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Dan thought about it for a second. “Nah. In fact, can I refuse to fill out the form?”
We laughed. Still chuckling, Nev told him, “Sure. So what do you say to Bill when he tells you to do it?”
It didn’t take long for Dan to start causing complete chaos in the office. He had his character Marv tell Bill to “go suck a big one.” He kept having Marv fart loudly and ‘prank’ people by taking their stuff. He took bites out of people’s lunches and put them back in the fridge. He sat with his feet up on his desk talking to his buddies on the phone about a party later.
I would’ve assumed I’d get annoyed by someone playing that way, but it made it so much more fun as the rest of us scrambled to make our characters react in believable ways. I could tell Nev was loving it, in his element as he kept track of Marv’s mayhem so it would have repercussions when any of us did anything.
“I go into Delia’s office to complain about—”
“Delia got drunk on her lunch break because she’s so stressed from trying to control Marv,” Nev reminded me. “She’s pretty useless right now.”
“Hmm.” I pursed my lips, shooting Dan a tiny smile. “Okay, I go to complain to the manager instead.”
“Narc,” Dan muttered to me teasingly, making me grin.
“I’m having an affair with Delia, though,” Reece pointed out. “So I’m not going to fire her nephew. I tell you ‘It’s his first day. Let the kid settle in, for god’s sake.’”
“Okay, so then I go up to Marv’s desk to try and reason with him.”
“Marv’s not at his desk,” Nev reminded me. “He’s in the break room eating your lunch.”
I burst out laughing as Dan grinned at me proudly. “Fine, then I just sit back down at my desk to try and do some work.”
“You can’t.” Nev snorted. “Marv stole your keyboard.”
“Man, Marv really sucks, huh?” Dan drawled as he sipped his water.
“I like Marv,” Suki said brightly. “He’s fun.”
“Me too.” Reece chuckled, looking at Dan. “You should play with us again, man.”
Dan shot me a quick look before answering. “Sure. As long as Rafe doesn’t mind me infiltrating game night with his buddies.”
“Of course I don’t,” I said quickly, flushing when everyone looked at me. “You should. This was fun.”
No one had asked us outright if we were dating or fucking or whatever. I mean, he’d shown up in a latex bodysuit, so it was pretty obvious that there was… something between us.
Despite the fact that he squeaked every time he moved an inch, everyone had just kind of forgotten that he was wearing fetish gear while we played.
Except me, obviously. I hadn’t forgotten. I kept staring at his dick. And the zipper directly over it. If I just reached over and unzipped it…
I’d had to stop myself from thinking of some reason to leave the room with Dan, because I knew if I was alone with him, I wouldn’t have been able to resist. My friends would, understandably, never set foot in my house again if one of them walked into the kitchen and saw me choking on Dan’s dick as it poked out of the open zipper of his latex bodysuit.
When we finished for the evening—with Marv hiding in a supply closet so he could wreak havoc on the office overnight—everyone but me and Dan was tipsy on spicy margs and kept saying how fun that had been. They all urged Dan to play with us again, and he seemed pleased.
Nev offered to help me clean up, but I quickly told him there was no need. One, I wanted everyone to leave as soon as possible so I could be alone with Dan. And two, Nev definitely just wanted to get me in the kitchen to ask me questions, and he was a little drunk which meant he wouldn’t be quiet or subtle about it.
By the time my friends were all finally piling out of the house to get in their cab, I was vibrating with anticipation. I could hear Dan loading the dishwasher for me while I closed and locked the door behind them. My dick was already chubbing up, and when I walked into the kitchen and saw him bending over the dishwasher, it jerked eagerly at the sight of his latex covered ass.
“I can’t believe you walked over in that.” I shook my head.
He peered back at me with a grin, then straightened. “Thought it’d be a nice surprise.”
“It was. It is.” I couldn’t stop myself from walking over and brazenly grabbing his butt. “Your ass looks…”
“What?” He smirked.
I swallowed and croaked, “Really fucking good.”
