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“Fine, you can put on some Christmas music if you keep it soft and instrumental. None of that Mariah Carey crap!” Zayne abided, for any music he could place some subliminals with would do. Slowly but surely, he got his boss to relax his rules. The volume went up, decorations went up, and plans were even made for an Office holiday party.
“Don’t you just love this holiday music, boss?” Zayne asked.
“I wouldn’t say love it, but if it keeps good employees happy, I can try to enjoy it. And I think I have something else you’ll enjoy too.”
You value Zayne. You appreciate all he does for you. Zayne deserves a nice big bonus. Okay, so perhaps that valuing and appreciating Zayne had shown up in unexpected ways, but he still never thought a big bonus might get misinterpreted to mean Quinten’s dick. How was he to know that an arrogant prick like Quinten would think of his wide girth as a bonus to any woman he fucked in such a way that he actually made Bonus the nickname for his privates? Nope, Zayne was not aware of any of this and was caught by surprise as Quinten said, “Time for your holiday bonus,” and led him down to his now-unzipped cock. It was a good surprise.
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And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!”
He wondered why he kept telling them that when he knew deep down he was meant to hitchhike, but none of them felt right. One was a trucker that seemed like he’d probably want a favor. Another, a mom with some noisy kids. None felt like someone he wanted to hop in with.
It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortably enjoy being outdoors.
The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides?
Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He immediately began to feel optimistic that this would be that one, as something about that music made him feel safe.
Why was his mind still muddled though? Why did that music call out to to him? He needed to know why it sounded so familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.