​     Two fairly high level supervisors had just been given the secret information that the mutual corporations they worked for were about to merge. To symbolically seal the deal, the two of them found the most expensive suite they could afford to spend the afternoon.

     They didn't even hop in the hot tub first, get used to each other's nudity a little. They just stripped down and went at it.

​     And now Spencer rammed away at this guy, this Derek Powler, this pretty damned powerful executive, this man with slim hips and hardly any ass at all and small patches of hair on his back and strong, muscular shoulders.

     "I'm coming, you bastard!" Spencer yelled.

​     "Hurry!" Derek barked back. "I want my turn, cocksucker!"

​     "I am not a cocksucker! I am the proud father of four children! It's just that..."

     "I know. I know."

     "When I want to celebrate, especially when it has something to do with business..."

     "You're fucking with my focus! Shut-up!"

     So Spencer finished the sentence in his head: "...there's nothing like a strong, tight, hairy ass​ to cram my dick into to reach that free, open space beyond the sphincter so that...that..."

     At which point, Derek dissolved, first into liquid, then into gas, then into nothingness.

     Spencer found he could no longer speak. He could only mutter, "Uh...Uh..." 

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