Stormwatch - a Blizzard in Buffalo
Copyright© 2025 by Duleigh
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Co-workers who loved each other from afar suddenly trapped in a blizzard that shut down much of Western New York. Forced together by a storm, they revealed their feelings for each other and soon one of the great love stories of the Niagara Frontier began. Battered war veteran Josh and discarded beauty queen Veronica finally found the one they could only dream about and this was just the beginning. Enjoy the rollout here once a week, and if you prefer to grab the whole book, you can at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex
“Where ya been Josh?” asked Terri McCarthy as she walked in through the back entrance of the Andalon Data Center and past Josh Gravely’s office.
Josh Gravely was buried behind his four monitors as he reviewed the health of the server farm in the data center. “I took some time off,” he said as he continued to type. He had been gone four business days and was expecting to see his precious servers in a smoldering heap. He was surprised to find that all were running fine and the new servers that he configured for the expansion of services to Bison Radiology, a chain of radiology clinics, were up and running.
“Hell, you’ve taken most of a week off,” insisted Terri. Her constant sidekick, Jen Combs, nodded in agreement.
“I was in this building for one hundred hours straight,” said Josh without looking up from his spreadsheet.
“I heard a rumor that Miss von Köster was here too,” whispered Terri and she wagged her eyebrows. “Did she set you up with one of her friends?”
“No,” which was true. “I saw Miss von Köster in her SUV ready to leave after Mister Friedman closed the building,” which was also true. He didn’t mention that he escorted Veronica back into the building an hour later.
“So what did you do the whole time you were in here?”
“Me? I spent the time wondering whose apartment you passed out in.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” grinned Terri.
Josh merely pointed to two stacks of boxes in the corner. In one stack, each box had a bright yellow tag, and in the other stack, the boxes all had a bright green tag on them. “There’s your equipment for Bison Radiology. The yellow tags go to North Tonawanda, the green tags are for the Bailey Avenue downtown office.”
“How will we know which is which?” whined Terri. “How do we know where they go?” She was trying to get under Josh’s skin and was doing an excellent job of it.
“By double checking the serial numbers before putting them in your car,” said Josh, now understanding why Terri’s boss Eli always complained of headaches. “Take Cole and Rasheed with you, and call when you’re racked up and ready to power up.” He handed Jen a couple of notebooks containing the entire set up plan. Anthony called them MOPs, Method of Procedure, but Josh called them checklists. “I want these checked off as you go and checked off in the on-line document so I know where you are at in the procedure.”
“Why? Cause you don’t trust us?” insisted Terri.
“It’s for the betting pool,” said Josh without looking up from his four monitors. “The programmers are betting that Jen beats you by an hour with zero errors, the sales team has her up by two hours.” Actually, it was so he could do his part of the task back at the office without being on the phone constantly with the field technicians. “Cole! Rasheed! Toss a coin, loser goes with Terri, winner helps Jen.”
“You’re cold boss,” mumbled Terri as she went to harass Cole and Rasheed. Jen just grinned and winked at Josh as she walked past his desk. Like Terri, Jen was incredibly cute. She was five foot four, about two inches shorter than Terri, and had shoulder length blondish hair and a darling little figure. She was also married with two children and she was far more knowledgeable than Terri. Jen had been in the business for over a decade and could do one of these big installs blindfolded.
“Jen, take Cole with you, please?” said Josh. “He hasn’t been out on site much and needs to unlearn everything Terri taught him.”
“No problem,” said Jen and she went up to Cole, a fellow who looked like he was drafted by the Buffalo Bills to play linebacker. “Let’s go, you’re with me,” said Jen as she inventoried the stack of boxes with green tags. “Ever been to the downtown office?” she asked.
Meanwhile, Terri was inspecting Rasheed like she won him in one of those ‘married at first sight’ TV shows. “You’ll do, let’s get this all in my car.”
Josh chuckled and went back to working. In the lower left corner of his lower left monitor was a pop-up message from Anthony Friedman. It simply said, “See me.” Josh hit control/alt/delete and locked his computer, then grabbed a clipboard and watched as Rasheed and Cole helped load Terri and Jen’s cars, then went into Eli’s office. “They’re heading out Eli,” said Josh.
“Outstanding, any problems?”
“Nah. Not yet. Let’s see how far they get before they call for help,” said Josh as he handed a copy of the MOP to Eli. Eli was in charge of the field technicians, and Josh was in charge of the server room and server room technicians, but these installs always worked best when one person was in charge and since Josh had the experience of running large diverse groups of people, Mark, Eli and Josh’s mutual boss, asked Josh to run the entire install while Eli assisted when needed.
Then Josh went over to Mark’s office. Mark, as usual, was glaring at his monitor and typing rapidly. “We have Bison Radiation rolling,” said Josh.
“Uh huh,” replied Mark without looking up from his work.
“Both the NT and Bailey avenue offices going in today.”
“Uh huh.”
“The West Seneca office is on hold because an elephant sat on the building.”
“Uh huh.”
Josh shook his head and stifled a chuckle. Mark probably heard the elephant remark. It just didn’t register yet. “I’m headed over to Ant’s office, the big guy wants to talk to me.”
“Take this over with you please,” said Mark and he handed Josh a stack of paper without looking away from his monitor.
“Will do, sir.”
“Don’t call me sir.”
“Yes sir,” said Josh as he headed out from the data center and maintenance side of the building, through the programmers’ bullpen and into the unfamiliar land of sales. The programmers were mostly dressed like unruly teenagers, but the salesmen were dressed sharp. Suit coat, tie, perfectly styled hair. Each was on a cell phone talking to somebody. He nodded to Ira Goldstein, the only other USAF veteran in the building. Ira was an officer in the Air Force, but Josh wasn’t sure what he did for Uncle Sam when he was on duty. Talking to Ira was like talking to a whirlwind. He was all over the place and only stayed on topic when he was discussing sales.
Finally, Josh made it to Executive Row. Brandon Mitchell, VP of Sales and Marketing, had his office door open, but he wasn’t in there. Stan Dombrowski, VP of Financial and Emmit Katzman VP of Legal, had their doors closed, as did Veronica. The status board on her door glowed “Busy” in red, so Josh stayed away. Ant’s door was open a little and Josh could see Brandon Mitchell in the office with Anthony. Brandon Mitchell looked slimy to Josh, but Ant said he was a great salesman, so Josh preferred to stay away from him.
Josh sat in the reception area, going through the documentation he had on an upcoming upgrade to the VMware his servers were using, when Ant leaned out of his office and called, “Mister Gravely, could you join us?”
“Yes sir.” He gathered his clipboard and the documents that Mark gave him and headed to Ant’s office. He walked in and found just Anthony and Brandon Mitchell. The door to Veronica’s office was closed. “How can I help?” said Josh. He always said that when he walked into Ant’s office and Ant loved to hear his people say that.
“Brandon wants to start pushing the new image and billing system you’re rolling out to Bison Radiology. When do you think it will be ready for roll out to the public?”
Josh looked at his clipboard, tallied the work ahead, and finally said, “Twenty days.”
Brandon chuckled and said, “Wrong answer sergeant, we want to start showing this off next week.”
Josh looked at his clipboard again and said, “I apologize, I failed to count the burn-in period and connectivity testing. Twenty three days.”
“You don’t seem to understand, sergeant, it needs to be ready in five business days, I have a press conference scheduled.”
“My name is Efraim, not sergeant.” Now Josh was glaring at the smarmy bastard, silently daring him to say sergeant again.
“I’m sorry, I was paying homage to your rank. I only...”
“My RANK is Data Center Manager. In that capacity I provide the product you sell. As Sergeant I killed people.” He took a step closer to Brandon and said softly, “Lots of people.”
Brandon started to sweat; nobody ever spoke to him like that. He wasn’t sure if that was a threat or insubordination, but Josh handed Brandon a copy of the punch list, a list of all major tasks involved with the setup, and continued. “We have over two weeks of work to do on these systems. It’s not plug and play. Once it’s physically in place, which will happen tomorrow afternoon at the soonest, there’s a 48 hour burn-in followed by system security verification, network verification, virtual network configuration, sanity testing and when that’s all done it needs to be inspected end to end for HIPA compliance. I cannot give Mister Friedman a system that fails HIPA compliance. I’m trying to provide you with the most reliable, most dependable system ever sold. If you don’t want me to do that, I’ll gladly step aside and let you finish the job, I have plenty of other work to do.”
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