In the Hospital with the Virus

 On the news there is talk about a new virus, but you aren’t paying attention as you pack your bags for your business conference. A 3-day conference with your international business partners.

The days are filled with lectures and briefings, and your evenings are filled with official dinners and drinking. By the third day, everything is going well. You have made new contacts and handed out your business cards. Heck, you even hooked up with one of the female junior partners. Over drinks one night, she told you she was bored and horny, and you responded with “your room or mine?” It was quick and energetic for both you and her.

Yes, you are ready to go home.

On the flight, you sleep for most of it, but you remember hearing a number of people coughing and sneezing. You don’t really think much about it.

The next morning, you don’t feel well, but you want to go into the office, file your travel voucher, and write up a report for the people in your office who didn’t attend the conference. You are coughing and sneezing, so you stop by a pharmacy and pick up some over the counter medicine to help. “I probably just picked up a cold.” you tell yourself. You get something to help with your cough and wash it down with a sports drink. Your forehead feels a little warm, but “I’ll just keep drinking fluids. After I do what I need in the office, I’ll go home.”

Once you are in the office, you scan in your receipts, and file your expense report.

As you start working on the trip report, you get an email telling you to “Check your voucher again. The amounts don’t match the receipts.” You pull up your voucher again. “Dammit, I transposed a few numbers.” you curse at yourself. You start coughing again so you take some more medicine.

“Are you doing, okay?” asks one of your co-workers. “Yeah, just picked up a cold.” you respond, but your voice sounds raspy. “You should go home. If you need help with work, just ask.” “I’m okay. I’ve got it. Thanks” you respond.

You wipe your forehead. It feels warm and dry. Trying to focus on the computer screen, the numbers seem to move and swim. You drink another sports drink. It feels cool on your throat.

Feeling woozy, you lean forward. You feel like you are falling. There are voices and screams.

The women in your office are so sexy. They wear such tight skirts and tops.

You just want to bend them over their desks, push up the skirts, pull down the panties and fuck them hard. One after another. Just line them up and fuck them all. Your cock is so hard. It is going in and out. Fucking one after another. Some pussies are so tight, and others are wet and open. You just want to cum. You want to shoot your cum on and in each one.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

“What’s noise?” You open your eyes and try to look around. It looks like a hospital. You try to rub your eyes, but your wrists are secured to the bed.

“What’s going on?” you ask in a whispered croak. In a minute a masked medical assistant comes up. “Oh, you’re awake. Let me get the nurse.” As she leaves, her scrubs look almost form-fitting. So tight. Her ass looks so round and firm. You just want to fuck her. Your cock tries to stiffen, but there is pain. The nurse enters. Her breasts look like they are barely contained by her scrub top. “You look hotter than the other one.” you croak out.

She ignores your comment. “Do you know where you are? You are in the County Hospital. Do you know what happened to you?” As you try to focus on her, her body looks so sexy. You just want to strip her bare and fuck her. As you try to move, she just checks your vitals and makes notes on the form attached to the end of your bed.

“He’s still delirious. Give him his next round of meds and keep an eye on him. Let me go check the others.” She says to the MA and leaves.

All of these women are so sexy. You just want to fuck them all.

There are other patients near you. Each of you are separated by a curtain, but sometimes you can hear the voices.

“Yeah, you are such a slut, show me what you got.”

“Suck my cock, let me show you what a real man can do.”

“Bend over and I’ll fuck that sweet ass.”

You so badly want to be free. The sexy MA pulls the blanket off of you and wipes you down. You see why it hurts to get hard. You are caged and catheterized. As she wipes your body, you are sure she is talking to you. “You are such a bad and dirty boy. Naughty boys wear a cage. Your tiny little dick needed the smallest cage we have.” “Pull it off and suck me.” you try to say, but your mouth feels dry and raspy again.

She finishes, gives you your meds and you drift off again. Or did you?

The curtains are all pulled back. You see seven other men around you. Each one is strapped into their beds with a chastity cage on their penises.

The overhead lights are turned low. The nurse walks in wearing white stiletto heels and a white latex nurse’s outfit.

“You are all pathetic.” she says, “Your tiny little dicks need to be caged so you don’t play with them like the losers you are.”

In her hand she has a white paddle. “I should bend each of you over and spank your sweet little asses.”

“Yes, spank me.” one guy cries.

She smacks her palm with it and the crack echoes in the room. The room is all of a sudden quiet. “You will show me how much you worship me. Each of you will come to me and do as I ask.” She says as she sits down on a tall chair in the middle of the room.

You realize your wrists aren’t secured anymore and you can get up from your bed. All eight of you surround her, naked except for the cock cages each of you wear.

“How may I serve you, Nurse?” you ask. Your voice is soft and quiet.

She hits the palm of her hand with the paddle again. “You address me as Mistress Nurse. All of you, get on your knees!”

The floor is hard and cold on your knees. “You. Crawl over here.” She points and commands you. You walk on your hands and knees and stop just before her. “I want you to clean my right shoe with your tongue.” She holds her foot before you.

“And you.” she points to another man, “Lick the left one clean.” You hold the white stiletto shoe in your hand and slowly lick from the toe, upwards. The polished leather has a strange taste, but you ignore it. “Lick my shoes until they are clean.” she says.

As you lick towards the heel, she stops you. “Good boy. Move back and wait.” she points to another. “You, continue where he left off.” You move back and continue sitting on your knees. The tile floor is cold on your legs.

She continues to command different men to do different things. Her shoes are removed. Her stockings are rolled down and placed neatly by her shoes. As a patient helps unzip her top, she spanks his ass. “Are you getting hard? Did I say that your little worthless dick could get hard?” “No Mistress Nurse” he says turning his ass towards her so she can paddle him more fully. With her latex top unzipped you see that her beautiful nipples are full and hard. She paddles him and commands him to sit.

She has a different patient suck on her left nipple. She looks at you. “You have a good tongue. I want you to use it on my right nipple.”. “Yes, Mistress Nurse.” you say as you crawl back to her.

Slowly you lick around her areola, using the flat of your tongue, moving in a clockwise motion. “Mmmm you are both very good boys. Would you like to suck my nipples?” “Yes, Mistress Nurse.” you both respond. “Suck until I tell you to stop.” she commands.

You put your lips around her firm nipple and softly suck. Then you suck a little harder. “Yes. Good. Suck harder.” she says, a pleasurable tone in her voice.

Her nipple feels so good in your mouth. You suck even harder. You’re getting excited and you feel the pressure of the cage around your cock. “Awwww are you both getting hard? That is only natural. If you continue being good boys, maybe we will see about some release. Stop and sit back down.” she commands.

“They did a good job with my breasts, and now my pussy needs some attention.” She calls over a small thin man. The cage on his dick reminds you of a manhole cover, because it is small and tightly fitted against him. She spreads her legs and flashes her neatly trimmed pussy. “Do a good job and I will reward you.” She says holding the paddle under his chin. “Yes, Mistress Nurse.”

You all watch as he licks her with his long thin tongue. Up and down, and then in and around. She places one hand on his head.

It looks so sexy. “I don’t want to get hard.” you tell yourself. You close your eyes and try to think of something else. Then you hear her moan in pleasure. “Don’t get hard.” you whisper to yourself. She is moaning louder and longer. “No I don’t want this.” you say aloud.

You open your eyes. The room is bright, and you are still in your bed. The nurse and MA, masked and gloved are helping remove your respirator tube. “Doctor, he is responsive.” she calls.

You look around. The room looks to be an ordinary hospital room with just your bed. You have tubes and electrodes connected to you. There are no restraints on your wrists and nothing on your penis except for a catheter. The doctor, masked and gloved, comes into the room. “Do you know where you are?” You nod. “County General Hospital” you respond with a raspy sound. “Good. Do you know why you are here?” he continues.“I was delirious, along with the other men.” The doctor looks at the nurse who shrugs. “You were delirious. You had a high fever and had contracted that virus going around. Have you traveled recently?” You nod and tell him about your business conference. He makes some notes on the electronic tablet. “You just were removed from the respirator; the virus affected your lungs and brain. I think you are over the worst of it. Rest and I will check on you again.”

You try to relax in the bed. You notice that the MA’s scrubs don’t look tight on her anymore, and she is cute, but not unbearably sexy.

“Nurse,” you ask, “Have I been in this room the whole time?” She nods, “You are a respiratory infection risk, so you are in an isolation room.” That makes sense. “Thanks, by the way, how many other patients have it right now?” “There are 7 others of you. That is why we must wear PPE around you. Rest, I will be back with some food.” “Thank you Mistress Nurse” you say. She turns, “What did you say?” You cough, “I said ‘Thank You, Nurse.’ see you in a bit.”

Looking around the room, it must have all been a dream. A fever dream, but only a dream.

Co-Workers - Chapter 3 — "Under the Desk"

 

It is finally Friday. We have been working hard this week. After the Security Guard talked with us about our stairwell adventure, we decided that we would slow down while there were other people at work.

We finished our project on Thursday afternoon it was sent up to management for final approval. I asked you to come in early Friday because I had an idea.

You wearing your favorite comfortable blue skirt and lacy black top with the built-in cups.

You ride up the elevator, and wonder what I have in mind.

You open the door and the overhead lights aren’t on yet. The only light is coming in from the windows. You reach to turn on the lights,

“Don’t do that yet.” I say, “Just come on down to my desk.” My desk is down at the end of a row of cubes. You like it because I always have to walk past your desk to go anywhere. You see me in the low light and I am wearing one of my grey polo shirts and navy slacks.

‘So, what is this about?’ You ask.

“I had an idea. You know how you often flash me and tease me with your sweet pussy? How would you like to start off your day right?”

‘What do you mean?’ You ask with a smirk.

“Everyone was working so hard on the project all week, most of them will probably come in late. That is why I wanted us to come in early. Set your stuff down on my desk. Use my computer and sit at my desk this morning.”

‘Why, what are you going to do?’ and you watch me climb under my desk and sit facing you. “Power things up, sit in my chair and roll closer.” I say in a low voice.

‘What will I say if anyone asks why I am using your desk?’

“If anyone asks, tell them that you have a connectivity issue, and you already called the Help Desk. You don’t have time to wait for them to send up a tech, so you are using my desk instead. And if anyone asks where I am, just tell them that I am somewhere around.” I say with a malicious grin.

You look at the clock on the wall. ‘If we are going to do this, then we need to start. People will probably start showing up in the next 15 to 20 minutes.’ You say as you sit in my chair. You take a moment and transfer your phone number to my phone, and log into the computer.

You make sure you are sitting near the edge of the chair so you can spread your legs.

As you start opening emails. you feel my breath on your thigh.

My soft lips kiss the inside of your right thigh.

My lips feel warm through your pantyhose.

You feel my hand rest on your other thigh, as I slowly kiss closer to your panties.

‘You should have told me to not wear pantyhose today.’ you say in a low voice, even though the office is still empty.

“Do you want to take them off?”

You sigh, slide the chair back and stand up.

‘Can you take them off of me?’ you ask.

I reach up under your skirt. You feel my fingers at your waistband. I slowly pull them down. Moving teasingly slow so you feel the smooth texture of your hose slide down your hips and ass, under your skirt.

I slowly continue sliding them down your legs.

Once they are at your ankles, I slide of one shoe, remove your hose, replace the shoe, and then the other shoe. “Do you want to put these in your purse or my desk drawer?” you smile at that question, but put them in your purse just in case you need them.

You sit back down and roll the chair up to the desk, keeping your knees spread wide.

As you look at the screen at the next email, you feel my head between your thighs again. My lips feel soft, warm, and wet as I slowly kiss the upper inside of your right thigh.

You feel my hair brush against the inside of your left thigh. It feels soft and smooth so you bring your legs slight closer together, so you enjoy both feelings.

The emails you are reading are the normal updates and responses the next upcoming projects.

You try to focus on what you are reading, as you feel my lips on your black lacy panties.

I softly kiss and lick. You feel the texture of your panties slowly moving along your pussy as my tongue and lips press against you.

“Seize the moment now!” you read as the intro to an email from a client.

You feel my tongue lick up and down the crotch of your panties. I taste your dampness through your panties. You try to focus on the email, to see what the client is talking about.

“With the successes during the last fiscal year, that our company has….”

You feel the suction of my mouth over your clit, as I suck your damp panties and clit at the same time. You grab the computer mouse harder as you feel me grab your bare thighs and suck on your pussy.

You curse under your breath.

“that our company has enjoyed our relationship with you, we are looking at expanding..”

I stop sucking and slide the crotch of your panties to the side.

You spread your legs wider as you feel my slick, wet tongue slowly licking your damp pussy lips going up…. across…. down….and… around.

“we are looking at expanding our existing contracts and possibly adding new orders.”

My tongue slides deeply into your wet hungry pussy and my nose rubs your bare clit. It feels so good, you put one had under the desk and grab my hair. I grab your hips and pull your crotch tightly against my mouth. You feel my tongue deep inside of you.

You close your eyes and lean your head back in pleasure, feeling me lick up and around your clit. My tongue feels so good licking around it and then I suck it again. You feel my mouth suck your clit harder. If feels sooooo good. You tighten your thighs around my head.

The office door opens and the overhead lights come on.

‘Don’t stop, I am so close.’ you whisper.

You hear someone walking down another aisle and sitting down a few desks away.

I release one hip and you feel my fingers slide into your wet open pussy. My fingers are working in and out, twisting and thrusting as suck your clit harder. You cover your mouth so you don’t moan, but you know that you aren’t completely silent. You feel your pleasure flowing. You bite your lower lip, and breath harder through your nose.

“Oh, you are here too.” you hear a voice call overtop of the cubes. “Why were you sitting in the dark?” He asks.

‘I had…. ah … problem with…….my connection…. and the…. morning light…. through the windows…..was nice.’ you say trying to keep your breathing steady.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You feel my fingers slow down the thrusting, and I lick quietly lick around your clit. ‘Yea. Have you opened your emails? I think one of our biggest customers might want to add some new orders. I am reading it over right now. You should open it.’ You say.

You hear him sit back down, and clicking on his keyboard.

You sigh, look down, and whisper ‘This feels so good, but I need you to stop.’ You slowly roll the chair back and I crawl out from under the desk.

I stand up and kiss you. My mouth is wet with your juices and you taste your pussy on me. “You were so wet. Do I need a towel for my chair?” I whisper in your ear.

You nod and smile as you stand up, grabbing your purse, and say, ‘I need to use the restroom.’

“Should I follow you?” I whisper. You sigh, ‘Not right now. Maybe later.’ You kiss my cheek and walk away. I get some paper towels from the kitchenette, to clean up my chair.

You return from the restroom with your pantyhose back on, set things on your desk, and then walk down to my desk.

I look up from my computer screen, as you lean over me, whispering ‘Here, take these home and bring them back all clean.’ You kiss my cheek as you press your wet panties into my hand. “I will.” I say in a low tone as I put them into a pocket of my computer bag.

In a louder tone, you say. ‘So, what do you think about the email from our client?’ “I haven’t finish it, yet. Did IT fix your connectivity issue?” ‘I think so. Let me check it.’ you say as you return to your desk, log into your computer and pull up the email.

A chat window pops up. “Thank you. Tell me when you want me to continue.” ‘I will.’ you type as more people come into the office. It is definitely time to start the workday.

(This is the 3rd of the Co-worker stories.  If you like these and want more, leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you next time.)

Going Berry Picking

You watch me walk into the kitchen, wearing only a pair of shorts and heading straight for the coffee pot. You are sitting at the kitchen table, eating toast with strawberry jam on it, as our kids are in the living room, eating bowls of cereal and watching some cartoon show.

As you bite into the toast, the store-bought jam tastes too sweet but yet almost bland. You look at the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, and remember making berry jam with your parents. The memory of going behind your house in the summer and picking berries is so fresh and clear in your mind.

I sit down with my mug of coffee. “What’s up? You look like you are thinking about something?”

“We should take the kids berry picking.” You say in a soft, almost wistful tone.

“What’s that?” I ask, not sure I heard you correctly.
You look me directly in the eyes and say more confidently. “We should take the kids berry picking.”

‘Hon, I know you had berry bushes behind your house when you grew up, but unless you magically planted things last night, we don’t have any.” I say in a joking tone.

“No, smart ass.” You say as you pick up your phone and do a quick search. “About an hour’s drive into the country are a number of ‘pick your own’ farms.” You then show me the screen.

I take your phone and scroll down the screen. “Some of them aren’t in season yet.”

“Fine, skip past those and choose the ones that are.” You say in a confident tone.

After I finish scrolling, I hand you back your phone. “So, if we pick them, what do we do then?”

Very confidently you say “Freezer Jam.” You see the confused look on my face. “My parents would make two types of jam when I was growing up: traditional and freezer jam. We could do either, but I think freezer jam would be easier with the kids.”

“Do we have everything we need? Don’t we need to have glass jars and a pot of boiling water?”

You lean back in your chair and smile. “Nope. That’s why the first jam I learned was freezer jam. We just need plastic containers, sugar, and fruit. I think dad would use lemon juice when he didn’t have pectin.”

“What’s pectin?” our daughter asks as she puts her dirty cereal bowl in the sink.

“Rinse it first.” You remind her. “It’s a sour flavor added to jams and jellies.”

“Oh.” She responds as she rinses her bowl and puts it in the dishwasher. “Are we doing anything fun today?” she asks both of us.

You smile broadly. “A road trip and berry picking!”

“Berry picking? Yea!” our son says as he puts his empty bowl away too.

“Put on jeans and t-shirts you can get dirty in.” you say as they take off for their bedrooms.

You hear me sigh. “Does that include me?”

You get up, lean over, and hug me from behind. “This will be fun. Wait and see.”

After driving for about an hour and a half, you find the farm you want. You hear me grumble a bit when I have to pay to park, then there is an entrance fee, and then we’ll pay for whatever fruit we pick. “Dear, they have to make money somehow. Besides, when we’re done, you’ll enjoy it.” You say and kiss me on the cheek.

The small building with the scale has a stack of shopping bags, and you have everyone take one. “How much do you think we’re going to pick?” I ask.

“We’ll pick until the kids are tired. Come on.” You say, taking my hand.

We get to a row of plants that are loaded with berries.

“Kids. Watch how Mommy does this.” You bend down, hold the berry with one hand and the plant stem with the other, and pull until the berry comes free. “Be careful not to squish the berry or to pull out the plant.”

“OK” they both say and show you that they can do just as you did.

In no time, both our kids are moving thought the rows of berry plants, picking, dropping in the bag, then grabbing the next one.

As you are bent over, grabbing berries, you hear me say “I see something that I would prefer grabbing.” Then you feel my hand softly caress your ass through your jeans. “When you bend over like that, I love how your ass looks so round in those jeans. So ready to be…”

“Dear, I need you to do your part and pick berries too.” You then stand up and whisper in my ear. “When we get home, we’ll be all sweaty and I’ll need your help in the shower.”

I nod, and grin, remembering the last time we had shower sex. “Ok.” I say and kiss you.

My lips feel soft and damp against you. “Focus on berry picking first.” You say and wink. You see me move down the row and start filling the bag, keeping close to the kids.

The sun feels hot on your skin as, you quickly fill your bag.

“Mommy! Look how many I have!” our daughter says as she brings her mostly full bag.

“I’ve got more than her.” Our son says as he comes up behind her.

“Wow!” you say in an exaggerated tone. “You worked so hard. If Daddy is ready we can go and check out.” You see me following behind them, picking up a few loose berries that fell out if their bags. You smile at that and then tell the kids. “Make sure you grip the top of your bag so you don’t spill what you picked.”

Both of them watch how you gather the mouth of the bag closed and wrap it around your index finger, then grip with fist. They both try to do it. “Just hold them tightly closed.” I say as we go to the scale house.

The clerk wearing a t-shirt with the name of the farm, and bib overalls, watches as we place all four bags on the scale. “That’s almost 6 pounds.” She says. “You folks had a good time out there.”

You see her put the 4 bags into a large paper bag and then staple the receipt on it. I pull my wallet out and pay for it. “A little more expensive than the store.” I say under my breath. “But, wait until you taste them.” You say in a low tone. The clerk nods and smiles, as she hands you the bag. “Remember to rinse them well.”

“We will” I say and wave as we leave.

During the drive back home, you place your hand on my thigh and hum along to the music on the radio. Looking in the rear-view mirror, you notice that both kids are asleep.

“I think we tuckered them out.” You say quietly and lean against me. “Thanks for doing this. I forgot how much I missed it.”

I put my arm around you. “If your parents still had that house, we could have spent vacations there, but…”

You slowly nod. “They retired, sold it, and moved to retirement community down South.” Leaning against me, you feel my sweaty t-shirt. “When we get home, you are definitely taking a shower.”

Pulling into the driveway, you notice the kids are still asleep, so you grab the fruit “Let me put this in the kitchen first.” You say quietly. I nod, get out, and then unbuckle our daughter from her safety seat. You see her drowsy form, gripping me as I carry her in, then straight to her room.

A moment later I carry in our son. “Let them sleep for a bit.”

I nod, “They’ll probably wake up while we are in the shower.”

Stripping off our dirty clothes, we take t-shirts and sweatpants to change into, just in case. Our kids have woken up and interrupted us too many times, to not plan for that to happen.

I have the water already running, as you set the clothes and towels by the tub, and close the door. I kiss you and you feel my hands on your arms. “You look beautiful just standing there.”

You kiss me back, but also motion me to get in the shower. “I know, but stop wasting water.”

The water is warm but not hot. We both move around so we rinse the sweat off of us, then taking washcloths and soap, we lather each other up, facing each other. You feel my soapy hand and washcloth move around your breasts, and across your chest. You do the same to me, then we move around so the shower head rinses the soap off of us. I lean forward and lick your left nipple. “You are always so tasty.”

You feel my tongue and then my mouth as I suck it. You grab my head and pull me closer, then reach down with the washcloth and start washing my dick. As I continue sucking your nipple, you feel me reach behind you and wash your back, then down to your ass. I stop sucking and straighten up. The motion of your hand and washcloth has my dick hard for you. “I need to finish washing it clean, if you want me to suck it.” You say playfully. I move so the shower head sprays down my front, rinsing the soap off.

You squat down and get closer to it. “Let me check it to make sure it is clean”. Then you wash my balls as the other hand strokes my shaft. You continue stroking as you work the washcloth under and along the crack of my ass. The tip of my cock is so tempting. You kiss it and then lick around it. You feel me brace myself as you take me into your mouth. My hard cock presses down your tongue as you suck and bob your head back and forth. I must be excited because you already taste my precum, so you back off and stroke me looking up.

“Hold off for a moment.” Then you stand up, bend over, with me still blocking the water from the shower head. Pressing against the back of the shower you, feel me grip your hips and slowly feed my hard wet cock into you. I pull you slowly against me. The water creates that weird friction of wet skin against wet skin. You reach down and rub your clit as you feel me go deeper into you. My hard dick feels good inside of you, so you press back against me as I grip your hips tighter and pull you back and forth. Then I pull you tightly and hold you, as my cock throbs inside of you. You feel me cumming, which excites you and you close your eyes and feel your own orgasm.

Knock — knock — knock. “Mommy, are you and Daddy in there?” you hear our daughter ask.

“Yes, Baby. Mommy and I are showering. We’ll be out in a minute.” I say.

We quickly rinse off, dry each other, then put on the sweatpants and t-shirts. “You planned that well.” I tell you with a wink and a smile.

“Don’t I always. Now lets go make some freezer jam.” You say and kiss me.

(Come back next week for “Making Freezer Jam”. If you enjoyed this, like and leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. Be seeing you..)

The Holiday Parade

 A month ago, you got a call from an old neighbor asking if you would drive your truck and trailer in the parade or let someone else. The man who used to do it, no longer can, and even though you aren’t an active member, you are still on the rolls, and it would be a great help to the organization. You agree to do it. When you were a kid, your parents were both active in the organization. Helping with the parade, community cookouts, bake sales, etc. You even remember walking in the parade behind an old truck, handing out flyers and bottles of water to people along the parade route. Your parents paid for your Lifetime membership when you finished college and moved near your hometown. You even attended a few meetings of the “Men’s Group”, but after a while it seemed boring to you, and you stopped. Some of your neighbors still attend and tell you what’s going on, but you just politely nod.

You really didn’t have anything planned for the holiday, so you agreed. A letter from the parade committee arrived telling you where you and when you need to be.

So this morning you swept your flatbed trailer clean, cleaned out the bed of the pickup, connected everything, and headed out.

According to the directions, everyone is in the large parking lot of the shopping center at the edge of town. That makes sense, it is a large open area, room for folks to park and set up their floats and then line up on Main Street. Your spot in the parade is #156. Near the back but not at the end.

After you park, you wait for the others. You aren’t really sure who will show up. You don’t remember the Men’s group talking about the Parade. They focused on the Cookout afterwards.

Soon a couple of cars park near you. A few women get out, pulling coolers, bags of ice, and water. “Is the is the truck and trailer, this year?” an older woman asks. You drop the tail gates to both the truck and trailer. “Yes, ma’am it is.”

She puts down her cooler and grabs her cellphone. “Mable, bring the decorations and the sign. Yes, his trailer is perfect.” she says and hangs up. More women show up, some by themselves and others with kids in tow.

“That’s right, the parade was always the responsibility of the Women’s auxiliary.” you think.

You help where you can, but you almost feel like you are in the way. The women quickly tape and tie signs, streamers, and balloons all over the trailer and back of the truck.

You see one of the younger women, a summer blonde, wearing shorts and a halter. “How can I help?” you ask. She smiles at you. “Can you help move the cases of water from the back of my car?” You nod and happily assist. After about 15 minutes, everyone who volunteered arrived and is on either the trailer or the back of the truck.

The older woman who talked to you this morning, shakes your hand. “Hi, I’m Darline. I think we are ready. Do you need anyone inside the truck with you?” You smile back, “No. I know what to do. Let’s go. We are spot #156.” you say and climb in behind the wheel. You drive very slowly to ensure that no one bounces or falls out.

Your spot is not too bad. There is a church choral group singing on a flatbed trailer in front of you, and a kid’s gymnastics team behind you. You look at your watch and you have about 30 minutes until the parade starts. When you were a kid, you hated this.

Some of the ladies are already passing out water to the people at the side of the street.

The sun is bright, and the air is still and hot. You can’t wait to get going.

“Would you like a water?” It’s the blonde. “Thanks, but I thought these were for the spectators.”

“Yes, but we can’t have our driver sweating and becoming a heat casualty, can we?” She smiles broadly as she hands you a cold-water bottle.

You take a sip, and it feels really good. “Thanks, I must have been thirstier than I thought.” you say. “Thank you…”

She extends her hand, “I’m Carrie.” You shake it and smile back. You don’t see a wedding ring, but it is a hot day and maybe she took it off.

A motorcycle goes down the line. “The parade starts in 5 minutes.” the driver calls on a bullhorn.

You start your truck again and hear other vehicles up and down the line get ready. The choir ahead of you is singing a gospel song you don’t recognize, but then again you aren’t a religious person.

Once the parade starts, your job is easy. Keep focused on driving. Keep your speed slow and keep the distance between your truck and the trailer ahead of you, a steady and safe distance.

Aside from the choir in front of you, you hear marching bands; probably from the local schools; sirens from the fire engines and police cars; and cheers from the spectators along the route, cheering and waving to each group as they pass.

“This isn’t too bad. I could do this next year if they need.” you think to yourself.

After driving very slowly for over an hour you arrive at the center of town. The local politicians are all waving as an announcer reads the names of each group as they pass.

You hear your group’s name and cheers erupt from the back and the trailer. You continue following the vehicle ahead of you, until you see the large parking lot where the parade is breaking up.

You park in an empty space. Getting out and stretching your legs for a bit you watch all of the women climb off. Some are hugging and congratulating each other for another successful year. You see Darline “I’m happy that everyone’s happy but why is everyone so happy?” She smiles broadly. “We handed out all of our flyers and most of the water bottles. The crowd was happy to see us, and we feel appreciated by the community. We should have a successful cookout this afternoon.”

“Okay. I’m happy you’re happy.”

“Can you drive some of back to the other parking lot? So, we can get our cars. Plus, we need to undecorate your truck and trailer.” She asks.

“Of course. Whenever the road is clear.” She points to a detour sign “Follow that.” Then she turns to the ladies. “Ladies, those of you who need to get your cars, please get back on the trailer. Our gallant driver will return us to the beginning. For those who don’t, we will see you at the cookout.”

In a minute, she bangs on the side of your trailer. “We are loaded and ready.”

You look in the mirror and see a few women sitting down. You hold a “thumbs up” out the window and go. The women cheer. It takes less time to return but you still go slowly. Once you park, they start pulling off signs, streamers, and balloons. Someone has a large trash bag for all of the rubbish. The signs are all stacked and taken by a woman you haven’t met yet. “It must be Mable, who Darline talked to on the phone.” you think to yourself.

“Thank you again.” Darline says, “It is good to see you younger fellows taking part in the organization.”

“Happy to do my part.” you say without thinking.

“See you at the cookout.” she says as she heads to her car.

“Are you going to the cookout?” asks Carrie, who looks to be the last one.

“She really is beautiful” you think to yourself.

“Ah, I really hadn’t thought about it. I’m not really active in the organization.” She stands closer to you, “You really should. At least have a plate of food. Maybe you and I can talk in the shade.” she says with a flirty smile. “See you there.” she says walking away and swaying her hips.

You drive home and drop off the trailer, then head to the organization park.

When you were a kid, your parents would take you to the park to play.

Pulling up into the parking lot you see “Civic Organization Open Cookout! All are welcome!” “How old is that sign?” you ask yourself. “It can’t be the same one I remember as a kid.”

There are a lot of cars. Mostly older models. You hear laughter and music. Kids are running and playing, as you head for the pavilion. You smell the smokey scent of various grilled meats. Grabbing a plate you get in line. The food all looks so good, and you fill up your plate with your favorites.

There is an empty table, so you sit. A few older people look at you and smile. They look familiar but after a while they all do.

“His parents would be so proud of him.” you hear the voice of one of your childhood neighbors say. You look over to see Mr. and Mrs. Jones talking to Darline. You hadn’t seen the Jones’ in a long time. You wave back and take a bite of food.

“Is this seat taken?” You hear Carrie ask.

With your mouth still full you try to stand up and motion for her to sit down, but it doesn’t come off as smooth as you would like. Regardless she smiles and sits.

“It really is nice to see you here. The ladies all appreciate what you did.”

Finally swallowing and clearing your mouth. “It really wasn’t that much. Anyone with a truck and trailer could have done it.” you respond humbly.

“That might be true, but we called around to rent a truck and trailer and that would have been half of our parade budget. We lucked out when the Men’s committee told us they had a member with a truck and trailer. I think we were surprised to see you, being we don’t see you here often.’

“I came because I was asked.” you answer truthfully.

Both of you chat and eat. From time to time some older friends of your parents come by and ask how they are doing. More than one person tells you how happy they are to see you here. You and Carrie continue talking and relaxing. When the live band starts, you both clap and sing along. “Do you dance?” she asks. “I haven’t in a while.” you answer.

She pulls you on the dance floor during a quick song. You do your best to move in time, but you are out of practice. She smiles and moves closer as the next song is slower. “Can you dance to this one?” she asks. “I’ll give it my best.” This is easier, as you hold her tightly against your body. She feels warm and comfortable in your arms. It has been a while since you slow danced, and you are getting hard. You try to focus on your feet but her hands in yours feel good and her legs against yours feel so right. The song ends. She kisses you on the cheek and sits down.

As you sit down too, “I thought you might need a moment to sit down and ease some of your excitement.” she says glancing down. “I’m glad you are happy to dance with me, but I don’t think you want everyone to see you aroused.” she continues in a low tone.

You smile back. “I think we have two options. 1, we sit here, and you try to ‘calm me down’ or 2, we go somewhere, where you can make use of it.” You wink.

“I know where to go.” She says as she takes your hand. You go into the building. Most folks have been going in and out primarily to use the toilets and washrooms.

She leads you down a hall with doors marked “Meeting Room”. She takes a key from her pocket and unlocks a door. The room is dark, and she doesn’t flip on the lights, but there is a little light from the window. You see a table, with chairs around it, and along the walls are a couple of couches. She locks the door behind you.

Leading you to one of the couches she strips off her top showing her small firm breasts.

“Show me what you’ve got.” she whispers.

You undo your shorts and drop them on the floor. Your hard cock making a tent in your underwear.

She gets on her knees and pulls your dick free. “I wish I could turn on the lights so I could get a good look at it, but I like how it feels.” she says in a soft voice. She licks the tip and then down the shaft. “You taste good too. But I really want you inside of me.” She stands up, kisses you and pushes you onto the couch.

Stripping off her shorts and panties, she gets on the couch and lowers herself on you. She feels so wet and warm as she guides your hard cock into her. Going down and up, taking more of you each time she goes down, she finally gets all of you inside of her. She rocks back and forth. Her breasts rubbing against your t-shirt. You pull it off, and feel her nipples rub against yours.

She rides you harder and faster, bouncing up and down on the couch. You start to moan, and she puts her hand over your mouth. Nodding you keep your lips together as she rides in slower, longer motions. Her clit rubbing against your trimmed pubic bush.

She bites her lower lip trying to muffle the sound. Then she grips you tightly as she cums.

“I’m not done yet.” you whisper in her ear. She nods and climbs off of you. Before you can do anything, she is sucking you. Her mouth and tongue feel almost better than her pussy. She sucks you deeply as she strokes your shaft. You put your knuckle to your mouth and bite as you cum.

She then stands up and kisses you, putting your cum into your mouth. You’ve never had someone do that. You swallow but are still surprised. “Why did you do that?” you whisper.

“It’s yours. I thought I should give it back to you.” she whispers playfully.

Quickly you get dressed. “Now go to the restroom and wash up. This way, people won’t ask where you were.” She says as she leads you into the hallway.

After taking a few minutes to clean and wash up, you head back to the pavilion. Carrie follows behind you and takes your hand. “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon. But I should go home. Maybe I will see you around.” she says as she kisses your cheek.

You watch her walk away. One of your parents’ friends comes up, “I am glad to see you. That is what this organization needs, more of you younger people. Are you going to start being more active?” You look at him and smile. “I think so. If fun times in the organization are like this, then I need to be part of it more often.”

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Co-workers - Chapter 2 — "Emergency Stairs"

During the day, in the office, you have been teasing me.

Every so often, when I come near your desk, you raise up your blue skirt, and show me your legs. I come over to show you one of the documents I’m working on. You lean forward to rub your breasts against me.

No one in the office notices what we are doing.

I whisper in your ear, “We can’t do the lunch thing again, but I have an idea, if you can wait until the end of the day?”

I slowly rub the back of your skirt. You feel my hand slowly caress your ass. You knock a pencil off your desk. “I’ll get it. I say. I go under your desk and grab the pencil. As I come up, you spread your legs and flash your panties.

I wink and smile as I hand you the pencil, grab my document, and say, “Thanks for you input. I’ll make those changes.”

I look around to make sure that nobody is watching and I lean in to you.

“When the day ends, stop by my desk. I definitely have an idea for you.”

Before I walk away I look down at your black lacy top, and even through your black bra I see your lovely hard nipples.

As I walk back to my desk, you look at the clock. 3 hours until the end of the day. ‘I wonder what he has in mind?’ You ask yourself.

The building we work in is a multi-story office building. We work on one of the upper floors. As the day is almost over, you notice people packing up, powering down computers, turning off coffee makers, etc. You power down your computer, grab your purse, and slowly walk towards my desk.

I am putting away what I was working on. I look up. “Are you ready to go?” I grab my computer bag, and take your hand. “Follow me.”

Instead of going towards the elevators, I head down a different hallway. There is a red painted door with a sign “Emergency Stairs.”

‘Wait. What is this?’ you ask. We enter through the door.

“I checked this out earlier. These concrete stairs are designed to provide an exit in case of an emergency. No one uses them.” I say and I kiss you as the door closes.

There is a landing and thick iron railings. I back you up against them.

You feel my tongue in your mouth and my hand between your thighs. You lift your top over your breasts and one of my hands caresses your breast. I slide my fingers under your bra and rub your right nipple, as my other hand rubs your pussy through your panties. You feel the texture of your panties rubbing your lips and mound.

You rub your back up and down the railing.

I stop kissing you and kiss the upper part of your left breast then I stop rubbing you and pull your round breasts from your bra.

Your nipples are so hard.

I lick around the left one, as my fingers slowly roll the right one.

You feel my other hand between your legs again. I slowly rub your pussy feeling the dampness of your panties.

I suck your left nipple firmly.

You grab the railing with both hands. It feels cold.

You moan a bit and you realize that it echoes against the painted cinderblock walls.

You tighten your lips, as you feel my fingers slide the crotch of your panties to one side.

My fingertips slowly rub up and down your pussy lips. Moving along them but not entering. I rub your juices all along your wet lips.

I stop sucking your nipple and get to my knees.

“I want to taste your sweet pussy” I say in a low voice. You are sure that it is echoing down the stairwell.

You feel my hands raise your skirt and then slide the crotch of your panties to the side, as you spread your legs a bit wider, and rest your ass on one of the rails.

I slowly lick between your pussy lips and then up and around your clit.

You feel my fingers push back the hood of your clit and my warm wet mouth sucks it.

You place a hand on my head as I suck your clit harder. You feel the suction as I slide two fingers into your wet pussy. I work my finger in and out, thrusting and twisting, as I alternate between sucking and licking your clit.

It feels so good. You try to suppress a moan, but it sounds like a muffled grunt. I work my fingers faster.

‘I want you to fuck me,’ you pant. You feel pleasure moving though you.

I stand up, I kiss you hard. You taste your pussy on my mouth.

“You were teasing me earlier. Since then I wanted to just bend you over and fuck you hard.” I whisper in your ear.

I turn you around and have you lean on the railing.

Your breasts feel the cool air down the stairwell.

I raise your skirt over your ass. I kiss a firm butt cheek, and then you hear me undo my pants. You grab the railing as you feel me rub my hard cock up and down the crack of your ass.

“I love your ass and pussy.” I whisper in your ear, as you feel the tip of my cock thrust into your open pussy.

I put a hand over your mouth as I thrust harder. I slide in and out of your wet pussy so smoothly. I reach my other hand down and rub your clit.

“Do you want to cum?” I ask in a low voice.

You nod. I rub your clit harder and faster as I thrust deeper into you.

As I fuck you harder, the railing is hard against your chest. I keep going.

You try to moan, but my hand is covering your mouth firmly. There are noises but they are coming from me.

My cock feels so slick inside of you. “I am going to cum.’ You hear my voice echo down the stairwell. I thrust and hold it. You feel my cock pulse inside of you as my fills your wet pussy.

I turn your head and kiss your mouth. Then I slowly slide my softening cock from you as cum drips from you.

We take a minute, and fix our clothes. We walk down the stairs until we get to the lobby. Most everyone else is grabbing their car keys or cell phones as they go out the front doors.

The building security looks at us. He motions for us to come to him.

“I am glad to see that the Emergency Stairs are working for you. There are a few people who use them for exercising.” He says with a grin.

“Next time you want to exercise on the stairs, warn me first. My console lights up when the doors are opened. If you tell me that you are taking the stairs instead of the elevator because you are trying to “get in your steps” or some other form of exercise, then I know there isn’t an emergency. And if you are coming down from upstairs, just call first.”

We both nod and thank him.

“One last thing, I heard you breathing hard, from walking, so you might need to exercise more often. The stairwell echoes. I’ll have the cleaning staff make sure that your sweat is wiped up, We don’t want people slipping and getting hurt. You folks enjoy your evening.” He says with a large grin.

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AAA Detective Story - Checking out the Surrealist - Part 5

 

The room is quiet aside from the sound of the fluorescent lamps. Lena’s shoulders droop for a moment. “I haven’t used that name in a while. How did you know?”

Ken points to a covered couch. “Can we sit, if we are going to talk?”

She nods and removes her paint smock, hanging it on a hook near the canvas she was working on. She is still wearing the same plain looking dress from earlier. Ken stands by the couch and waits for her to sit before he does.

“So, Mister Cooper, how did you know and who are you working for?” She asks in an almost resigned tone.

“I’m employed, as I said earlier, by a wealthy man who wishes to purchase some of your artwork. But as you know, there are people claiming to be someone they are not and sometimes selling other people’s work. I was hired to make sure that ‘Charles Pauline’ was real and not some sort of conman…..He’s fake but you are real.”

She slowly nods. “Ok. So, what are you going to do with this information? Sell it, extort something from me? Try to use it to control me?”

Ken goes almost wide-eyed with the accusations. “No. You misunderstand. I won’t do anything with it. But if you explain to me, why the deception, I will tell my employer that Charles Pauline is an artist worth investing in.”

She leans back in the couch for a moment, her small frame looking as if it was about to be swallowed by it. She notices the cigarette pack in his pocket. “Puis-je avoir une cigarette?” Her voice sounding soft and almost lost. He pulls out the pack and hands her one, then flips open the Zippo. She slowly inhales and then coughs, before leaning forward and inhaling again. This time she slowly exhales a small cloud. “You know you Americans got me smoking again. After the camps.”

He lights himself one. “So, the last article I could find on you was in May of 1936. What happened to you after that?”

She explains that she went to Spain to fight with the Republicans, then fled to Paris. When the Nazi invaded, she and her lover Angelique were arrested as communists, and forced into the labor camps, where Angelique died.

Ken finishes his cigarette. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I suspected it because of your art. But I’m sorry for what you endured.”

She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “Damn you for making me remember her. Damn me for thinking I could forget her and replace her with Isabeau.”

Ken lets her sit in silence for a moment, the smell of burning tobacco, and paint, mix with the sound of the lights. Then he breaks the silence “So why have Charles be the figurehead?”

She goes into detail how, after the camps she was helped by the Refugee Agencies, where she met ‘Isabeau’ and ‘Charles’ who were aid workers. She needed to paint but didn’t want the spotlight or fame. Charles and Isabeau agreed to help her.

“What are their real names?” Ken asks quietly.

She slowly shakes her head, “It doesn’t matter, because they are now Charles Pauline and Isabeau Herrera. The painter and his model.”

“And you are just Lena, their assistant.” Ken nods. He then stands up. “Ok. I’ll tell Mister Huddler to buy whichever paintings you will sell him. He’s a good man, and I won’t tell your secrets.”

She stands up, drops the cigarette and puts it out on the concrete floor. “Ok, Mister Cooper. Do you wish to model for me?”

Ken nervously swallows. “I’m not really one to get naked and be ordered about. But I will help however I can, being I interrupted your work.”

“Bien. Which paintings does your employer want copies of?” She asks as she walks over and puts the smock back on.

“He really liked ‘Circumcised Banana’ and thought about buying ‘Vulva on the Half-Shell, with Clitoris’ for his wife.” Ken says as he removes his necktie, and shirt.

“Interessante. Ok, reproducing copies of those is not difficult. I am satisfied with my models, though….” She says as she pauses and looks at Ken’s crotch. “Pull down your trousers. I wish to see your penis.”

Ken does as she asks, but he is still soft as he holds it.

“Remove your shorts and sit on the couch.” She says in a more commanding tone. She picks up her palette and brush and moves to a blank canvas. “Now slowly stroke it. Move the foreskin up and down.”

At that point Isabeau and Charles return, carrying a bottle of wine and a few glasses. “Lena, I thought you might be thirsty. And….Oh.” Isabeau stops for a moment. “Is he tonight’s model?”

Lena sets the palette down, and pours a glass of wine, then gives it to Ken. “Drink a bit, see if it helps you relax.” She then pours a glass for herself, sips it and sets it by the palette. “Isabeau, can you sit on the chair, and masturbate? I think it will help excite Mister Cooper.”

Charles takes a sip of his wine and leans against a crate, just watching and keeping out of Lena’s field of view.

Ken watches as Isabeau sits, opens her robe, spreads her legs, and slowly rubs herself. He watches as the light catches her opening lips, as she moves her fingers up and down. Her palm resting on the trimmed dark pubic patch. Ken licks his lips. He understands why Charles was so happy to be licking her. Her pussy looks so tasty.

He hears Lena say softly. “Bien, look at the color…. Nicely shaped tip.”

Ken glances at Lena. “Non!. Focus on Isabeau. Keep stroking” He focuses on Isabeau as she also now plays with her beautifully hard nipples. “Magnifique.”

He continues to stroke the same tempo that she moves her fingers. She then parts her lips and works two fingers in and out. He hears her breathing as she closes her eyes and fantasizes about some lover. Ken’s cock is so hard now, and he feels the slickness of his precum. Isabeau’s face goes flush and her thighs close around her hand as she moan loudly. Ken shoots his load all over his hand. “Bien, Magnifique.” He hears her say.

Charles walks over and hands Ken a towel. As he wipes himself off, Ken glances at the painting. The sides of the banana skinned penis have semen dripping down it. There are outlines on the foreskin banana for something to be dripping down it too.

Isabeau stands and covers up again, then slowly walks to Lena. “Do you need me to stay, mi amor?” Lena turns and kisses her on the lips. “Non. I have work to do. You and Charles gave me enough for the earlier one, and now you and Mister Cooper have given me what I want.”

Ken looks at her. “Is there anything else?”

Lena turns, “Non, we are done. I might title it ‘Banana with Cream’ ”. She says with a wicked smile.

The next day the sky is cloudy as a cold weather front moves through. Ken has the windows open but didn’t cancel the day’s ice. “You never know how the weather can change.” He explains to the delivery guy.

 Joan comes in, in a happy mood. “Well I didn’t have to bail you out last night, and apparently Pete teaching the band his mouth exercises have helped keep some of the band member’s girlfriends and wives very happy. Though the drummer keeps protesting.”

Ken pours his second cup of coffee and smiles. “And because Pete’s happy, you’re happy.”

“You know it, Boss. So how did it go?”

He sits back down. “It went okay. I’ll call Teddy in a bit and tell him to buy whatever he wants.”

She fills her cup too. “So you figured out what was bugging you?”

Ken sighs for a moment. He could tell Joan the truth, but she’s the biggest gossip in the building. He could say nothing, but she’d keep bugging him until she got an answer, so he decides to do what he does fairly well, give her a half-truth and hide the rest. “Charles works with both Isabeau and Lena to make the paintings. It is a collaborative effort. Together they draw inspiration from each other.”

Joan sits down, her skirt riding up showing a mouth-shaped bruise in the inside of her thigh. “So which one was in the camps?” She asks.

“Lena. She was a communist, arrested, and put in a labor camp for the war.”

The light in Joan’s eyes goes out as she pictures the frail brunette as a prisoner in one of the paintings. “Is she gonna be okay?”

Ken smiles, “Yes. She’s going to be fine. That’s why she works with Charles and Isabeau. They help each other.”

“Do you need me to get today’s paper?” she asks after a few minutes.

“Sure. Tell Pop, “Hi” and remind him he can come up for a cup of coffee anytime he wants.”

She grabs her purse, “Ok. Be back in a minute.”

While she’s gone, Ken picks up the phone and calls Theodore’s direct line. They talk for a bit as Ken tells the same story he just told Joan. “Yes the artist is real, but it is just more of a collaborative effort than one man. Buy what you want.”

“Thank you. You will get your monthly retainer and a bonus.” Theodore then hangs up.

Joan comes back up with the paper, and half a pack of camels. “Pop said that his wife found the open pack. You paid for them so they’re yours. I didn’t think you liked Camels Boss.”

He takes them from her and puts them in the desk drawer.

A few days later, as Ken is in the office, reading in the paper about “M. Charles Pauline and associates are leaving the city for their next stop in their tour of North America.” He hears a knock on the door and Joan answers it. He hears a familiar voice say “I have a delivery for Mister Cooper, courtesy of Mister Huddler.”

Ken gets up from his desk, telling Ramon to bring it in there. Ramon carries in a large flat package wrapped in brown paper, secured with twine. Once it is flat, Ken cuts the string. As they unwrap it, there are two paintings and a note.

“Mister Cooper, as we agreed here is the bonus you requested. Monsieur Pauline said there was a second painting that you were to have too. It is an interesting piece, more to my tastes than yours but I was told it is a gift for you. T. Huddler”

He folds the note and looks at the paintings. The first is the lamp with the fish for a light. Ken smiles at it. On the back it says #22 of 50.

He gives it to Joan but she is looking at the other one as she gasps and Ramon comments “Oh My.”

Ken looks at what is obviously his erection, with jism dripping along the sides, facing a banana with chocolate sauce dripping in the same pattern. On the back is written “Banana Crème” #2 of 10.

“Ramon, did Mister Huddler see this one?” Ken asks.

He smiles, “I assume he did. He was in the back with them as they wrapped them up. I stayed in the gallery. It is a very nice piece. Almost nicer than “Circumcised Banana”. This would look amazing next to it.”

While Joan hangs the first painting, Ramon takes a thick envelope from his jacket and places it on the desk. “This is for you too. Mister Huddler said it is your retainer and a little something extra. He told me it was ‘fraud insurance’.”

Ken pockets the envelope without even opening it. “Thank him for me, Ramon. Is there anything else?”

He notices that Ramon slowly licks his lips as he looks at the painting. “No. But it is a very nice piece. I hope you enjoy it.” He then turns and leaves.

Joan returns to Ken’s office. “Gee, Boss, that looks a little like yours.” She says with a wink and a smile. “Any idea where you’re going to hang it?”

He wraps it up in brown paper. “I’ll take it back to my apartment and find somewhere for it.” He reaches into his pocket for the envelope, “Here, count it and take it to the bank.”

She finishes counting it and puts it in her purse. “That’s a nice bonus we got.”

Ken sits back down at his desk, picks up the newspaper, then glances at the wrapped painting. “Yes it is.”

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