Jerkoff. 7/15/2005
I’m in the office on a Saturday, on standby, because the Public Works mob are on site to determine the handover status of the project. The office is quiet, with only 4 of us here. The site manager is walking around the building somewhere with one of the contracting crew.
Which leaves me, sitting in the consultants office, and the other guy, M., in the contracting office. A word about M. He’s a Malay chap, about 40, with 6 kids. He has no qualifications to speak of, but behaves like he knows everything there is to know about hospitals, medical systems and engineering. And he’s arrogant and with an attitude problem to boot. He talks to people like they are stupid and don’t know anything. Which kind of pisses people like me off, who know a lot about most things medical engineering related, and are certified and qualified.
So, there’s M., sitting in his corner of the contracting office. I’m in my office further down the corridor. I walk over to the contracting side, to look for the site manager, and see that the door to his office, which adjoins the contracting office, is closed. I turn to walk out of the contracting office, and I see M., sitting at his desk, eyes glued to the monitor screen, with his right hand jerking up and down very quickly. He’s probably on the vinegar strokes, close to cumming. A broad grin crosses my face, and I cough.
He breaks out of his reverie with a start, visions of Siti Nurhaliza bouncing up and down on his cock rapidly evaporating, almost falling out of his chair. He looks at me with a guilty look, and quickly zips up his rapidly deflating erection. Embarrassment is written all over his face. I just grin, and walk out.
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- Author : thesnark
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