OOC: Sorry, this is a closed thread between Ariosto and SexyChele....
IC: Damn! This project was becoming frustrating, and it was due by the end of the day, too. To top it off, I had tomorrow off, and unless I could finish the project I was working on, I'd have to come in to work.
My brain fried, I went to the breakroom and poured another mug of extra strong coffee. I was in a foul mood, ready to chuck my computer out the window and even forget about my job. I tried to be civil, but it was hopeless.
Naturally, everybody thought the main cause was the project on my desk. What nobody knew was that it had been weeks since I'd had any sex at all, and I was so damn horny it was all I could concentrate on.
I made my way back to my desk, and put the coffee down. I rubbed the back of my neck, and switched the radio station over to some old time rock and roll - maybe that might get me motivated.
As I turned to my computer keyboard, I noticed the folded paper. Now what? I thought of my boss, wanting to give me just one more project for the day. I almost threw it away - pretend I didn't get it. But curiosity got the best of me, and I opened it.
"Hey there, sexy! I know you have a certain 'problem' you've been needing help with, and I'm your man! Meet me in the room 763 in 5 mins, and I promise I'll take care of that for you."
I looked quickly around the office from my cubicle. Who would leave this? And who knew about my "problem". Again, I thought about throwing the note away. But then......there were several men in the office that I wouldn't mind getting to know in a more personal way.
After 5 mins, I went searching for room 763. It didn't sound familar to me, and it took a bit for me to find. And when I did, a frown creased my forehead - it was the JANITOR'S CLOSET!!! Oh, this was a crude joke indeed!! I was about to turn around and leave, when I noticed the door war ever so slightly ajar. Curious, I pushed the door open. Dark, no light. I barely stepped over the threshold, when suddenly I was caught off guard by a hand grabbing my arm and dragging me into the room and closing the door behind me.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Doesn't matter who I am - I'm going to help take care of that problem you have, remember?"
IC: Damn! This project was becoming frustrating, and it was due by the end of the day, too. To top it off, I had tomorrow off, and unless I could finish the project I was working on, I'd have to come in to work.
My brain fried, I went to the breakroom and poured another mug of extra strong coffee. I was in a foul mood, ready to chuck my computer out the window and even forget about my job. I tried to be civil, but it was hopeless.
Naturally, everybody thought the main cause was the project on my desk. What nobody knew was that it had been weeks since I'd had any sex at all, and I was so damn horny it was all I could concentrate on.
I made my way back to my desk, and put the coffee down. I rubbed the back of my neck, and switched the radio station over to some old time rock and roll - maybe that might get me motivated.
As I turned to my computer keyboard, I noticed the folded paper. Now what? I thought of my boss, wanting to give me just one more project for the day. I almost threw it away - pretend I didn't get it. But curiosity got the best of me, and I opened it.
"Hey there, sexy! I know you have a certain 'problem' you've been needing help with, and I'm your man! Meet me in the room 763 in 5 mins, and I promise I'll take care of that for you."
I looked quickly around the office from my cubicle. Who would leave this? And who knew about my "problem". Again, I thought about throwing the note away. But then......there were several men in the office that I wouldn't mind getting to know in a more personal way.
After 5 mins, I went searching for room 763. It didn't sound familar to me, and it took a bit for me to find. And when I did, a frown creased my forehead - it was the JANITOR'S CLOSET!!! Oh, this was a crude joke indeed!! I was about to turn around and leave, when I noticed the door war ever so slightly ajar. Curious, I pushed the door open. Dark, no light. I barely stepped over the threshold, when suddenly I was caught off guard by a hand grabbing my arm and dragging me into the room and closing the door behind me.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Doesn't matter who I am - I'm going to help take care of that problem you have, remember?"