"The Staplerman"

A group of female staff tumbled through the sliding door, oblivious of the ruckus they brought in to the IT department with their Starbucks and high heels. clik, clik, clik, down packed blocks of cubicles and stressed IT staff, mostly male.
They had been talking about a female celebrity who was caught pissing in public. It's not everyday the loud and stuck-up sales ladies pass through his dept, but he's noticed her out of the corner from his thick glasses. How can anyone miss her? She's the trendiest and shapely one in a sea of company employees. The ladies have noticed him too - for his awkward social graces, fully-equipped stationary, and his high-school back pack which he carries every Monday for meetings.
They soon approach his desk and he quickly averts his eyes away from them, but she caught him staring anyway. It was at that moment his sweaty palms lost grip of his over-sized box of stationary. CRASH, and out came tumbling his entire collection of accessories, pens, post-its, and most noticeably the industrial grade stapler.
"Fuck." He uttered beneath his breath as he swept up his precious knick-knacks. Even from under the table and away from their glares, he could literally hear their thoughts going "who the fuck carries that in their drawers???" By this time all his male colleagues were looking on as their faint trail of giggles exited the department.
The whiff of her hair and clothes which his sensitive nose absorbed gave his dickhead a tiny spill.
"What a cock teaser. One day I'll get back at her."
He said while chucking the giant stapler back in the drawer.

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It said 5:56PM on his digital watch as he stood alone in the board room. The staff meeting had just wrapped up and as usual everyone has fled out the door and probably heading for happy hour. He didn't like leaving at rush hour that forced him to squeeze into packed buses. Besides, being the last in the office simply meant he could do whatever fuck he wanted to. Such as, jerking off into the milk packets in the pantry, turn up the AC and surf porn with his shirt off. Just last week he accessed staff computers from Communications dept and saved copies of some personal photos. Through them he came to know of some scandals among inter-department colleagues. Some of which were very, VERY scandalous. Being the "it" guy to go to for IT solutions, he'd never, in this lifetime, ever, ever get caught because he did all these nasty things under the pretext of "fixing staff computers", obviously. He knew how to avoid being filmed on CCTVs - he knew exactly where they were - all 22 of them. He thought further about the sexual affairs. "Pathetic!" He said out loud while packing up his stuff.
"Pardon me?" Came a voice.
"huh?" he made a sharp turn around, nearly dropping his bag pack, and got more startled to see Lynn standing at the doorway. She was the one who had given him a stiffy earlier.
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" she apologized.
"(It's her, I don't believe it!)" he exclaimed in his head.
"I was... just around the corner when I saw there were still somebody in here" Lynn said.
"(Shit. I hope she didn't see me wanking into the orange juice. What is she doing here again anyway?)"
"Yeah. I was just packing up after the meeting." he quickly replied and pretended to look busy.
"How was the meeting? It must be such a bore to stay back overtime, alone and all..."
her small talk made her suddenly sound too friendly. She picked up his file and handed it over to him.
“Yeah.” He simply answered, uninterested in her small talk.
“Look, did you wanted me to check out your PC, or something?" He spoke up.
"My PC's fine. I uh… had these printed out and... i needed it to get stapled." She showed him her stack of documents with her name printed in bold on the cover. He waited for her to finish.
"Well, aren't you the only one around here who's full of useful gadgets? Isn't that why they call you The Staplerman?"
"(So she HAS heard of me.)" He beamed. Visually noticing she had removed her jacket and is now exposing more skin and flesh, the sight excited him to another level.
"(And they probably call you The Office Whore.)" he humored himself in his sick mind. "I've been called many other names." He said nonchalantly as he shoved the infamous giant stapler towards her not before stealing a glance at her low-cut blouse.
"Thanks. Oh, I need to get reloaded."
"What??" he turned only to see her holding the mouth of the stapler wide open to reveal that it's out of staple refills.
"Right. Refills are here." He motioned towards his desk outside as she followed him out of the musky board room. They get to his cubicle and she remembers the lemon-scent that greets her every time she had happened to walked pass, although she never noticed what an expensive looking swivel chair he had. It was one of those state-of-the-art, sleek, silver types designed to impress anyone.
"Wow. You sure are all about gadgets." She couldn't help but check out the other cool stuff that adorned his cubicle. It was actually quite cozy to her.
"Here, I'll do it. He grabbed the stapler and her documents from her and did the refill and staple thing.
"You're all done." Her documents went to her, his stapler went back into the drawer.
"Well, that was quick. Thanks." She wished she had more time to stay back and get more acquainted with this introverted "Staplerman" she'd heard about. They made eye contact again and both seemed to be acting quiet and shy. Totally not their usual self. A brief moment of awkwardness swirled around them.
"(I'd be jerking off right about this time.)" He thought to himself. "(Yup. Definitely feeling a boner coming on. Man, if only I could do that whore right here right now...)" He was too engrossed in his sexual fantasy to realized that Lynn was eyeing his growing bulge. Her sparkling eyes widened but not in disgust; in delight. It was actually very visible that he was quite large in size and that made her mind wander a little, too. By the time he realized what she was looking at he had no control over his growth, who was now pointing upwards towards her bosoms.
"Is there perhaps some other weird reason why they call you The Staplerman?" Confident that he fancied her, she made the first move. Her long red nails reached towards his crotch and started stroking whatever that was throbbing.
"Oh, my god.” He involuntarily let out a heave at the mere touch of her sharp nails.
"(That's it, if this cock-teasing slut wants it, I'm so going to do her.”) he spitefully thought. It was then he stood up to sweep her hand away from his cock and forcefully held it behind her back. His actions came as a surprise as she thought he was too much of a wuss to initiate.
"Two can play one game." he said to her as his hands reached up under her blouse to fondle her erect nipples after hastily undoing her buttons. She gasped. Within seconds his pants were down and her knees were trembling in sexual ecstasy. Being abruptly man-handled by this odd stranger at her work place made her pussy clench and become slippery. She was enjoying his pounding, when suddenly she stopped moaning halfway and looked up: she realized they were in full view of one of the CCTV.
"No, wait! We can't do it here." showing him the camera. He rejected instead and interrupted her, "I will fuck you ANYWHERE I want." His burly tone of voice signaled to her how serious he was about this and that her opinions were useless now. She was completely helpless under his beefy chest; the only thing that could move was her bouncing tits that shook to the rhythm of his pounding dick. She exhaled in a half moan and half groan, somewhat begging him to stop, yet no one has fucked her so deep before that her pussy wanted more of it. He knew she wanted more because she lifted her ass higher so he could enter deeper but a few more thrusts and he was ready to shoot in her.
She screamed a little at first, but got louder and louder and he yanked back her hair. He delayed his orgasm but the more he resisted the sweatier and steamy he got, that even his thick spectacles fogged up by their heated bodies. Sweat from her sore nipples dripped onto her documents and made her smear her printed name. He was banging her so hard that he shook the entire row of cubicles which were separated by thin cardboard-like material.
Her tightening pussy couldn’t take it anymore as his rhythm got quicker and harder because he was coming too. With a loud cry she let him thrust into her one last time and came immediately as he let his load in her too, both panting. He remained in her for few long minutes before he was ready to unplug his exhausted dick out of her. Unfortunately for Lynn, after he put his shirt and pants on, he found her naked and sweaty body completely passed out on the floor with this contented look on her face.
“Well, I’ll take that as a complement.” He snapped. He was happy with his after-hours activity as well, being one of those who fucked in the office like in the porn movies he had seen. As revenge he decided to go home and abandoned her there without a word. He grabbed his back pack and left the office but not without removing the taped recording from the CCTV first.

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He didnt see her at all the next day; not at the smoking zone, not even at Starbucks. But for the entire day he had this glow on his face and the hours seemed to fly past him. All he could think of was everything that happened yesterday right on his desk, which was all caught on film. He planned to send her a copy of their incriminating activity and extorted large sums of money from the office whore as payback. Of course, being the IT guy he knew how to mosaic his face off the screen so that she could never dare reveal his identity. The only thing she’d know is that she got fucked over by the company Staplerman.