peered inside. He didn't see anyone anywhere, and as he suspected, the bathroom was tiny with just three stalls.
     
    Rick knew the only real problem with his plan was if, in addition to Candace, someone else was in the bathroom too, but he didn't hear any sounds and didn't see any other souls. Quickly scooting inside the tiny bathroom himself, Rick peeked behind the door and immediately recognized what he was looking for. He knew the janitors, who cleaned the bathrooms a couple times a day, would post a bright yellow sign outside the door, which indicated that the bathroom was being cleaned and to use another in the time being. Seeing the sign behind the door, Rick quickly snatched it up, opened the door, and then placed it right outside the door to the bathroom, warning away any potential users.
     
    Feeling time rapidly speeding up, Rick could also feel the butterflies in his gut were at an all-time fluttering high. It was like he had stirred up a beehive of activity inside of himself, and already, he could almost feel his fat pole sinking deep inside some hot, wet flesh.
     
    Just as he was turning back around then, Rick heard someone breathe out in one of the stalls, and he heard movement, like someone pulling back up their loose clothing. Having fully thought this whole thing out, Rick excitedly unzipped his slacks, and he pulled his sleeping giant from its slumber and held the fat beast in his hand. Smiling and with a cocked eyebrow, Rick waited for the stall door to open. While one hand held his slowly waking giant, his other pressed his thumb up against his middle finger, ready to execute the snap that would make Candace instantly fall madly in love with him. Then, if all went according to plan, his one-eyed titan would be getting a little action right there in his office. Not only would he be getting his rocks off fucking this twenty-something year old beauty queen that ignored his ass for the last few months, but he'd be giving his company a big middle finger all at the same time. This plan was so awesome, he honestly didn't know how he could make it any better.
     
    Hearing the metal latch to the stall suddenly being fiddled with, Rick wasted no