The Dream Office Part 1

THE DREAM OFFICE

I work for a small software firm doing helpdesk support down in a little city called Raleigh. Since I am the supervisor, you can say that I know my shyt, and no one here can tell me otherwise. My team consists of four men, all of who are married, nosy as hell and forgets that I am sitting within earshot ninety-nine percent of the time. I don’t mind the chatter; it only gives me an insight about what they look for in a woman if they ever wanted to cheat on their wives. Their flirtatious thoughts are registered in a small file in the back of my mind. I don’t like to mix business with pleasure, but I never let an opportunity for dick pass me by.

Let me give you a peek at my name and my nature. My name is Dream – Dream Patterson-Black. Despite being a big girl, I am a very sexual person by nature. Making love and fucking is two entirely different worlds for me. I don’t make love with no one unless I was really in love with them, and it will take a while to express that side of me to any man. To put it mildly, every man knows their place in my life - to get my rocks off and get the hell out. Sometimes I feel like dick, sometimes I want to be licked, as long as I get my rocks off. As the saying goes, sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t.

This week in particular, we didn’t have a lot of calls coming in, so the crew had a little breathing room to chit chat between calls. They were all giving their so-called 'report' on all of the new girls that started working in the building. They were all on a consensus that one girl in particular had the fattest ass in the building. I already had peeped out the girl. She appeared to be like the pretty girl that could be a lousy lay. While I am listening to them complain and talk, my mind started to drift. I found myself sizing them up mentally with the information that they allowed me to hear to see that would be the weakest link for me to attack. I studied each one intently, like an artist looking at its subject before he strokes the canvas with the brush. .

The first guy is Mason. Mason is thirty-two, brown skinned, five foot ten, and is really a crazy, cool guy. He attracts the hoochie mama drama queens like flies to shyt most of the time - hell every girl that he ever mentioned sounds like that type. His wife appears to be that girl that will always have that spare dick lying around, just in case Mason doesn’t perform to her satisfaction. The next guy is Laron. Laron is an older cat - forty-five or so, that appears to have a little kinky streak to him. He reminds me of Willie Dynamite, that cool pimp that could talk a girl out of her panties and her income with that baby face. The third guy is Allen, but I call him Huey p. Newton because of his mind and his complexion, which is honey colored. He is always taking about some type of religious or military conspiracy happening within the US and abroad. While some of it could be true, some is really coincidental, but he makes it appears it to be all fact. Huey is a TNA man (tits-n-ass for the people), and that is all that he likes to see on a woman. He seems like the type that wouldn’t dare cheat on his wife, but if he could, just one chance, I think that he would go for it. I got on the inside of his mind once as a joke, so I know that he haven’t had a ménage nor anal from a girl, which is almost every man's fantasy that I have come across. The last one I call Choirboy. He will occasionally corral with the boys, but he mainly stays to himself. At forty-nine, he sure as hell don’t look like it. He wears his hair long and straight, which is highly unusual unless you are a retired pimp. I was lost in the thought of it all, when I hear Mason ask me a question. "Excuse me, Mason", I said, being apologetic. "Its OK,' he said. "It looked like you were lost in thought". I told him that I had a lot on my mind, and answered his question. Now I turned my attention to the main conversation, which is on another chick that they have been drooling over in the office across the hall.

“I'm telling you man, she have a nicer ass than the other one,” Huey said. “Whosoever is hitting that has got to love the view”. Laron and Mason agreed with a nod. Choirboy didn’t say a word. I just smiled, as if embarrassed. "Oh I am sorry Dream", he said. Before I knew it, I had given him the shock of his life. "You want to hit that, don’t you?” I asked. Huey looked nervous, as if he had swallowed a canary. "You can admit it. You want to put her face down ass up and break her back". Laron and Mason had a look of shock on their faces. Choir Boy turned around and stared at me, bewildered and shocked as well.

Huey gulped hard, trying to swallow his heart and all of his other organs. "Yeah I wouldn’t mind, but I cant, you know that," he said, trying to ease the tension that I had created. I knew I had him reeling.

"Put that out of your mind for a minute. If you knew that you could fuck her, would you?” I asked him. He took a gulp of air.

"If you put it that way, yeah I would. I would tear that ass a new one,” he nodded. That is what I like to hear, I thought to myself. Laron saw the look in my eyes, and I guess that he really wanted to stop me in my tracks. The plan came too late for anyone to attempt to stop me.

"What are you trying to do?" Laron asked.

"I’m just being nosey, that's all. Since half the time you guys realize that I’m not here, why not ask the burning questions.” I turned toward Huey, who have begun to turn red from embarrassment. “Did I embarrass you Huey?" Huey shook his head and said no. " I just never heard you talk like that before. " Well they will be hearing a lot more of that type of talk from my lips. Mason turned to take a call. As he turned I could see that he had been aroused slightly by the bulge in his pants. I think I found the weakest link.