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  “Well, that didn’t sound like you wanted it,” he would say, teasingly. “Do you want me to fuck you, Dixie?”

  He would ask me this while running his finger up and down the folds of my dripping-wet pussy. Back in the real world, I was pushing myself to the brink. I had to steady myself by putting my other hand against the stall.

  “Yes, sir, please!” I imagined myself begging. “Please, fuck me with your big cock!”

  “You want it?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “You need it?”

  “I need it inside me, yes, please!”

  “You want to cum on my cock?”

  “Oh, God, yes! Please, sir! I want to cum! Please, please, please, please make me cum, Boss!”

  I imagined him pushing his big cock into me, and I lost it. Inside the stall, I started squirting. I had to put my other hand over my mouth to muffle my squealing. I was cumming, probably harder than I had ever cum before. My whole body shook from the experience. It was exhilarating.

  But with the orgasm came a post-relief clarity. I had to calm myself down. This wasn’t a professional way to act in an office setting.

  Getting off, however, had really taken the edge off. Everything that was bothering me before suddenly melted away.

  ‘Shawn who?’ I couldn’t help but ask myself as I headed out to wash my hands and return to the office.

  Chapter Three

  Julius

  There was just something about Dixie. I knew I shouldn’t think this way about an employee, but she was hot. Just my type.

  Yes, she was very young for me, but damn. How could I not be attracted to her? I’m only human, and a red-blooded male at that. I took what I wanted, and I couldn’t help but want Dixie.

  She had come in early. I liked that she was a go-getter; most of the girls who usually worked in this office just didn’t have that kind of work ethic. I had to admire that.

  I always tried to give Dixie choice assignments, but there were other people that were senior to her, and I didn’t want it to look like I had a crush on her or wanted to get in her panties, even though both of those things were true.

  My phone started to ring, drawing me back to reality. I answered it.

  “Lamb Associates, this is Julius,” I said.

  “Hey, buddy,” said Sam. “What’s the morning look like?”

  Sam was my partner. We had built the advertising firm from the ground up and it was doing well. As always, Sam was out and about meeting clients.

  “Solid, everyone has their assignments,” I said. “Hits are looking good for most of the social media platforms. How goes your meeting?”

  “Weird. Had a couple of last minute cancellations,” he said. “Adams canceled. Can you believe it? That guy hounded me for a meeting for weeks and he just abruptly canceled.”

  “That is weird. Did he reschedule?”

  “Not yet. Also weird, right?”

  “Well, who knows with clients?” I said, looking out towards the big office and noting Dixie. “Sometimes they look bad and sometimes they look… amazing. You coming back?”

  “Yeah. I’m gonna grab some bagels on the way. You want anything?”

  “A bagel sounds good. Get a party tray for the office with an assortment of cream cheeses,” I said. “Everyone’s been working hard.”

  “You got it. See you in an hour.”

  “Gives me time to hit the gym,” I said. “Work off that future carb blast.”

  I hung up, but I was still staring at Dixie. She had dropped something behind a printer and was bending over to get it. She couldn’t quite reach, and her perfect apple-bottom ass was there in all its glory. God, I just wanted to run up to her and give it a little nibble!

  But intracompany romances were complicated. It could get really bad, really fast if I wasn’t careful. There were plenty of young bucks on the floor, most closer to her age, too, that could make their move. I needed to think of something before someone else did.

  Heading down to the gym to work off some excess energy, I got in a quick workout. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Even as I was doing push ups, I was wondering what she smelled like up close, or what she tasted like.

  When I got a boner in the middle of the gym, I knew I had to stop. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to me. I went into one of the private showers. It was better to rub one out; no sense walking around with a loaded pistol.

  I imagined Dixie there in the shower with me. She had snuck in to surprise me. I would take her into my arms, our warm bodies under the shower head. I imagined myself taking her from behind as she held herself against the wall of the shower, reaching in front to stimulate her clit with my fingers. As I imagined cumming inside her, I came in the shower, grunting in appreciation. It was a little loud, so I followed it up with a cough, hoping the sounds would throw off any potential listeners.

  As I got dried in the locker room, I was surprised to see Sam rushing up to me.

  “Hey,” I said. “What happened to the bagels?”

  “Had to abort that. While I was in the bagel store, the governor announced that he’s closing the state!” Sam said.

  “What? Is this about that virus out of China?”

  “Yeah! It’s bad, Jules! They say the death rate is at three percent! That’s ninety million people in the United States!”

  “Calm down, buddy. It can’t be that bad. Those numbers sound high.”

  “That’s exactly why we have to close down. Send everyone home, right now! It’s really gonna hurt our financials.”

  “Now, hold on,” I said, trying to settle him down. “We can do a lot of stuff online. We’re mostly an online business, anyway. Let’s try to give some final instructions on that before we send everyone home.”

  “They say elderly people can die from this really easy, Jules!” said Sam, extremely worried. “My parents, man! They’re still talking about going on vacation!”

  “Sam, you have to calm down. If they’re closing the whole state, then a plane ride is probably going to be out of the question,” I said. “They’re not going to let them fly. Not with this.”

  “I knew this was going to happen. I knew it!” said Sam. “One of the interns came in with a face mask last week and I made a joke about it. What was I thinking?!”

  Sam was really upset. I had never seen him so rattled.

  “Don’t beat yourself up, okay?” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We’re gonna get through this. Everything’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”

  “It’s so bizarre,” said Sam, sounding lost. “How do they just… Shut down the world? What are people going to do?”

  “There’s unemployment, and I don’t think the intention is to shut down things forever. Maybe just a few weeks? A month?”

  “Jesus.” He gasped. “The revenue for this quarter will be total shit!”

  “We’ll maintain. We have plenty of clients.”

  “You don’t get it, Jules,” Sam said. “Our clients are being shut down. That’s why Adams canceled our meeting; he must’ve heard. He can’t renew advertising if he’s closed down!”

  “Sure, he’s not going to buy ads during a lockdown or whatever this is… But again, it’s not forever.”

  “The economy was humming along… You shut it down… The supply lines will crumble. Restaurants can’t survive in this! Who is going to eat there?! People can’t go to movies or concerts! I mean, you’re talking millions of workers out of work!”

  “Temporarily.”

  “Jules, what I’ve read of this virus — How contagious it is? How deadly they think it is… No one is going to want to go anywhere! We’re talking billions in revenue lost worldwide. A lot of those jobs are not coming back!”

  “Well, we’re a critical business. People have to advertise their businesses.”

  “Do they? When profit is down, we’re one of the first things they cut. We’d have to lay off staff. Rethink the whole business model.”

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nbsp; “If we do, we do,” I said, trying to assure him. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

  Sam sat down on the bench, exhausted after his outburst.

  “Sorry man, this whole thing… It just upset me. You know how I am about germs. This is my worst nightmare!” Sam said.

  “I know. Remember when that waiter brought you the sandwich and you found a hair on the plate? I thought you were going to throw up, or punch the waiter, or both.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

  “It is so strange to see this happen. It’s worldwide. People are dying.”

  “C’mon, I saw some reports. Some countries are dealing with it well. I heard South Korea is already initiating measures that are very effective,” I said, trying to give him some hope. “Lots of people in Asia wear masks every flu season.”

  “Oh, God, I don’t have a mask!” said Sam. “Where do we get them?”

  “At a drug store or a hospital, I would imagine,” I said, buttoning my shirt. “But look, you’re healthy, you’re in good shape — These things, they tend to hurt old people and people in ill health. I mean, did you know that something like thirty thousand people die of the flu every year?”

  “I didn’t know that. Is that true?”

  “Yeah. This could be one of those things,” I said. “I mean, they have to get more data about it first, though. Once our scientists start looking into things, we’ll get some real answers, I think.”

  Sam took a deep breath. He was finally calming down. If he was this upset, I could only imagine what it would do to the rest of the staff once they were told. Perhaps they had already heard. They were constantly on the Internet for our clients all day; a big story like that would be hard to miss.

  “C’mon, we’ll go back onto the floor, call a big meeting, and hash all this out,” I said confidently. “People can have Zoom meetings or Facetime. Between that and email, it should be a no-brainer. If we have to let people go, we’ll strip down to a skeleton crew until our numbers go back up. We’ve been having such a killer month, though, so I don’t think we’ll have to do that.”

  “Sorry for being so frazzled,” said Sam, laughing nervously. “It’s just so... It’s weird.”

  “Yeah, buddy, I hear ya,” I said, patting him on the back as we left. “But you and me? We can handle weird, right?”

  Chapter Four

  Dixie

  I was working at my desk when I heard a commotion over my ear buds. All I could hear was Drake, but people were talking to each other and looking concerned. Some people were gathering around a PC and watching a newscast on YouTube. Several people were looking at their phones.

  Mr. Lamb rushed through the hallway, along with some of the other partners in the firm. That was strange. I mean, breaking news was one thing, but breaking news and an emergency at the firm? Seemed like too big of a coincidence.

  “Hey, Layla,” I said, calling across the room to a coworker. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m not sure,” she said. “Something about a virus. They want us all in the conference room for a meeting.”

  The entire staff jammed into the conference room. It wasn’t meant to hold that many people, and the crowd spilled out into the hallway. Mr. Lamb took charge, confident and assuring. In that moment, I thought he looked very presidential.

  “Everyone,” he said. “Please, keep down the chatter; I know people in the hall are having trouble hearing. We have a crisis on our hands. The new virus has come to the U.S.. If you’ve been following the news, you already know the governor just ordered a business shutdown and a shelter-in-place order to go into effect. We’re shutting down the building, but please make sure you bring your work home. Sam?”

  “IT will be emailing everyone instructions about installing software so you can work from any laptop or PC. If you use a work laptop or tablet, make sure you take that home as well. It’s unknown how long this will last,” said Sam.

  “It’s important that we don’t panic,” Mr. Lamb said. “You don’t have to run screaming from the building or anything. Just take your time. We won’t close for a few hours. Management will most likely finish out the day. But please do prepare to work from home for the foreseeable future. Any questions?”

  “Does anyone know anything about this virus? Is there new information?” asked Layla.

  “My understanding is that it’s very contagious, so it’s important to keep washing your hands and not to touch your face. There’s some conflicting information about wearing a mask, but the state is going to require social distancing. That means staying six feet apart at all times,” said Mr. Lamb.

  “Is anyone in the office out sick?” asked Peter, who sounded a little panicky.

  “No one that I’m aware of,” said Sam, trying to remember. “Frank is out, but I think that has more to do with his daughter’s wedding.”

  “You don’t want to go jumping to conclusions,” Mr. Lamb said. “My understanding is that the virus has a two-week incubation period, and that during that time, most people don’t even realize that they’re sick. Not to freak you out, but if you had it, you probably wouldn’t even know until you started showing symptoms. By then, you would have spent two weeks spreading it.”

  “The news is saying that the elderly are most vulnerable to it,” Nathan from accounting added. “You might want to isolate yourselves from any older relatives you have for a while.”

  “Oh, my God, my grandfather,” said Layla. “I visit him every Sunday! How am I going to explain this to him?”

  “For now, tell him it’s for his own safety,” Mr. Lamb said.

  It was amazing, the way he handled a roomful of people. He didn’t just bark orders; he listened. This was what real leadership and real management skills were all about.

  Mr. Lamb was so dreamy in that moment that I had to check myself. I was the only one in the conference room smiling; everyone else had a serious, worried look on their face.

  “It’s important we’re all on the same page on this,” Mr. Lamb said. “You know, our clients are going to be worried, too. This is going to impact the market, but — and I don’t want this to sound ghoulish, but it’s true — if everyone’s home for the next few weeks, this could be a big opportunity for us.”

  “It’s true,” Layla said. “Everyone is going to be on the Internet or watching TV. What else are they going to do?”

  “The exposure we could give our clients might be staggering,” Sam said. “And it could be important too. I see an economic downturn if this thing continues past a month.”

  “That long, you think?” asked Mr. Lamb.

  “Who knows?” He shrugged. “I don’t remember anything like this ever happening before.”

  “There was the Spanish Flu,” Nathan said. “Over 100 years ago, the Spanish Flu hit, and deaths were… Well, let’s just say that they were high.”

  “But that was so long ago,” Layla said dismissively. “Scientific discovery is way more advanced now.”

  “That’s probably what the people back then thought,” Nathan said. “I mean, your present time is the most advanced time, right? The early 1900s had seen the Industrial Revolution just a few decades prior. I’ll bet that’s exactly what those people said when it started.”

  “Well, we’re not scientists. We’re an advertising firm. All we can do is just do what we do best,” Mr. Lamb said. “These bigger considerations… There’s nothing we can do about them. If the world is going to end, it’s going to end. It might as well end while we’re doing something satisfying. And when the world doesn’t end, the firm will live on, so we’ll all have jobs, right?”

  People seemed to calm down and nod in agreement. I marveled at the way Mr. Lamb could just summarize the bigger picture so clearly. Maybe he could be president, or at least a senator. I could see him give that reasoned, yet impassioned, speech to keep the public calm.

  “I want to get a face mask,” Nathan said, determined. “Does anyone know who sells them?”

  “I gue
ss the drugstore?” suggested Layla. “I mean, it’s a medical supply.”

  “Yeah, but the nurses need them,” said Priscilla, one of the other workers. “My sister’s a nurse at the state hospital and she says there’s already a shortage of masks. You probably shouldn’t buy any.”

  “It’s not like the hospital goes to the local drugstore for their supplies!” said Marty, laughing. “They probably go through so many of those things on a given day, the supply in the drugstore wouldn’t last an hour!”

  “They already stopped all elective surgery,” Priscilla said. “They’ve been getting ready for an influx of patients for days. They have a whole wing of the hospital just for virus patients.”

  “That quick?” asked Marty, worried. “Oh, boy. That’s not a good sign.”

  “Marty, you gotta try not to be so negative,” Mr. Lamb said. “Yes, this virus is bad, but it’s better to be over-prepared than under-prepared, right?”

  “That’s true,” said Marty.

  “So, since I won’t be seeing you all face-to-face for a while: get home safe, drive carefully, and again, don’t panic. No rush to get out of here. Take the rest of the day to quiet yourself, check on your families. Things may change, but human beings are an adaptive bunch. We’ll get through this,” Mr. Lamb said confidently. “I hope that by the time the Christmas party rolls around, we can sit back and laugh about today.”

  The meeting broke up. Predictably, some people rushed to their desks and right out the door. I could hardly blame them, especially if they had family. But, me? I didn’t even have a hotel room to go back to.

  The news said hotels were closing, too! What was I going to do?!

  Chapter Five

  Julius

  “How are we going to get through this, Jules?” asked Sam. “You put on a brave face, but you gotta be worried.”

  “Worry is pointless,” I said. “We need to just forge ahead. This is an opportunity. Everyone is going to be home and on the Internet. That’s where our business shines.”