Going Up? Going Down!

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It was 10:00PM on a Friday before a three day weekend. I was walking the empty 10th Floor, contemplating the boxes that would appear on every desk Tuesday morning. 125 jobs outsourced: more profits. My cock grew at the thought.

At the elevator, a man was pressing the Down button. I pushed the Up button and looked him over: in his 40s, dad bod, wedding band, the Casual Friday attire I detested...oh well, any port in a storm.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jensen," he stammered, "I didn't know you were here."

"And you are...?"

"Willoughby, Sir...Henry Willoughby."

"What are you doing here so late, Willoughby?"

The elevator opened. He stepped in and I followed. He reached for the Ground button, but I stopped him and pushed 20: the C-Suite. He looked at me and I saw the panic in his eyes: the rumors had reached him.

"I was just trying to catch up on some work before the holiday, Sir."

The elevator started up. I adjusted my erection nonchalantly. He saw me, then turned away hurriedly.

"I appreciate such dedication: it should be rewarded. I hope you have a moment to talk in my office."

"My wife is expecting me..."

"I'm sure she is, but I won't take much of your time. I'm sure you've heard the rumors..."

"Rumors, Sir? I don't listen to rumors."

Of course you don't...you're starting to sweat. You've heard about what's going to happen Tuesday, haven't you?

The elevator stopped. I strode out and turned. I needed to act quickly, before my pants were stained.

"Come into my office: I need to talk to you about your team."

I walked in and leaned against my desk, knowing he would be at my heels.

"Willoughby, here are the facts. We need to cut expenses and, right now, that means offshoring your team. It's not an easy decision, but sometimes, we have to do things we'd rather not do."

He paled.

"That's not right, Sir! Do you know how hard it is for older tech folks to get jobs?"

"I'm aware of how hard times are, Willoughy, but sacrifices must be made for the good of the company. Look at me: I've been up here all day trying to figure out a way to save your team. I think I have a solution, but I'm so stressed right now, I can't get it finalized."

I adjusted my crotch.

"Do you have any ideas on how I might be able to get that stress relief?"

He gulped. "Sir, I'm happily married and I'm straight!"

I looked shocked.

"What are you suggesting, Willoughby? Did you think I was propositioning you? I thought you were a professional...apparently, I was mistaken...although...I guess you could see that I'm aroused. Stress does that to me. Oh, well...looks like I'm not going to be able to figure things out...best to get it done with before the weekend."

I walked to my chair and fired up my computer. He looked sick.

"Wait! Sir...what kind of stress relief do you need?"

"Normally, my wife would give me oral relief, but she's out of town."

"Uh, Sir, could I...could I help you with it?"

"Are you sure you want to do that, Willoughby? I certainly didn't suggest it, did I?"

"No, Sir, you didn't...I...I want to."

He looked like he was about to cry. I was in danger of ruining my pants. I walked over to him and put my hands on his shoulders. He went to his knees.

"Show me what you want to do."

He unbuckled my pants, opened them and pulled them down. I said nothing, letting him do all the work. He pulled my briefs down and saw my cock at full mast with a huge drop of precum on the tip. He took a deep breath, shuddered and took it in his mouth.

His technique was terrible, but I was so on fire I shot into his mouth almost immediately. I held his head in place.

"Swallow it. You don't want to get any on your clothes, do you?"

Somehow, he managed to swallow it without throwing up.

"Thank you, Willoughby. I needed that: it's cleared my mind and I know what to do. Don't worry: you and your team will be here Tuesday, thanks to you. Now, go home to your wife."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm...." he turned and fled to the elevator.

I returned to my desk and started to edit the announcement: just one small change.

"Effective Wednesday..."

I smiled.