Entering the office was a drag. He hated the open space environment. An endless procession of greetings ensued. He hated seeing so many cheery people in one place. He knew most of them hated every second of the time spent there but were hiding behind a big, fake smile in order to fool people. Image was everything nowadays, they just couldn’t bear for other people to know they weren’t happy. It was like if you were unhappy you were a loser, some sort of inferior being that hadn’t manage not to fuck up.

“What a waste of semen.” Aaron thought. “All liars, they are all liars. Feeling better about their crummy little lives because they can fake a bigger, better smile.”

“Hey Aaron! Ready for Happy Friday?” someone shouted. It was Brenda from Accounting. A blob of a woman with the the voice of a donkey being raped.

“Hi Brenda. What’s so happy about it?”

“Well, it’s Friday and we’re happy, don’t be silly.”

“Right, right.” he said while waving his hand at her in a conversation ending kind of way. He was curios what it was like to fuck her. It was one of those curious fantasies. He’d never been with someone this big. He started thinking of ways to tackle the problem. The conclusion was that it was probably easiest and least dangerous to do it from behind, but that wouldn’t be fun.

Connie from HR was coming his way. “Aw shit!” was the first and only thing he could think of. Connie was hitting on him in a very invasive manner. Connie was a dude. His name was actually Conrad, but a few years back he decided to rebrand himself as Connie. He’d been with the company so long that most people here nowadays came after Connie and only knew him as such.

“Great guy, hope he doesn’t hit on me again.” Aaron thought. Although Aaron had explained he’s not gay, not even bi-curious and involved in a long term relation, Connie just wouldn’t stop. Making Aaron uncomfortable and observing his awkwardness made Connie giggle.

“Hey Aaron!” Connie said liking his lips

“Hi Con.”

“What does a gal have to do to get your number?”

“You already have my number, Connie. It’s in my file.”

“I see you’ve put on a couple of pounds.” Connie said eyeing his crotch. “I think you need some more exercise, cowboy.”

Aaron started looking pissed and uncomfortable. The only thing he could think about is grabbing a cup of coffee and running out for a smoke. He’d quit that but this morning he just felt like having a pack of Marlboros, cigarette after cigarette until his lungs caved in. He had a shitty feeling about today, the kind when no matter how many showers you take you still feel caked with dirt and sweat.

“And I know just what kind.” Connie went on.

...to be continued....