The warm summer light shines through the blinds and into my eyes. Another day, another shift at the restaurant. I have been trying to get my fried chicken restaurant off the ground for a couple of years, and it's finally getting some traction. I still have to go to work in the kitchen everyday, it's not that famous yet but hopefully one day. I pull myself out of my bed that I pissed through the night before, pants soaked in the now cool liquid released throughout the night prior. I pry off the wet pants that are sticking to my skin and discard them in my pisspants basket to be dealt with later. After searching through my room for my clean pants, I pull them on slightly disappointed at the dryness of them. I'll just have to deal with that later when I get home. Gathering the things I need for my job, I pull on my shoes and run into the door. Sometimes I forget to open it, so I end up running right through it due to my giant muscles. I just deal with that when I get home, if I get robbed I get robbed.I sprint down the road at about 30 km/h towards the building I have spent the past 7 years building from the ground up. My mother told me I would never amount to anything, but I said "no <3" and did it anyway. I was homeless for a bit, but stripping pays well so I got by. I reach the glassdoors and run right through them again. I'll just get Jermey to clean that up later. Reaching my office in the back I let out a sigh and fall back on my leather chair. The delicious smell of my special chicken hits my nose. Fuck. I shouldn't get too distracted right as I get here. But that perfect mix of herbs and spices really get my hard as a fucking rock. And not to mention the perfect texture of the deep fried chicken and it reaches the perfect bundle of nerves right inside my ass. I can barely look at a picture of chicken without my dick springing up to say hello. I look down between my legs and see my already semi-hard cock staring back at me. If I think about this too much longer I'll have to grab the drumstick from my desk drawer and lock my doors. "Sir," a knock comes from my closed office door, it must be Jermey curious about the broken glass. "Come in," I pull myself further into the desk to hide my almost fully hard cock from my employee. "Did you break through the front door again?" he peeks his head in as he asks, a very concerned look on his face. "Yeah," I pinch the bridge of my nose with my finger, "sorry about that Jermey. I got a little carried away again." His face softens, "it's okay. I'll clean it up," he walks out of my office and closes the door behind him. I push my chair back from my desk and shuffle over in pain due to my raging boner to lock the door. I don't think I can hold back anymore. Rushing back to my seat, I pull out my ass-fucking chicken and lube from the locked drawer.
