The View From The Top

Lennie leaned over towards Marshall. “Yo, so my wife says she thinks we should get out of the office, out of downtown. She’s sent me a message. She thinks there’s something going on.”

“Going on? Didn’t you just get back from vacation? Need a little more time off?”

“I’m serious man, I think there’s some kind of incident.”

The hum of a busy office on a Tuesday morning started to rise as the ping of messages hitting phones began to crescendo. More voices rose in volume until only a few seconds later an alarm went off. The noise was ear splitting. The building started to sway and through the floor Lennie could feel an odd thumping. Mr Treadwill opened the door to his office as he was putting on his jacket.

“Ok everyone we need to evacuate the building. It’s not a drill. Use the stairs. In an orderly manner please!”

People started collecting their possessions and making their way towards the fire exits. Then a scream came from beside one of the windows. Then screams and shouts from all along the side of the office facing east. At first people stopped to try to see what everyone was so scared of, and then they bolted for the exits in mad panic.

Erin moved against the crowd as the office began to clear and stood up by the window, reaching out to touch the glass with her flattened palm. “Oh my…”

An erection moved past the window. It was as large as a parade blimp. Erin could imagine herself sitting on top of it and riding it like a whale. It bobbed as it stood out at from the giant’s body at an almost perfect right angle, the tip swaying, rising and falling, with each step that he took. Veins inflated like fire hoses pumped untold amounts of blood into this gigantic throbbing manhood. Erin watched as his hairy, sagging balls wobbled. Cupping them would be like trying to cup a hot air balloon. She dribbled a little from the side of her mouth. Then within seconds it was gone. She strained to see against the glass as his tight pair of buns receded down the street to the south, the shaking stopped, and the sounds of the screaming crowds and the alarm came back into focus. She wanted to see more. She had to get onto the street.