Soup of the Day

While I already have a schedule of posts lined up and ready to go, I can always shake things up a bit if you have suggestions- feel free to send me messages here or on Discord. This story was loosely inspired by a suggestion made by a patron here, and make sure to check out the Discord as well for the assorted photos that go with it...

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“Give me your lunch money!”

“Aren’t you a little old for that act?”

Walking through the cafeteria at the office, I couldn’t believe my bad luck as Joey joined the queue behind me. He was a salesman from the fifth floor, and he acted like some hotshot even though he hadn’t been promoted in years. His personality was as if a jock from a teen movie came to life which seemed appropriate since most of his coworkers were barely out of school themselves.

As we continued through the line, I decided to just stick with soup and salad to shake him, but he for some reason followed me over there even though his tray was already full. Ignoring him, I began to fill a bowl with some tomato soup, and for some reason, he chose that moment to tell what he considered a joke. As he began laughing by myself, he bumped my arm, either inadvertently or on purpose, and sent hot soup flying across me. I looked like I’d been hit with a paintball, and my white shirt was covered with soup that was quickly dripping down towards my pants.

“Fuck!”

I hadn’t meant to curse, but I felt like no one would blame me as I rushed out the back exit by the tray return to find the nearest bathroom. Running inside and turning the lock on the thankfully empty bathroom, I knew that I had to act fast. Dropping my pants to keep them from getting any messier, I leaned forward and began washing my shirt in the sink. The spill had luckily been low enough that I could just cover it with my suit jacket once I got back to my desk. I just had to clean it and get it dried under the hand dr-

“So sorry man, I-”

“Get out!”

Looking in the mirror, I saw Joey standing behind me, and I was too concerned with whether the door lock was even functional to argue with him more. Getting back to my scrubbing, I hoped he’d just close the door and walk away, but he was doing nothing of the sort. Looking up again at his reflection in the mirror, I tried to give one last warning.

“Joey, I swear, get the fuck out of here so that I can finish this up before I get fucking soup on my fucking underwear.”

I was trying to look as menacing as I could, but he wasn’t fazed. In fact, he currently seemed to be using his two brain cells to formulate some idea, but I couldn’t wait ten minutes for that to happen. Grabbing my shirt with a fresh handful of paper towels, I began scrubbing again.

“Hey Ian, if you’re so worried about your underwear, why don’t I help you with that?”

“Don’t you-”

I was too late…

Joey had stepped forward and grabbed onto my briefs before I could even move to block him, and he yanked them down to rest on top of my pants. Standing there at work, with the bathroom door still open behind us, I was naked from the waist down. Scrambling to cover myself, I heard him laughing, but he luckily stopped himself once he realized how flustered I was. Or at least that’s why I assumed he’d stopped laughing…

Turning around, I saw that Joey was nowhere to be found, and instead, my boss was standing in front of me. I’m not sure if he’d been in the cafeteria earlier to understand my predicament, but nonetheless, I was standing there in just my shirt in front of him.

Trying to cover myself, I realized it was too late since he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at my cock dangling in front of him. Waiting for him to say something, we just stood there before he finally stepped out and closed the door. I wasn’t sure if he was still there until he finally spoke.

“Ian, once you get dried off, meet me in my office. I have an update on the Cockwell- I mean Caldwell case for you. Okay, I, um- see you in five minutes.”