The Overtime Ghoul

"Haven't you heard?" Gena, the nice HR lady with whom Abby was gossiping with, asked.

Abby was a new hire for the company, and before she had even completed her second week she was swamped with more work than she could handle. When she was onboarded they had let her know that she could take as much paid overtime as she needed to complete her work, but she quickly realized that none of her coworkers ever took that offer. Trying to fit in, she was reluctant to stay after and risk looking like she was too eager. But she was getting close to her breaking point so she went to ask HR if there was some kind of catch to their overtime policy. "Heard what?" She answered.

"About the ghost! A few years back everyone worked overtime like crazy. It was the only way anything got done around here. One night one employee died from exhaustion. They found out that he had not eaten in days and the only thing in his system was dangerous amounts of coffee. Since then, anyone who stays after tells the same story. About 'something or someone' either scaring them off or distracting them. Making it impossible to get any work done. They say it's the ghost of the employee taking revenge on the company for encouraging a dangerously bad work/life balance." Gena explained.

"So it's just a ghost story?" Abby asked.

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure. It's got everyone well spooked." Gena answered.

"It's just a story. I need to get this work done, hell I need to work overtime." Abby complained.

Gena looked worried, "I can't stop ya, but you'll find out soon enough."

Abby dismissed the warning, she wasn't one to believe in ghosts. Her work was piling up and that was the long and the short of it. She went back to work and made up her mind to stay late tonight clearing this backlog so she wouldn't have it looming over her. Hours went by before the end of the day, and as goodbyes were being said and coworkers left the building, they all took notice of Abby staying behind. A few tried to warn her or ask her to reconsider, but she firmly explained that there was no way she was getting through her backlog during regular hours. They wished her good luck and gave each other worried glances as they left her behind.

Abby still didn't believe in ghosts, but she was unnerved by how many people blatantly believed the ghost story. She prepared her desk for a long night of work. Eyeing up the stack of documents in front of her that needed processing and a long list of emails to sort through, she decided she would go grab a coffee before she got started. The break room had a machine that would vend endless amounts of free coffee, but it tasted like dirt. But an endless fountain of free caffeine was still an effective tool for the modern office worker.

On her walk back to her desk she noticed that the air was cooler. She checked the thermostat, it was set to 65. She decided to crank it up to 69, though she had no idea what it was set at before. She took a sip of her coffee to try and warm up while she waited for the room to heat up. Once she got back to her desk, she noticed that the stack of papers seemed to have fell? Or were blown off? They were all over the floor of her cubicle. She set down her coffee and sighed in frustration.

She organized her desk once again and started filling out the forms. Halfway through her second page, her pen ran out of ink. She threw it in the bin and grabbed a new one from the utensil cup on her desk. She got through a few more pages before that pen ran out of ink too. She had thought this was odd, but she never really used the same pen two days in a row, so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility for her. When her third pen seemed to run out of ink she decided she was fed up with the paperwork for now.

She shifted her attention to her emails and on the top of the list was a message from a random do-not-reply address. The subject read: "Urgent. Highest Priority". Abby decided that was a good place to start. She clicked on it and it opened up a message written in a bright red ink on a black background. It read "go home" over and over a seemingly infinite amount of times. She blinked at it a few times trying to make sense of it, and then deleted the message.

Returning to her inbox, she saw the same email populating over and over again. Abby was quick to send all the messages to spam and block the sender. She spoke aloud "very funny! You can come out now, I know someone's here!"

There was no answer from the empty office. She shook her thoughts away and started sorting through the emails. Worried about the obstacles of the prankster, she decided to save the important ones for later and figure out which emails she can delete. This was a task that she could make a lot of progress in very quickly. She started deleting spam, old requests, and anything redundant. Her inbox was shrinking rapidly. After she had deleted the last useless email her monitor went black. All the lights started flickering. She sighed, "you can stop now!"

Just then a cold breeze ran behind her neck and a voice whispered in her ear. The breath was cold and damp. "Get out," the voice was raspy and deep.

She whipped her head around to see that no one was there. She just felt exhausted, she complained to no one, "alrighty, I believe in you. Is that what you wanna hear?"

Her tone was dismissive and sarcastic. She picked up a new pen and started filling out forms again, "I don't care what you do, I'm getting my work back on track!"

A cold invisible hand grabbed her hand and dragged it around the document she was working on. She reflexively flexed and held her arm steady by force to fill it out properly. "Fucking stop!" She yelled, aggravated.

Suddenly, everything stopped. It all went back to normal. The room wasn't even cold anymore. "Thank you!" She said, moving to get back to her work... then she felt something.

An invisible hand was unbuttoning her top. "Hey! No!" She complained.

She tried to bat the invisible force away, but nothing happened. She felt another invisible force trace a cold finger along the crotch seam of her pants. At the same time a gently cold hand wrapped around her neck. She was sensitive there, and somehow this thing knew that. "Hey... wait~" she moaned softly in defiance.

The cold damp voice whispered in her ear again, "you're stressed~"

She shivered in a mix of delight and fear. Her voice was wobbly as she spoke, "I wouldn't be as stressed if I could finish this work."

The voice whispered in one ear, "you've done enough tonight..." and then in the other ear, "... let me take care of you..."

She felt a feeling of arousal affecting her. "Enough of your tricks. I won't give in." She protested.

The voice chuckled, "this is no trick... it's what your body wants..."

Abby knew that was the truth, but she didn't want to believe it. She wanted to get to her work. "I can't..." she argued.

The voice reassured her, "you deserve it... you've been working so hard."

The force between her thighs seemed to now trace her slit directly rather than the seam of her pants. Abby whimpered, "nnnnn~"

The voice continued, "just say the word... I'll help take the edge off..."

She tossed it over in her head. The cold finger tracing her slit and the damp breath tickling her ear were teasing her perfectly. She clears her thoughts, "just for a little, but I need to work." Abby permitted.

"Good girl~" the ghostly voice said as the cold finger slid inside of her.

All the teasing had made her wet enough to receive it easily. "Mmmffg~" she moaned in pleasure.

The finger probed her insides, tickling her sensitive spots. Abby gasped for air, "ahhhh ahhhh"

Her hips started to move instinctively. She didn't know what to do with her own hands. Her partner had no body for her to hold on to, so they found their way to herself. One hand into her pants and the other onto her chest. Her unbuttoned shirt gave her easy access. She lifted her bra up to drop her breasts into the free air so she could tug on one of her nipples. Her head rocked back as she addressed the specter, "something... bigger~" she pleaded softly.

"Greedy girl~" the voice replied.

The icy finger left her pussy, and then a cold, hard, and thick rod took its place. It reached all the way to her cervix. The sensation made her curl forward in a mix of pain and pleasure, "oh god!" She rumbled.

She started moving her hips up and down, back and forth, trying to ride the invisible member. The icy temperature of the ghost cock was something she didn't expect to be into, but she definitely loved every inch of the freezing cold thing. She bit her bottom lip as she focused on the feelings it sent through her. "Mmmmnnnn~ I needed this" she moaned.

"You DESERVE this!" The voice answered.

The ghost cock slid completely in and out with the perfect precision and speed to hit all her right spots. "You feel amazing!" She complimented.

Her warm hand continued to work her clit and her nipple, in contrast to the cold invisible hand sensually grasping her neck, and the freezing phallus fucking her hard, deep, and fast. The damp voice whispered in her ear, "give yourself up to me..."

"Mmmnnnn~" Abby moaned in affection.

She started slamming her hips hard up and down on the invisible cock. It was badly bruising her cervix, but she couldn't care. The icy sensations made it so she didn't mind the damage. She hadn't gotten any action in weeks and wanted to give into this force like a beast in heat. She couldn't stop her body any more as she felt sensations rising from between her legs. The voice whimpered into her ear, "mmnnn slutty woman~"

The cold hammering of the ghost cock scratched a very deep itch inside her. Her feelings were starting to overflow. She was going to release everything she had been holding back. She was gasping and moaning with reckless abandon into the air, "Mn- Mn- Ah- Ah- Mmm Mmm. FUCK! HaaaH~"

The hand around her neck tightened. Abby had never laid with a man that could hit all her right notes like this ghost could. She was just about over the edge when the voice barked an order into her ear: "Cum!-"

And just like casting a spell, her feelings shuddered through her body. She felt the icy cock pulsing inside of her as she spasmed around it. Her eyes roll back as all her good feelings run through her. "Fuck! Mmmnnn! Fuck fuck fuck!"

She winces with pleasure. She curls inward on herself feeling the best orgasm of her life. "Ahhhhh~"

She's utterly speechless. The voice whispers into her ear, "Good girl~"

She reeled from the pleasure for a few more moments while she caught her breath. She reached a hand down to her entrance out of curiosity and felt a sticky fluid leaking out of her. She brought it in front of her face, she could tell by the sight and smell this was definitely a man's cum on her hand, but it was freezing cold. She instinctively and with a weak expression licked the fluid off of her fingers. It tasted unnaturally sweet for what it was and she was utterly delighted.

She sat up and noticed a wet spot on her seat. She was exhausted, but she lumbered to get paper towels to clean it (and herself) up. "You still there?" She asked the open space.

No answer. In fact all signs of the paranormal activity were gone. Even her dead pens had relocated back to her utensil cup. She looked at the time: 10pm. "Fuck!" She said out loud.

She wanted to be in bed by now. She rushed to compose herself and rebuttoned her shirt. She rushed home to shower and get to bed. The next day she was working at her desk like normal. Gena wondered up to her. "So... how'd it go?" She asked.

Abby sighed, "you were right. Something stopped me from doing anything productive."

Gena looked her up and down, "you seem pretty alright though. What did he do to you?"

Abby stifled a blush as she recalled last nights events. She put on her best dismissive tone, "I'd... rather not talk about it."

Gena looked concerned, "oh deary, I understand. Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

"I won't, don't worry." Abby answered.

Ever since then she never took overtime. At least not to work anyway. Every once in a while she'd 'try again' just to visit her new lover. The end.