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Originally posted by Alex_de_Large
So I thought I has seen everything until I walked into a partner's office this evening to drop a research memo on his chair: on his computer screen, I found a rather large image of a pretty young lass, buck nekkid and pleasuring herself. Needless to say, I dropped the paper off and got the fuck out of there. She looked like she was having a good time, though...
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In an interesting twist, about two months ago, I was in the office one night at 11:00 (well actually I'm in the office at 11 at night every night, but the incident I am about to describe only happened on the one particular night), and thought I was alone. Upon checking my yahoo email account, I found the usual 20 or so porn spams, and being an enquiring chap, I was in the process of checking out the sites, with about 10 browser windows open, when a partner walked in my office. I quickly clicked on a document (he walked to the side of my desk so he could see my screen) and started talking. About a minute into the conversation I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a new screen pop up, no pun intended, and lo and behold it was graphic, in that XXXXX gonzo porn way. Without breaking eye contact and with the screen up for no more than 2 seconds (which was long enough, no pun intended), I clicked/kicked the reset button on my computer (under my desk) with my foot.
No one acknowledged that anything out of the ordinary had happened.
C'est la vie.....assumption of the risk and all that. My feeling is, if I'm going to be stuck in the office every night until midnight, I may as well get some perks, no pun intended.
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