11-01-2020, 12:35 AM
"Club Dear God NO!"
Hot Nerdy Office Chick is walking up the hall when she hears the low rumble of what sounds like...
Dance music?? What? How? This was an office. Not a club. She kept walking until she was standing
outside her boss's door. The music was at its loudest now. Of course. Why didn't this surprize her?
A little voice goes off in her head: "Don't. Just don't do it. You'll regret it, you always do! KEEP WALKING!"
Oh if she only had the will power to listen. But if it's one thing this job has taught her, it was to be a glutton
for punishment. So with every ounce of 'fuck it' she could muster; she flings open the door.
Her eyes couldn't even interpret what she was seeing. She really should have called in sick that day!
There was a bright spinning disco ball dangling from the ceiling, a strobe light going nuts in the corner,
probably near 30 little people dressed in various BDSM outfits and lastly, but most offensively...
Her Boss... Standing on top of his desk in a FAR too revealing Furry costume... shooting silly-string...
from what looked like a penis-shaped Super Soaker water gun. Yep, all the earmarks were there
for the men in white coats to come and take them ALL away.
She flips on the light and the music screeches to a halt. Everyone stops, turns and looks at her.
HNOC: "Well, you've done it! I don't even know where to fucking start!!"
Boss: "Maybe with turning that light off and getting the music back on!! Wooohooo!!"
Everyone cheers. Except Chick.
HNOC: *walks into the middle of the madness* "I mean, my GOD, what in Hell's sweet name do you
even think you're doing?? People are trying to work out there!" *pointing to the door*
Boss pulls off his Badger head-piece.
Boss: "Yeah and we were lettin' 'em! The door was closed!"
HNOC: "The music ALONE was shaking the floor! Jesus Christ, are you high or something?"
Boss jumps down from the desk. High-fiving a few midgets as he walks over to her.
Boss: "Babe, seriously, you need to chiiiiill out, man! You're gonna blow a gasket if you ain't careful!"
A little person runs up to them, does a little dance and says "My name's Gasket!"
HNOC: "Oh my God you disgusting little troll, get away from me!"
Boss: "Whoa, whoooa, whooooa, Sally Spoil-sport, that's like totally racist against midgets, jeez!"
HNOC: "OK, this has far surpassed every level of 'fucked-up' I've ever had to deal with here... and that's
SAYING SOMETHING!!"
Boss: "You wanna drink? We've got champipple, ripple and good ol' Thunderchicken!"
Chick literally wretches. Twice.
HNOC: "I can't even believe this is happening, my God... Aaarrggh!!"
Boss: "Hey, why don't ya have a drink and stick around? We're firing the Big One off later!"
Chick glances over to the corner where there stands a huge multi-colored, penis-shaped confetti
cannon. You read that right.
Wretch numero three-o. Chick stands shaking her head. Why? Why didn't she just walk on by...
Boss: "So, you down?"
HNOC: "I thiiiiiink I quit. Yeah, I quit. I'm done. If it can get any worse than this? I don't wanna see it."
Boss: "Alright, suit yourself. We're gonna party like it's 1599 up in here byoooootch!!!"
Chick walks to the door, flips the lights back off, walks out and shuts it behind her.
[from inside the boss's office] *loud music pumping again*
Boss: "Dance you filthy little monkeys!!!" *sounds of a bullwhip cracking*
[outside the door, in the hall]
HNOC: "Goddamnit I hate Thursdays..."
: )
Hot Nerdy Office Chick is walking up the hall when she hears the low rumble of what sounds like...
Dance music?? What? How? This was an office. Not a club. She kept walking until she was standing
outside her boss's door. The music was at its loudest now. Of course. Why didn't this surprize her?
A little voice goes off in her head: "Don't. Just don't do it. You'll regret it, you always do! KEEP WALKING!"
Oh if she only had the will power to listen. But if it's one thing this job has taught her, it was to be a glutton
for punishment. So with every ounce of 'fuck it' she could muster; she flings open the door.
Her eyes couldn't even interpret what she was seeing. She really should have called in sick that day!
There was a bright spinning disco ball dangling from the ceiling, a strobe light going nuts in the corner,
probably near 30 little people dressed in various BDSM outfits and lastly, but most offensively...
Her Boss... Standing on top of his desk in a FAR too revealing Furry costume... shooting silly-string...
from what looked like a penis-shaped Super Soaker water gun. Yep, all the earmarks were there
for the men in white coats to come and take them ALL away.
She flips on the light and the music screeches to a halt. Everyone stops, turns and looks at her.
HNOC: "Well, you've done it! I don't even know where to fucking start!!"
Boss: "Maybe with turning that light off and getting the music back on!! Wooohooo!!"
Everyone cheers. Except Chick.
HNOC: *walks into the middle of the madness* "I mean, my GOD, what in Hell's sweet name do you
even think you're doing?? People are trying to work out there!" *pointing to the door*
Boss pulls off his Badger head-piece.
Boss: "Yeah and we were lettin' 'em! The door was closed!"
HNOC: "The music ALONE was shaking the floor! Jesus Christ, are you high or something?"
Boss jumps down from the desk. High-fiving a few midgets as he walks over to her.
Boss: "Babe, seriously, you need to chiiiiill out, man! You're gonna blow a gasket if you ain't careful!"
A little person runs up to them, does a little dance and says "My name's Gasket!"
HNOC: "Oh my God you disgusting little troll, get away from me!"
Boss: "Whoa, whoooa, whooooa, Sally Spoil-sport, that's like totally racist against midgets, jeez!"
HNOC: "OK, this has far surpassed every level of 'fucked-up' I've ever had to deal with here... and that's
SAYING SOMETHING!!"
Boss: "You wanna drink? We've got champipple, ripple and good ol' Thunderchicken!"
Chick literally wretches. Twice.
HNOC: "I can't even believe this is happening, my God... Aaarrggh!!"
Boss: "Hey, why don't ya have a drink and stick around? We're firing the Big One off later!"
Chick glances over to the corner where there stands a huge multi-colored, penis-shaped confetti
cannon. You read that right.
Wretch numero three-o. Chick stands shaking her head. Why? Why didn't she just walk on by...
Boss: "So, you down?"
HNOC: "I thiiiiiink I quit. Yeah, I quit. I'm done. If it can get any worse than this? I don't wanna see it."
Boss: "Alright, suit yourself. We're gonna party like it's 1599 up in here byoooootch!!!"
Chick walks to the door, flips the lights back off, walks out and shuts it behind her.
[from inside the boss's office] *loud music pumping again*
Boss: "Dance you filthy little monkeys!!!" *sounds of a bullwhip cracking*
[outside the door, in the hall]
HNOC: "Goddamnit I hate Thursdays..."
: )
