"Raul, have those reports ready for tomorrow. No excuses."
"You can bet on it, Mr. Lobo"
Why don't you stick up your ass, idiot geezer, though Raul to himself. He winced, his own ass felt sore, although he wasn't sure why. He left his work station and walked to the bathroom. If someone paid careful attention, they would've noticed the small protuberance that appeared in the back of his tight office pants with every step he took, or the very slight swaying of his hip
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