If the boss only knew? That old fucker, Joe Winslow, knows everything. I've been here 16 years and it's only been my sense of humor and transparency with Joe that made him move me to head up the temp workers. Joe is a self-confessed voyeur/wanker, dirty dog character. We are a pure service company and convert hard copies to digital for so much an hour. Half the staff is temporary and I have Joe convinced that most of the temps drop their jeans for jelly beans. Actually, some do but not enough to keep Joe horned out. I invent the rest for Joe, much like many of the posts on this site, written by young wankers.

Among the temps who are old timers and return to work with us is Missy Boudine. Missy is sharp, 5'10" and slim with wide hips and a noticeable posterior, around 53 year old now, and Joe used to fuck her in the supply room years ago. Joe's wife found out about it and that was the end of that. However, Missy still comes in. Joe wants to know if I'm getting some and in order to please Joe I engaged Missy and we have had a subtle romp for years, enough for gathering material that I then exaggerate for Joe's desperate ears.

I've told Missy about Joe wanting to hear and we have bonded in a mostly fictional sex relationship where Missy asks for Joe while fucking me. I told Joe, for example, that Missy "says," "Oh, I love doing it here with you, it reminds me of my times with Joe before his selfish wife told him to cease our joys." (a total lie).

What is the truth is that a lot of sex by various folks has taken place in the office supply room, some in the women's toilet, but the boss knows. Thanks to me, he knows more than there really is.


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