Erotic Story:
Working Late
   I worked late a lot. I was going after a promotion, and that was one of the things I had to do. I didn't have anything worth going home on time for, anyway. I lived alone, and hadn't dated in so long I'd forgotten how. So...each weekday night found me sitting burning the midnight oil at my desk. Weekends I burned whatever it was you put in a lamp on weekends. I was basically miserable, lonely and exhausted.

I was sitting with my feet up on my desk one night, staring out the window at a perfectly round moon when there was a knock at the door. I mumbled something, and in walked a handsome young man who looked like he'd repeatedly ran all his fingers through his hair after wrenching the knot in his tie loose. His face was tight with stress and his hands shook. "Accounting," he said by way of introduction. "I'll give you anything you want if you'll talk the copy machine into working." I smiled, tossed down my pen and went out to look at the machine. Five minutes later, the handsome young man was watching it spit out his copies, and groaning his thanks. He grinned. "I meant it," he said. "Anything." Without thinking, I said, "blow job."
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