Germany's coworkers never noticed a thing. Sure, they knew he was a little... /off/, but they never suspected a thing. They never noticed the way he stroked the top of his desk back and forth, in almost a loving manner. They only saw a man bored of his job.
Back and forth, back and forth...
But what they didn't know couldn't hurt them.
They didn't know what happened after they went home, after the big doors of the Office closed.
Being the boss had it's perks. Germany could supervise, and make sure everything ran smoothly.
And he could fuck all the tables he wanted.
Oak, mahogany, even plastic. Germany didnt care what the table was made out of. Germany just wanted to make love to as many beautiful tables he could. Germany wasn't an impulsive man, but he just couldn't control himself around tables. It took work just to restrain himself until closing.
The clock struck 6:39, and Germany watched as the last worker drove away. He smiled and locked the doors. The office was his. Germany practically skipped through the office with glee, eyeing all of his potential table lovers. He had so many to choose from! Would he choose a new table? Or perhaps an old one, that had given him a wild time? Or maybe tonight he would just cuddle with one? The sheer excitement and the amount of options overwhelmed Germany, and made his heart flutter. His erection was already pressing against his bicycle shorts.
Germany finally settled on a gray, bumpy, plastic table in the break room. Just thinking about the texture made Germany slowly reach down. Germany pulled a tube of lemon lubricant out of his fanny pack, and gave the table a lusty gaze as he slathered it all over the surface. Germany wheezed as he shimmied out of his bicycle shorts, smiling as his wiener flopped around in the stale air of the break room. He breathed in the scent of lemon-y goodness and decaf coffee and softly slid his 2 inch dick against the table. He shuddered and came immediately.
Germany breathed loudly in that annoying nasally way of his & curled up on the table. Another wild night in the life of Ludwig Beilschmidt. The End