Author: throwawayconhay

For a friend, part 4 [C&H series][MF]

Previous entries (hopefully these links work!):

[Part 1 – Hotel](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8pppo5/for_a_friend_c_h/?utm_source=reddit-android)

[Part 2- Bar](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8pyyes/for_a_friend_part_2_c_h_mf/?utm_source=reddit-android)

[Part 3 – Workplace](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8tf77n/for_a_friend_part_3_c_h_mf/?utm_source=reddit-android)

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I sit in the bleak cube that marks my workstation and watch as progress bars tick their way across my screen. One by one they fill up, numbers and colors and symbols popping into existence with every increment. It’s a welcome break from the chaos I endured the past few days.

The week has been a blurred rush to launch our products with a new partner, and our company leaned heavily Hayley, Rita, and I to make it happen. Our small team was pulled to and fro, hours of tense meetings and confusing emails and last-minute drama interspersed with frenzied coding and calculating and testing. I’m wrung out, a man-shaped sack hanging from the corporate clothesline. But that’s not what is eating away at me this morning.

Hayley is. Or, rather, the lack of Hayley is.

I don’t know what changed. A few weeks ago Hayley and I could barely keep our hands off of each other, our passion a wildfire threatening to burn us both. Now that flame has been doused to a puttering smoke and I’m not certain why. A wrong word? A misplaced comment? We had a minor disagreement that we’ve both put behind us, but since then we’ve been distant with each other. Read more »

For a friend, part 3 [C & H] [MF]

Meetings. Any well-adjusted individual who works in a corporate environment long enough develops an instinctive dread at the word. Pre-meetings, post-meetings, follow-up-meetings, meetings to determine if we need meetings about meetings. It takes a special kind of sadist to wake up every day and decide that their employees’ calendars looks just a little too empty, their time just a little too free.

In my years working for The Man — or The Woman, in the case of Hayley — I’ve expended far more effort and energy trying to get out of meetings than I have actually attending them. I’m rarely successful.

My latest campaign ended in the failure I have come to expect. Hayley listened patiently as I listed reason after reason why I would be better off lobotomizing myself with a pencil than I would be joining her on the inaugural call of our new internal standards committee (ISC for short, since nothing is really official without a proper initialism). It was a compelling argument, rife with expert pantomime of pencil-into-brain mechanics. When I finished she nodded and said, “You think I want to join? If I have to go, so do you.” Read more »

For a friend, part 2 [C & H] [MF]

Five glasses clink together above a round table. “To Connor!” Heads are thrown back, drinks are downed, and my thirtieth birthday celebration begins.

This night I’m out with my coworkers: Kyle, Alice, Rita, and, of course, Hayley. A few more will join us later in the night. I’ve worked with them all for years, but it was Hayley who organized this outing. Hayley, who I haven’t been able to touch or kiss or fuck since our night in the hotel room two months ago.

I shake that thought off. Those few hours were never meant to lead into anything more.

For tonight, though, our plans are simple: drinks and some food at a local, rowdy bar. No great surprises, no grand expectations. It’s exactly what I want and need. Hayley knows me well.

It’s also a welcome break for all of us after an endless barrage of spreadsheets and meetings and the general bullshittery of a corporate environment. A bit of excess will do us all good. We’ve already put in an order for more appetizers than five people can reasonably be expected to consume, and a second round of drinks is on the way. Read more »

For a friend [C & H]

I stand before the door to room 309, hoping that no one is around to see me in such an unexpected place. That wouldn’t stop me, exactly, but I’d like to preserve Hayley’s dignity if I can. In the eyes of other people, at least. There’s no need for dignity between us tonight.

The past six hours of my life were spent in the car chasing a whim. Six hours to find Hayley, alone in a hotel in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere, with our coworkers sleeping in rooms around us, and fuck her brains out.

I feel like shit. Sitting in the car for so long always does a number on me, and this time I’m almost certain that someone replaced a few of my vertebrae with a bowling ball. My knees creak like a rusty weather vane as I walk, and my feet are swollen and ready to burst from my shoes. I’m sweaty and hungry and I probably look like hell.

But I made it to her. It’ll be worth it. Read more »