Jerry Monroe is your typical single mid-thirties guy. He drives a four-door sedan and lives by himself in his one bedroom apartment. It is decorated circa 1990 and he likes it that way. He has worked at Johnson Technologies since he graduated from college 14 years ago.
Sarah Blaine is a sexually repressed twenty-eight year old woman. She always dresses in a quite conservative blouse and skirt for her job at Johnson Technologies. Her roommates are cats and she spends most of her alone time dreaming of a knight who will take her away from her boring life.
Rich Gordon recently turned thirty. He is a surfer dude and enjoys spending most of his time at the beach. He has been surfing since he was ten years old and playing competitive beach volleyball since high school. He has had no problem getting laid whenever he pleases and generally oblivious to people while he is working his day job at Johnson Technologies.
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Jerry sits at his usual corner table. He has just started eating his regular Thursday lunch of turkey on rye with a container of peaches and a Diet Coke, when Sarah enters the room. His eyes lock on her as she walked to the vending machines. Jerry has been carrying a crush on Sarah since the week she started here at Johnson Technologies. She always seems to be a very private person and has never given him much more than a glance. Jerry would love to have a chance with Sarah.
He watches as she sways her hips a little while she tries to decide what she wants from the machine. Although she dresses conservatively, Jerry is quite sure she has a killer body hidden under her façade. Being a single thirty-six year old had led Jerry to be quite the connoisseur of adult films and he takes great pride in being able to picture a female figure even if it is fully dressed.
Sarah makes her selections and takes them to a table about twenty feet away from Jerry. She has a magazine in her hand and begins reading as soon as she sits down. As usual, not even a glance in Jerry's direction. He sighs to himself and continues his lunch.
About this time, Rich Gordon walks in the room. He is basically the arch nemesis of Jerry, as they are complete and total opposites. Jerry frowns at him although Rich wouldn't notice if Jerry were lying dead on the lunch table.
"Oh, hi Rich," says Sarah.
Jerry fumes to himself as the object of his affection would even talk to a guy like Rich.
Rich looks briefly at Sarah, "Hey babe." He then swings his body around and makes a couple quick steps to put himself in front of the sport drink machine. He makes some sound effects as he drops his coins in and then does a judo punch to make his selection. He laughs to himself as he is obviously amused by his own antics. Jerry rolls his eyes and looks back to Sarah. She is staring at Rich with a longing in her eyes and Jerry then notices that one hand has dropped to her lap. She is ever so gently running her hand back and forth across her skirt. Jerry had seen this before in one of his movies, she is actually masturbating right there. This sickens Jerry to know that Sarah truly does have an interest in someone like Rich.
He mumbles to himself, "What I wouldn't give to be Rich for a couple days..."
The rest of the day goes by quite normally and Jerry heads home for the evening. An evening filled with network television, a light dinner, and of course some masturbation. He falls asleep about nine on the couch in his work clothes.
Morning arrives and his alarm is there to greet him at five sharp. He stands up and stretches a little.
"I gotta quit sleeping on the couch, I feel awful this morning."
He shuffles towards the bathroom, hitting his head on a light fixture in his hallway.
"What the hell, today sucks already! I've never hit my head on that thing before!"
He continues in to the bathroom and makes his way to the toilet. He pulls down his boxers to take a leak and...
"Holy shit... where did that come from!"
Somehow during the night his five inch penis had grown to a healthy eight inches and quite a bit more girth. He stares for a moment and then turns to look in the mirror over his sink.
"Oh... my... God..." is all he can manage as he is looking directly in the eyes of Rich Gordon. How could this be happening, why would he be forced to become his enemy?! Then it hits him, this is exactly what he has asked for, only he didn't actually think it would happen. He thinks back to lunch on Thursday and about watching Sarah respond to Rich as he entered the room.
A familiar tingle moves through his crotch as he thinks about Sarah. He glances down to see his new cock slowly rise to attention. He touches it a little, as it still seems a little like he is touching another guy's dick. However, the sensations running through his brain as he thinks of Sarah masturbating quickly take over. He begins stroking it and moaning to his mental images of a nude Sarah. Moments later he cums on the floor of his bathroom.
"Shit, now I have to clean that up," he comments as he grabs a towel. He then quickly showers, all the while admires how good of shape Rich is in. He is torn between wondering what this body can do and feeling a little bit of his homophobic feelings surface.
Lucky for Jerry, an old roommate of his had been built about like Rich and had left behind some clothes when he moved out. Jerry, being your typical pack-rat, had kept the items. He digs out the clothes and gives them the once over with some Febreeze.
He quickly dresses and bolts for his car. As he speeds towards the office he realizes that "Rich" can't show up in Jerry's car, so he stops two blocks away at a city lot. He grabs his briefcase and then decides against it. He knows he doesn't need anything in particular to do Rich's job, in fact he had done Rich's job many times from his own workstation at his boss's request.
The two block hike seems like no big deal as "Jerry" is now in tremendous physical shape. He feels like he could walk all day with no problem. He enters the building and casually strolls towards his office.
"Hey!" says a voice from his right.
Jerry looks over and sees a cute brunette with a feigned frown on her face. This could be interesting he thinks.
"You were just gonna walk on by and not even say hello!"
"No, babe," he says, trying to imagine what Rich would have said. "I wouldn't skip talkin' to you for nothin'!"
She giggles and looks up at him. "So, are we still on for our normal Friday appointment?"
"Uh, yeah, of course we are," he says wondering what this appointment could be.
"Good. Now you better be in your office at ten when I get there, and not off chasing some other piece of ass!" she whispers to him.
"Oh, I'll be there."
He gives her a wink and turns to head for his office. He begins to realize that Rich may just have an unlimited supply of pussy here at Johnson Technologies.
He winks or gives a thumbs up to all the ladies as he makes his way to his office up on the third floor. He plops down in his big leather chair and takes in the view, as his window looks out above the surrounding buildings and out across the ocean.
"Son of a bitch, this guy has it made."
