Remember Sarah, let me tell you about what happened to her a few years back. She was a director at Simon and Schuster and a favorite of Max Schuster the third’s. Well Max ultimately made her a VP. She was the fair haired golden child as they say. She showed a lot of promise. “She delivers.” Max often told the others. The others were all envious of the relationship she had with Max, and the reverence in which he held her.
Tom Fink was the IT guy at S & S as they called it. An amorphous blob of bagel eating flesh. A day didn’t go by that there wasn’t a poppy or caraway seed stuck in his teeth, butter or cream cheese on his shirt and the tail, at least a half inch of which, wasn’t protruding from his pants zipper. He gave the impression that he was always angling for something. You couldn’t put your finger on it (another figure of speech, sorry but they are so effective) but he was the type of person one couldn’t let their guard down when one was around. He was bright just as most good programmers always are. The smell of Toms body odor was reminiscent of the rendering of blubber into sperm oil.
Tom came to Sarah’s office and in Tom Fink fashion he walked in without knocking. Tom felt he was the life blood of the company as most good programmers usually do. “Not now Tom!” said Sarah. “Oh, I think now is perfect.” said Tom. Tom snorted, literally, like a pig, he pushed his glasses up his greasy nose with his fat index finger. A fat smelly finger that would one day be wiggling around in sweet Sarah’s vagina. He positioned his Lap Top computer, it was adorned with a “Programmers do it in Bits” sticker on the cover, right in front of her and he said, “Read it and weep!” Sarah read a piece of erotica she had written about Max. The work was the piece she wrote describing how she had to insert a drink stirrer in the Old Mans limp noodle cock just so he could fuck her. Tom said he could remove the writing from the server but asked, you guessed it, always angling, if there was something Sarah could do for him. He actually said, “What’s it worth to ya honey? You’ve got such a purdy mouth, and it looks so lonely.” She looked at the two day old piss stain on Tom’s chinos and vomited into her hand.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bi5ll7/a_second_installment_about_max_the_impotent