“Raul, have those reports ready for tomorrow. No excuses.”
“You can bet on it, Mr. Lobo”
Why don’t you stick up your ass, idiot geezer, though Raul to himself. He winced, his own ass felt sore, although he wasn’t sure why. He left his work station and walked to the bathroom. If someone paid careful attention, they would’ve noticed the small protuberance that appeared in the back of his tight office pants with every step he took, or the very slight swaying of his hips, unusual in him for those who knew him well.
Inside one of the bathroom stalls Raul found the first surprise of the day, when he found out the pink lacey panties he was wearing as underwear. What was going on? He always used loose boxers, and wouldn’t have worn such underwear even if his girlfriend had begged him to. Besides, he would remember if he had indeed put on something like that this morning, no doubt about it. Dizziness overcame him and he had to hold onto one of the walls to avoid falling.