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Anton stared at the hole in the toilet wall. I wasn't that he didn't know what it was. He had personal experience with them in his teen years, now over two decades ago, on both sides of the hole. He was more so shocked that he would see one in the wall of the business and first class lounge at the airport. It was a fairly big one too, and the edges were professionally sanded and varnished, nothing like the rough edges or black electrical tape of the ones in the toilet by the park where he grew up.

As he stared he saw light flash through the hole as someone entered the cubicle next to his and, after the sound of belts unbuckling and pants undoing, evidently sat down. It has been a busy few months for him, flying to every country his company had a presence in. A lot of those countries had dim views on casual sex, prostitution and homosexuality, not that the last one mattered too much to Anton, he was happy with either sex. He sat there, pants around his ankles, as his prick started to rise slightly at the thought of peering through at the guy on the other side. Since the divorce he hadn't had a cock in him, mouth or ass, or his cock in anyone.

Before Anton could get any further with his fantasy though he heard the man on the other side of the wall stand up. The older, slightly greying business man cursed his lack of confidence until he realised the small amount of light coming through the hole was getting less. Then something much different to light pushed through the hole.

It was thick, green and veiny, obviously belonging to an orc.The glans was dark green, so dark that it was almost black, it was also thick and already dripping as it pushed through the hole in the barrier. The very edge of the glans was covered in lighter green skin, the orc's foreskin not entirely withdrawn. The thick slit oozed clear precum as more inches of fat orc cock became visible. The shaft itself was thick, far thicker than Anton's own member which was rapidly growing to it's full seven inches in length. The length of the shaft was covered in veins, some small and scrawny while others thick and pulsing slowly. Finally a pair of dark hair covered orbs were pushed through by well manicured green fingers. The entire organ was easily over ten inches long while the sack was the size of a large orange.

"What do you think?" Came a gruff and somewhat familiar voice from the other side of the wall.

"It's uh.. it's..." Anton stuttered. He never stuttered, he was never lost for words. It was why he was such a good businessman. Even in bed he'd never been floored before. But now he was. "Very impressive."

"All you humans say that about orc cock," The voice replied and the cock jumped, the tip moving a good five inches up and then back down in a slow, lazy arc. "I bet right now you want to get down on your knees and just slurp on it, don't you?"

Anton could feel his cheeks flushing, someone the amount of blood that had filled his rock hard penis hadn't been enough to stop him from blushing. He'd never been with an orc before, they were, as a species, rough, uncouth and of course, poor. But this orc though, his voice was gruff but not unrefined, and to be in this bathroom he must have a good job or good money, if not both. Anton hadn't been the submissive one in any of his relationships in ten years, but right now his cock was yelling at him to get down on his knees and worship the orc.

"Well, if you're not interested..." The orc said in a neutral tone and then the massive shaft started to retreat.

Without Anton even realising it his hand had reached out and grabbed the orc's thick prick. It was unexpectedly hot in his hand and thick, so thick that at the base where his hand was he couldn't get his fingers to touch. The orc moaned softly and pushed back even further so that Anton could make out the trimmed pubic mound up against the hole.

"Mmmm, eager aren't we?" The orc chuckled. "Now, why don't you get that tongue and those lips of yours to work, I imagine we both have a flight to catch."

Anton slowly eased himself off the seat of the toilet and down onto the floor. His rock hard erection didn't wane in the slightest as he shifted forward until the one eyed monster was staring directly at him. As he watched the slit opened just a little and a burst of pre oozed out and dripped to the floor. With a soft gasp Anton let his conscious mind and it's objections about status and role and everything else drift away. Then he leaned forward and used his tongue to lap up the heavy drops of thick, clear precum.

Salty, sweet fluid coated the man's tongue and it sparked a fire of lust inside him that just wanted more. His tongue lapped all over the dark green glans, pushing down the slit and even under the folds of foreskin, hunting for more of that salty sweet nectar. As Anton used his tongue so selfishly though the orc grunted and groaned, his cock swelling just a little larger and more pre cum oozed free of the tip only to be quickly lapped up and swallowed.

At the back of Anton's brain was the thought that this was wrong, he was a middle aged man who had enjoyed the dominant role for years now, that he should be getting the orc to worship his cock, or at the very least an equitable sixty nine arrangement. However the months of deprivation ment his cock was casting the winning the vote and the cock was loving every moment of being the orc's willing mouth.

The orc growled as he felt lips wrap around the head of his cock. His well maintained hands reached up and grabbing the wall and holding it tight as the hot warmth of the human's mouth spread from just his head down along his shaft. Anton also groaned as he watched the base of the massive tool get closer, the thick pipe pushing against the back of his throat and then down further, his gag reflex useless against the sheer bulk pressing down. Finally after long, surp filled minutes Anton's nose pushed into the orc's closely trimmed pubic hair and felt the heavy orbs rest against his chin.

"Fuck!" The orc swore and his cock jumped in Anton's throat like a jackrabbit. "Damn, never had a human take me all the way like that. Bugger that, never had an orc do it either. Now you just hold steady there..."

Anton did as he was told, even if he hadn't been told he wouldn't have moved for all the cock in hell. One of his hands was on his own prick, stroking the once impressive length that now seemed impotent, while the other stroked the large, heavy sack. Each teste was the size of an overripe plum and Anton's over active and undersexed imagination could envision the orc juice swimming in those orbs.

The orc's hands tightened on the dividing wall as he pulled his hips back. Anton tried to hold the thick meat in place, his lips wapping tight and his throat sucking hard but the cock slipped back slowly and surely. Then it pushed back forward, keeping the same slow tempo as it buried back into Anton's throat. The man's eyes teared up as the orc started to fuck his throat but he didn't budge, he help himself right up against the hole in the wall and let the orc ravage his throat.

Slow at first but gaining in speed the orc thrust. His voice echoed around the two chambers, is orgiastic grunts of pleasure making Anton's cock twitch and ooze pre just as much as if the orc had been stroking it himself. Long seconds became long minutes as the orc sped up and started to breed the human's throat. His cock thickened and his balls pulled up tighter as he got ready to unleash his load and then... the orc stopped. His thick cock slowly eased back to the other side of the wall while Anton licked his lips, missing it's presence already.

"Please... Please, I want your seed." Anton found himself whimpering due to the thick cock missing from his lips.

"Stand up and turn around." The orc's voice said, his voice still deep and commanding but not so controlled now that he was edging so close to his release.

"But..." Anton replied, his eyes widening as he looked at the monster and imagined it invading his body. It was one thing to let someone ravage his mouth like that, but an entirely different thing to take it up his ass. He'd only ever let one guy do that before, and they'd been fucking for three months. Plus, just the actual mechanics of it, could it fit?

"Don't worry your little head," The voice said, his hands letting go of the divider. There was a rustling sound and then a small bottle was shown under the dividing wall. Anton recognised it as "Orc Invader" a combination lube and relaxant designed for interspecies mating. He'd used it once on an elf virgin and it had done wonders He had never imagined it might be used on him one day.

"I'm going to make you whimper and beg for my cock," The voice continued, "Then i'm going to bury my nut in you so deep you'll be dripping orc cum for a week. Now, stand up and turn the fuck around."

Anton felt the orc's words hit him less as a command or instruction and more as a statement of how the universe was structured. Without even taking time to register the words he stood up, turned around and then bent over and pressed his ass right up against the hole. He had expected the orc's fingers covered in that special lube, part of him even expected the orc to just thrust right on in without warning. What he felt instead was something warm, agile and moist pressing between his cheeks.

The orc's tongue pressed firmly against the human's resisting ring, prodding it, soothing it and lubing it. Several slow minutes of Anton gasping and growing in pleasure followed as the orc tenderly ministrated to the increasingly less resistant hole. Anton gasped and arced his back with every moment, the hot tongue against his ring, the cool breath passing between his cheeks and even the firm tusks pressing either side of his puckered ring. Once the entrance was slick enough for the orc's preference he pulled back and liberally applied the orange coloured goop from the "Orc Invader" bottle to Anton's hole.

"There we go," The orc muttered. "Only a couple of minutes and then you'll be ready to take every inch I have..."

Anton was beyond replying now, he'd gone from confident salesman, to cock sucker and now was almost at eager bitch in the space of ten minutes. His own cock pulsed and jumped in need, his entire body ready to give up it's one time position of top dog for even five minutes of the orc's monster stretching him and fucking him. His eyes widened as he felt a finger push in, then seconds later another and another. The salesman bit his lip as the orc slowly eased his fingers back and forth, testing how relaxed the ring was and spreading more of the orc invader ooze into him. The thick fingers pushed back and forth slowly, testing the human's limits and then pushing them to see how well the lube was working.

"Please..." A voice moaned and Anton was most embarrassed to discover it was his. He had never enjoyed having his ass played with much, but now it was making his cock jump and twitch every time the orc's large fingers moved. And then suddenly they were gone and Anton was gasping and pushing his ass back against the hole wanting them back, wanting more.

"Oh yeah pink skin, you're ready for this..." The orc rumbled from the other side of the divider. Anton held his breath in anticipation as he waited for the orc's massive dong to press against him. To spread him, to breed him and to leave him gasping and moaning for more. He bit his lip and grabbed his knees and waited... and waited... and waited... How could the orc be taking so long to...

"FUCK!" Both Anton and the gruff orc voice swore at the same time but for very different purposes. The orc swore as he had, in less than five seconds, embedded every single one of his ten fat inches into the near virgin human. His head had slid right into the well relaxed ring and after that the rest of the thick monster just followed through until the orc's large, hairy balls were resting on the smaller, pink sack. The warmth and tightness were amazing and the orc gripped the top of the dividing wall hard again, his hips wiggling forward to bury every last iota of his cock in that tight hole.

Anton on the other hand had gone from enjoying a few fingers to being filled further than he thought was possible by the orc's enormous girth. With every heartbeat he could feel the orc cock stretch him out just that little bit more. There was pain, of course, but it was dulled, far away, a problem for tomorrow when the muscle relaxants and numbing agents faded. What there was a large amount of though was stretching, he could feel his hole stretched wide, his insides displaced by the sheer volume or thick, green flesh that was within in. And he loved it.

The orc didn't just thrust and leave it at that though, after only a few seconds he was already starting to pull his oversized cock back. Anton gasped and bit his lip as he squeezed down, trying to hold the thick cock within him but failing as it slid back to just the head. Then with a grunt the orc thrust forward again, the dividing wall shaking with the power of the thrust and the orc and human's testicles slapped together with a meaty thump. Anton swore again, but this time less in pain but in surprise as the orc's thick sausage slid right into his no longer virgin ass, rubbing right against his prostate as it did so. His cock jumped and his vision blurred as the head and then the shaft didn't just rub but ground against his pleasure spot.

Any sense of formality or turn taking was lost as the orc gave a mighty grunt and started to really plow back and forth, sawing his hips in large, powerful thrusts. He wasn't making love, having sex or even fucking, he was ravaging the gasping and whimpering human. Not since the great human and orc wars of years past had a human taken so much punishment from an orc. Anton took it gladly though. He didn't just take it in fact, he anticipated it, he thrust his hips back and held himself up as the orc sped up.

The sound of balls slapping together filled the bathroom and echoed loudly. If anyone had walked in there would be no mistake what was happening. Even if they had been deaf the smell of aroused orc, dripping cocks and just pure, unrelenting sex was so thick in the air it could be carved up and sold as building materials. Neither orc nor human paid any attention to the time both locked in the ephemeral ecstatic pleasure of unrestrained fucking.

Anton's eyes were squeezed shut as he used every single muscle he had to stay upright and pushed against the wall. He wanted the orc to smash the wall down, to pull him against his assuredly powerful body. He wanted strong, green arms to wrap around hi, squeeze him, flick his nipples and tease his cock, all while he rode that magnificent shaft to climax. The orc's grip on the wall had already bent the top railing off and his once magnificently manicured nails were now cracked and had traces of the dull beige coloured paint on the walls

All good things must end though and the orc hollered out, "Here it comes, human. If you don't want my seed inside you, you better pull off now." Anton knew this was his last chance to prove he wasn't completely the orc's bitch, to pull off and let the beast shoot his seed over the ground, letting it lay wasted and cooling on the ground. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. The idea of pulling off that cock even a second before it was flaccid was incomprehensible, even once it was soft it would probably still press right against the right parts.

The sounds of balls slapping got louder and faster as the orc sped up his thrusting. The dividing wall squeaked as the orcs grip and unconscious pulling on it almost tore the top half off. Anton's eyes opened and bulged as he felt the already thick cock growing, swelling within him, pulsing hard and fast as the orc past the point of no return, his seed flood his pipes and gushing up the tremendous length. The man lifted his hand to his face and bit down on his thumb hard to keep from screaming at the mixture of pleasure, pain and humiliation as the orc's massive tool pumped thick wad after wad of seed into Anton's once tight ass.

Anton lost count of how many times the orc's cock pulsed, how much cum it must be shooting into him. He didn't know if the warmth spreading down over his balls was just in his head or the orc's spunk over filling him and gushing over his body He didn't care either. His cock was still rock hard and yet he had a feeling of contentment he had never gotten once in his life from burying his cock into a tight ass, mouth or vagina.

Finally after a few minutes the orc started to pull back. Anton gasped in dismay as he felt the large presence slowly fading from inside him. The head came out with an almost comical pop and then Anton was left bent over, rock hard, dripping orc cum but feeling oddly empty.

"You cum?" The deep voice from behind the divider said, it wasn't quite so dominating now that it had shot it's load but it still sent chills up the salesman's spine. And he still couldn't place why it was familiar.

"N..no... it was.. was... too intense..." Anton replied, his face flushed and breathing shallow.

"Heh, they all say that," The orc's voice rumbled as it laughed and then a finger slipped through the hole and curled in a come hither motion. "Come one, slip it through. You deserve release after taking a dick like an orc warrior like that."

Anton paused but only for a second, if he didn't get off he would have the worst case of blue balls in his life. He turned around and, without glancing at the hole to try and sneak a peek, slid his cock and balls through the hole to the orc on the other side.

"Wow, not a bad set for a human." The orc said with obvious approval in his voice. Anton gasped out as he felt soft a soft finger tracing the contours of his cock, the lines on his balls, the edge of his glans. He wanted to cum, he needed to cum, a slight breeze would be enough to let him cum but the orc knew exactly where and how much to touch to tease the now completely submissive man.

"I've seen smaller orcs even, though a bit lacking in girth..." The orc continued as he, according to what Anton could feel, wrapped his hand around the rigid organ and slowly started stroking it. "If you weren't such a little bitch for my cock I bet you could give my ass a good ride huh?"

Anton just whimpered and nodded in reply. He knew the orc couldn't see him but words were too much effort. He was right on the line between pleasure and release and needed just one more thing to throw off the delicate equilibrium the orc's hand had created.

Then the orc gave it too him. Anton didn't even have time to react as he felt the warmth of what must have been the orc's tongue lick from the base of his nuts up to the tip of his cock and then it passed over the frenulum that was it. His mouth opened but no noise came out as his cock exploded. Moments later his cock was surrounded by warmth and moisture and slow sucking as it spurted and spasmed, the orc obviously catching every last drop in his mouth.

Anton's hand gripped at the wall but could find now friction as his hips rocked back and forth, driving his pulsing penis back and forth into the accommodating orc's mouth. He really couldn't believe it, that after the orc had ravaged him so thoroughly, degraded him completely and left his seed so deep it wouldn't completely come out for days he was now not only giving him pleasure but eagerly swallowing his seed. Just who was this guy and what was his game?

After what felt like a pleasurable eternity but was in reality only a minute, maybe less, Anton felt his orgasm start to fade. He started to pull back only to feel the ever so slightest suggestions of teeth on the base of his cock so he froze. Slowly, taking great care and attention to detail, the orc cleaned Anton's shaft. Anton shivered as the hot tongue worked along every square centimeter of his cock before kissing the tip and moving away.

Anton collapsed to the floor, his brain only processing what had happened in bursts. He was orc's bitch, but the orc obviously valued his plesure too. But he'd humiliated him and forced him onto his knees. But Anton could have said no and just left at any point. But he'd been horny so that was why. But his cock had never been so hard. But...

His thoughts were interuppted by the door to the cubicle next to his opening and then closing. Whoever the orc had been he had left without a goodbye or a thank you. Anton shook his head in disbelief and then, with great care and a fair amount of toilet paper, attempted to clean up the mess the orc had left in his rump.

Ten minutes later Anton exited the cubicle looking almost none the worse for wear, but walking just a little oddly. As he washed his hands he saw in the mirror that there was a note stuck the door of his cubicle. Part of his just wanted to forget this little scenario, mark it down as a thing that had happened and move on. Find a nice hot chick, heck even a guy, and fuck their brains out.

Another part of his brain though wanted to feel that way again, thoroughly used and stretched and filled and yet, in some odd way, cared for. He spent a good five minutes washing his hands as he made his decision and grabbed the note as he left.

"Thank you for allowing me to violate you so vigorously." The note began and Anton felt his cheeks flush. "I will admit I am no stranger to casual hook up or glory holes but your ability to take a cock of my dimensions was truly awe inspiring. My balls are still tingling from how well your ass milked my cock. While I understand that the idea of a glory hole is anonymity and discretion I would be remiss if I did not at least attempt to entertain you to the idea of rescheduling your flight, coming to a five star hotel with me and letting me violate you as many times as is physically possible in one evening. I would even entertain the suggestion of allowing that marvelous cock of yours to violate me. Take my assurances that the amount of people I have offered to sodomise me I can count on one hand."

Anton felt his cheeks flare red at the words on the page. Everything was so formal and educated and yet this was the same person who had growled at him, dominated him with just his voice and his cock and left him panting on the floor? Even more so, despite having cum only less than half an hour ago he was already hard again from the note. He continued reading.

"I can assure you discretion and that this can remain casual if you so wish it, though my personal wish is to come to some mutually beneficial agreement in which both of our needs are met and you lie sprawled upon the bed, naked save only for my arms wrapped around you. If any or all of this sounds like something you might be interested in then you can find me at table 27 in the business lounge. My flight doesn't leave until 7pm." And then there was a signature that Anton couldn't make out.

He glanced at his watch, it was only 5:45pm, plenty of time to make his decision. As he stood there though he realised that all spending more time making the decision would do is give him longer to try and rationalise meeting the orc again. Whatever he had been before he had walked into those bathrooms now he was a completely orc cock addict. Plus the idea of getting to swap roles with someone who was so obviously that much bigger and more powerful than him was very alluring.

His heart beating so hard in his chest he was sure everyone else could hear it Anton stepped into the business lounge. The numbering was fairly easy to work out and in no time he had followed it to a corner where there was a tall, broad shouldered orc in a suit. He had short-cut, red hair with gel in it to make it spike slightly and a matching beard that covered his chin and went up to his sideburns but no moustache. He was smiling as he made eye contact with the blushing man, his orange eyes twinkling in mischief. He was wearing a well tailored business suit but even that couldn't hide the muscular physique that an orc can easily have in his prime. Anton also recognised him.

The orc sitting on the table in front of him with the twinkling eyes and "I've fucked your ass so thoroughly no other man will ever be able to make you feel the same way smirk" was none other than the CEO of the company Anton worked for. They had met once, briefly, at a seminar. He had shook the orc's hand and been surprised by the gentleness of his hand, the education in his voice and the intensity of his eyes which almost seemed to undress him as he had stood there. His name was Alturk Jones and was one of the top one hundred richest people on the planet.

"Well, fancy that..." The CEO said, his smile broadening as he stood, and walked to the other side of the table and pulled out a chair for Anton to sit on. Anton obliged Alturk but as he sat down the orc moved in and softly, delicately kissed Anton's neck. He then returned to his side of the tale and sat down and gestured to the waitress to bring two more glasses of the champagne he was drinking.

"You will have to excuse me, I know I have met you but cannot recall your name. We met at a seminar about effective habits to build effective partnership I believe. I had hoped to get a chance to know you better then and there but I was unavoidably detained by others. Still, the universe moves in mysterious ways I suppose." The orc said, leaving pauses for the stunned human to reply but carrying the conversation when it became apparent that Anton wasn't going to say anything. He then reached forward and offered his hand to the smaller man with a smile. "Alturk Jones, and you are?"

"Anton..." Anton replied and then blinked and shook his head. "Anton Ipers. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Alturk quickly glanced around before leaning in and kissing the smaller man's hand while looking him in the eyes. "The pleasure was all mine, let me assure you. Now, as much as I am enjoying your company there are things that need to be dealt with. I assume you read my note?"

Anton nodded.

"And you wish to take me up on some or all of the things inside? Things involving a king sized bed, room service and our sweaty bodies lying tangled between soiled sheets?"

Anton felt his cheeks blushing and again nodded. He could feel the orc's foot resting on his inner thigh, just rubbing slowly. Before he could reply though the orc raised a finger to his lips. It was just in time too as the waitress arrived and put the two glasses down in front of them and then left with a large tip.

"Good, good. I look forward to our upcoming merger. Despite the heavy investment I have already deposited into your holdings I think we can manage at least two or three more asset transferals. Plus of course your deposit into my holdings. It has been a while since I've had to accept a deposit so I hope your prefered method of negotiating it more equitable than my hostile takeover tactics."

Anton paused for a second but finally found his voice returning and winked back at the orc as he replied. "I admired your hostile takeover strategy greatly though. It was brutal but effective and provided much needed relief to a... uh... stagnant market. I assure you my own tactics are less forceful but no less effective. I tend to spend a lot of time preparing the market for my transfer, making sure it won't destabilise or harm the local economy. And once I'm in the process of transferring I'm sure you, I mean, the company will be eager to acquire more and more of my holdings."

The orc's grin turned into a broad smile as his eyes brightened even more so. He leaned forward and beckoned Anton to do the same. "You have gotten me so fucking hard right now I'm tempted to take you back to the toilets and fuck you all over again. No one's ever been able to keep up with business double entendre before."

"That was just the opening formalities let me assure you," Anton said as he leaned closer and closer until their lips were almost touching. "Once we have had more time meeting and I have had a chance to tailor my marketing solutions to your business needs let me assure you that you will not need to manage your own assets again."

The orc's eyes glanced up and then he gave a soft growl and pushed forward, his lips pressing against Anton's. Anton moaned softly into the kiss as they both pressed into it, the table awkwardly between them, though probably stopping them from both performing lewd acts in the lounge. Anton hadn't ever kissed someone with tusks before and had been a little worried, but they didn't push into him, instead they just rested against his skin and made the kiss a little deeper.

"Damn, where have you been the last six years?" The orc asked quietly as he moved back, his cheeks flushed in the same manner as Anton's. Before anton could ask what he meant by six years the CEO had his phone out and to his ear.

"Hey, Sven? Yeah, yeah, I'm taking a little R&R here. Can you get me a good hotel, king sized bed for the next two nights. Reschedule my meetings, give my sincere apologies, tell them I've got some virus or something and can't travel. Uh huh, yeah, no just two days will be fine. Also find out who Anton Ipers' direct boss is and inform them he's now part of my personal staff for the next month. Thank you Sven, you're a gem."

Anton's eyes were wide enough he didn't even need to ask what had just happened.

"That was my personal assistant, he's fantastic. Doesn't ask any questions, completely professional and a cute butt. He'll get us a hotel somewhere nearby."

"But, a month working with you? I mean i'm flattered but.. well, I'm not a whore you know?"

"If you were you'd be the ruin of me. I'd spend every last cent on you."

Anton didn't know if that was a compliment or a very pretty insult and decided to just ignore it. "That doesn't really answer the question..."

"After we had finished fucking I had a look through the glory hole and saw you. I looked you up on the personnel database and saw your performance reviews, notes from managers all those kinds of things. It's pretty impressive I must say."

"But, you didn't know my name..."

"I wanted to avoid a conversation like this. Anyway, you look past due for a promotion. My guess is your boss has been avoiding it since you keep making him look good. So now I'm giving you the chance to prove yourself. And if that coincides with spending our evenings reviewing each others portfolios then so be it. At the end of the month if it seems you can't keep up, with the business side of things, then we'll work out a way to still keep reviewing each others assets then."

Anton felt a bit swept away by how fast things were going. It seemed to good to be true. "I.. Well.. That does sound tempting... but..."

"But nothing. You are being offered a dream job, amazing sex and more money. If I didn't think you were going to be any good at the job I'd organise you to get a two day layover and then try and get us in the same city as often as possible."

"When you put it that way..."

The orc smiled and reached over again to squeeze the reluctant ex-salesman hand. "In a months time you want to go back to your old job, you go back to your old job. But I have an eye for this kind of stuff." Anton was about to reply when Alturk's phone lit up confirming their reservation.

"Well, that's all done. Shall we?"

They did. Several times. The cleaners were astonished (and tipped heavily).

EPILOGUE

Anton and Alturk worked together for the next month and then Anton left the company. Anton and Alturk got married the very next month and Anton was rehired working for a different senior executive to avoid favoritism. They adopted two children, one a human and one an orc, and after a rather embarrassing situation had their "play room" sound proofed and locked three different ways. Once a year they come back to the same airport bathroom and, in one way or another, relive their first lustful adventure.