New Years Eve

[sirhugs]

and two people who have been banking the flames of their lust are the only ones left late to close out year end. They are the stereotypical "nerdy accountant" sorts. One goes into the staff room. The other notices the left over mistletoe that the political correctness patrol overlooked hanging by the coffeemaker....

 

[Hypoxia]

And then the tentacles creep in...

Otherwise, the mistletoe triggers the kiss, the grope, the tumultuous fervid coupling on the shaky lunch table (which hopefully does not collapse under their frenetic motions), the snuggle, the repeat fuck, and another... They were each alone at the party so they have no mates awaiting them at home. So, your place or mine? They leave, dissheveled.

They didn't know the surveillance cameras caught everything and a playful security guy posted the videos online. The new couple become company legends for their endurance and athleticism and the number of positions they adopted. They are soon promoted to supervisory posts.

Of course, if the cameras recorded tentacle action, they would be legends of another sort, hey?