This one time
I walked into the office and my colleague Stuart had his pants round his ankles, was bent over the desk and my boss was fucking him up the arse. Stuarts eyes were glazed and there were beads of perspiration dripping off my boss's forehead onto his arse crack. The angle was such that I was able to witness the pendulous motion of my boss's shrunken wrinkly balls as they arced one last time and came to rest in between Stuarts legs. I could see his grip tighten around his hips as he pulled himself closer to Stuart. Which thankfully obscured my view of his erect member stretching Stuarts' distastfully visible black hole of want.

"Yeess", drawled my boss in his curious monotone voice, "can I help you?".
"umm, what are you doing?" I asked in a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"Stuarts getting a pay rise! What the fuck does it look like we're doing!", he shot back.
"Is it ok if I just work for mine. I don't really like being fucked up the arse by your corperate greed?".
"Fine, but it'll take a lot longer you know. Now fuck off! Stuart and I were just about to start talking figures".

Stuart enjoyed a swift and glorious rise to the top. I on the other hand preferred to labour intensely long hours and hope I would get noticed. I did eventually, but I had to leave that company to get appreciated. I saw Stuart the other day in the shops. He walks with a limp now, but drives a pretty flash car. Decisions decisions...
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Sat 20 Jun 2009, 18:17, Reply)