I spent the rest of the morning working on some various projects. I saw Lori a couple of times as she came by and spoke to some co-workers about different issues. You would never know from looking at her that anything was out of the ordinary. She was in my area only once and gave me knowing smile as she went by.
At break time while others went for a coffee, I snuck another drink of Mr. Wolfe's piss from the thermos. It was still nice and warm and I relished the hot salty taste as I let the distinct flavor linger on my tongue before swallowing. A little while later I had a craving for it again and took a quick swig straight from the thermos just before lunchtime.
My phone rang and I looked down to see that it was our receptionist calling me. I picked up, "Hello."
"Yeah, Jon. Can you come to the front please? There's somebody here to see you."
"Okay, I'll be right out." I wondered who the heck this was. I wasn't expecting anybody. I looked at my watch on the way to the front; 11:55. Shit, I was just about to go on lunch. I hoped this wouldn't take too long. As I rounded the corner to our front lobby, I saw Mr. Wolfe leaning on the counter sharing a laugh with our receptionist. She looked over at me as I walked up.
"Oh Jon, your friend is here," she said with a smile as she gestured towards Mr. Wolfe.
"Uh.....Mr. Wolfe, what are you doing here?" I asked incredulously.
"Jon, my boy. I just thought I'd come by and take you out to lunch," he said as he half-turned towards me, still leaning on the counter. I watched nervously as he continued to face me and turned one of his hands towards me. With the back of his hand to the receptionist, I could clearly see a photograph in the palm of his cupped hand. It was one of the ones he had taken of me last night with his cock laying on my face and a load of his cum all over me.
"Yeah, I know a great sausage place that I know you'll love," he said as he smiled at me and kept the picture pointed straight towards me. "So, what do you say?"
"Uhhh....sure."
"Okay, I've got my van parked right out front. I'll see you in a couple of minutes," he said as he slipped the picture back into his pocket, said his goodbyes to our receptionist and walked towards the elevators.
A little rattled by Mr. Wolfe's unexpected appearance here at work, I went back to my desk and only had a minute of two before I had to join him. I was sure he would have conveniently found a way to accidentally "drop" that picture on the receptionist's desk if I hadn't agreed to meet him.
At noon, I left the building and saw his van sitting at the curb. It was a worker's van, not a family-type van. It had solid panel sides and a couple of small frosted windows in the two back doors. As I opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat, he immediately started the van and pulled away from the curb. I looked into the back from the space between the two front seats. There were compartments and shelves along each wall for storing materials. There were two captain's chairs bolted to the floor and facing the back just behind the two front seats. There were two pieces of curtains hanging behind each of the front seats that I surmised could be closed to shut off the front from the back. I also spotted a mattress from a single bed on the floor just beyond the captain's chairs.
"How did you know where I worked?" I asked him.
"Like I said earlier cocksucker, I've been keeping my eye on you for quite awhile now. I know lots of stuff about you," he said as he maneuvered thru traffic. "Hey. Lean over here." I leaned over towards him from the passenger seat. "Breathe out," he said. I did as he asked and watched as he sniffed. He let out a hearty laugh as he slapped the steering wheel. "I thought I smelt piss on your breath. So, are you enjoying your thermos, faggot?"
"Yes sir." I answered. "Where are we going?"
"Like I said, to a place where you can get a good sausage. And we're almost there," he said as he pulled into the entrance to a large shopping mall not too far from my work. It was a huge spread out mall with a massive parking lot. At midday on a Monday, it wasn't too crowded. He swung around to the rear area of the parking lot and drove up towards a lone car parked near the back, far away from any others. As he pulled alongside the other car and stopped, I saw a man get out of the other car and make his way towards the rear of the van. One of the back doors of the van opened and the man got in and made his way forward as he bent over in the back of the van.
"Hey Wolfe, is this the queer?" he said pointing to me.
"Yeah, that's him. Dutch, meet the cocksucker. Cocksucker....Dutch," Mr. Wolfe said pointing from one to the other of us. "I was tellin' my good buddy Dutch here all about your special talents, Jon. And well, he expressed a genuine interest in checking out some of those talents. Right Dutch?"
"Yeah. But hey, I dropped my wife in the mall and told her I had to go down the street for something. So let's get to it."
"Okay, faggot. Let's get in the back and you can take good care of Dutch."
I seemed to move like a zombie as Mr. Wolfe took me by the shoulder and led me between the seats into the back area. He pushed me to my knees on the mattress as he reached back and drew the two sides of the curtain closed. Mr. Wolfe sat in one of the captain's chairs and I watched as Dutch kicked off his shoes, undid his belt and pulled off his pants and underwear. He was a man about Mr. Wolfe's age but he was physically quite different. He was a fair bit shorter and stockier. I figured it was likely that they had been in the service together at some point.
