Big Corp Inc. (G/T)

Part 12: Overtime

Candy had been stuck in the refrigerator for long enough that the work day was nearly over. She had not gotten much accomplished work-wise, regrettably. Martin had done his best to clean her off, but her clothes were still soaked and reeked of gastric juices. Her shoes and socks in particular were sopping wet. Every step she took squelched and left a puddle on her desk. She decided it would be worth it to change back into her heels, as uncomfortable as they were. She swapped out her shoes and hustled to get as much done as she could. She wished she could change her clothes out too, but she didn't have a spare set and it was almost the end of the day regardless. She decided to power through.

As the workday drew to a close, the ominous shadow of her Giant boss stretched over her desk again. She turned around and reddened. From the surface of the desk, she was level with his crotch, and she found herself face-to-face with Mr. Hardon's gigantic hard-on, barely contained by the fabric of his pants.

"Caaaaandy!" he sang in his sonorous voice. "Time for overtime!"

"I'll get right on it!" Candy hastily assured him, spinning around so she wouldn't have to keep staring at his huge erection, and gave her computer her full attention. However, she was startled when Mr. Hardon plucked her up off the desk between his thumb and forefinger. She looked questioningly into his Giant face. He was grinning mischievously, from ear to ear. "Mr. Hardon, what are you doing?"

"We agreed you'd do overtime. I never said you'd be working at your desk!" he explained with undisguised glee. Candy felt her stomach drop as he took her into his office and closed the door behind him. She realized right away she was in the danger zone. This man was way too horny to have innocent intentions.

"H-hold on!" she protested. "I never agreed to this!"

The Giant raised his eyebrow. "I disagree. I'm your boss, and you'll do whatever I ask of you when you're on the clock."

Candy wracked her brains for any way to get out of her predicament. "Um... but I'm not wearing my sneakers! I'm wearing my heels instead. So I'm not obligated to anything!"

Mr. Hardon shook his head. His roguish smile didn't budge. "I gave you permission to wear different shoes. Whether you availed yourself of the privilege or not is immaterial."

Candy bit her lip. "Well... I changed my mind! I don't want it anymore! The deal's off! No overtime."

Mr. Hardon was beginning to get irritated with her stalling and excuses. "Why can't you just cooperate for once?" he asked with mild exasperation. He flopped down in his chair, leaned back, and spread his legs. "I've been waiting for this all day!" He massaged his sizable package with his free hand as he brought Candy up close to his mouth. His large nose wrinkled up. "Ugh. What is that smell?"

"Oh... I'm covered in vomit," Candy confessed sheepishly. "One of the Giants in the office accidentally swallowed me earlier and had to throw me back up."

"Are you serious? Yuck," Mr. Hardon remarked, full of revulsion and devoid of any compassion. "Gross. Is that why you're all soaking wet?"

"Yeah," Candy admitted.

The Giant seemed to deflate a bit. Whatever he was planning to do to her, the prospect of doing it while she was saturated with puke was unappealing. "Perhaps we can push this back to another time," he muttered with disappointment. He set her on the floor, in between his Giant shoes. Candy seized the opportunity to scamper away, but she stopped at the Giant door to his office. She still needed a Giant to help her out of the building. She reluctantly looked back at Mr. Hardon. She really didn't want his help, but she figured her coworkers probably rushed out for the weekend.

"Um... Mr. Hardon? Can you help me with the elevator?" Candy asked with embarrassment. She was reminded of the last time she was in the elevator alone with him, and the pervert licked her. At least with her smelling and tasting unsavory, he wouldn't want to do anything like that to her again. She realized Martin Maneater had unknowingly protected her from further insidious abuse by ingesting her, ironically.