Steven Basic

Post 170: See You Tomorrow!

Added 2021-04-27 19:59:20 +0000 UTC

I was disgusted with myself. All day, all day I’d spent - my entire Sunday! - in my cheap little bed with its creaky springs. Me, a box of Kleenex, my phone and the creature that lived between my legs. The thick, veined thing that rose to stare me in the eye, that seemed to dominate my every spare moment would not allow me to do anything else. After a Saturday mourning the loss of the huge balloon sculpture of Melissa, dragging myself to the grocery store in a somnolent funk but then crashing out, I’d hoped my Sunday could be more productive. The apartment needed painting, for example. But, no....

I’d lost count of how many times that day I’d pulled up a new picture, or video, or suggestive text from one of the new girls coming to work tomorrow, who all seemed intent on introducing themselves to me with aggressive displays of their figures. Invariably I’d then fap my way into oblivion, passing out right after - only to wake with another monstrous erection. Nicki the Columbia grad, Karen the nurse aesthetician, Nadia the...I think she worked the desk at a hair salon. They were all going to be in my office, tomorrow. Bianca with the steely eyes and perfect torso, young Bess, executive secretary Emily. Most had continued to send me messages, assault me with images, long after Melissa had offered them jobs on Friday, asked them to start on Monday. Friends of hers - Katie and Shanette from the car dealership, Angie from some bank (all also, jesus christ, from Hooters) - seemed like they’d known all along, had prepared their old employers with a little notice. But busty Morgan, Sammi the dancer, Mallory with the hips? They apparently dropped their old positions at a moment’s notice to start with us immediately. Even Lexi with the MBA seemed perfectly happy to leave the executive-level track at the internet marketing firm she was at to take a position with us. Why did we need an MBA? With internet marketing experience? Even new mother Katarina somehow quickly found childcare for her (apparently very hungry, the way she described it to me in multiple, overly-familiar DMs) infant.

So, yeah, my skin was raw; if it weren’t for the lotion I might be bleeding. The soiled tissues and old rags aside my bed were making a small mountain. And as many as there were this weekend, each ejaculate seemed bigger than the last. Where was it all coming from?? I hadn’t eaten, barely sipped at any water since...god...when was my last meal?

There were, also, as far as I’d heard, girls coming from various departments at Evolution Pharmaceuticals, who would be working various tasks related to the upcoming study, mainly in the new wings. They were, officially, to be employees of ours, but these girls were more quiet, and it was really only Bianca of that group whose “applications” I’d seen. Otherwise, my new employees seemed all far too eager to meet me - especially this friend of Melissa’s Angie, with whom I’d made the mistake of briefly engaging in chat over the weekend. She’d been persistent in her texts and DMs, and since she had a rack that nearly rivaled Melissa’s she’d been nearly impossible to ignore. She was already too familiar, too casual with me, and I shuddered to think what tomorrow would bring if I found myself alone in a room with her…