The usual rule was that you want to fire someone on a Friday; it’s supposed to be easier on the employee. It was 5 PM and I told Lynne I needed to see her in my office before she left.  She’s a pretty girl, young, around 24 years old, blonde, blue eyes hard-working but my policy has been last hired, first fired. She knocked and entered my office.

            “You wanted to see me, Sir?”

She looked really good: a blue silk button-down blouse that showed enough of the cleavage between those perky breasts to make a man’s eye linger for an extra moment; a black skirt that showed just enough thigh without being slutty and hugged those curvy hips; and a sexy (in my opinion) pair of heels that really made the muscles in her calves and thighs stand out. She wore minimal makeup and jewelry and, with her hair in a ponytail, she was the epitome of subdued sexuality.

“Have a seat,” I told her as I sat behind my desk.

I casually glanced down at some papers but still caught a glimpse of her crossing her legs as she settled into the chair. I saw the fear in her eyes; she knew what was coming.

“Lynne, you’ve been working here for almost 5 months now and I have been very pleased with your work. You have been accurate and timely and always willing to take on new tasks.”

I looked at her and she was practically crying while wringing her hands in her lap. I tried not to notice and continued my hastily prepared speech.

“You’ve heard that the company is making cuts and our division will be reduced by 25 percent. Since you were the last person hired in my department, I’m afraid I have to let you go.”

Tears streamed down her face and her lower lip quivered. She looked like I just told her her dog died. I walked around my desk to hand her a box of tissues while I continued to explain.

“Look, you’re young, pretty and a hard worker. You will have no problem getting another job.” I tried to reassure her.

I saw everyone else in the office heading out the door from the corner of my eye. They knew what was happening and they didn’t want to be anywhere where they might be next. She sobbed into a tissue and dabbed her eyes as she tried to speak.

“But, but … I don’t want to work anywhere else. I want to stay here!” she wailed. “I like it here. I’ve made friends. I like working for you!”

I felt like I’m trying to explain something simple to a backward child. “There is nothing I can do. My budget is being cut and I have to let people go. I’m sorry.” I turned away to move back behind my desk.

“Please Sir, I’ll do anything if I can stay,” she blurted out.

There it was; the magic word. It stopped me in my tracks. I couldn’t believe my luck. It was 5:30 on Friday night and everyone in the office has gone. I have this hot young woman in my office who just said she will do anything to keep her job. This is a storyline of a bad porno.

“Anything?” I ask.

She looked at me perplexed and I saw the change in her eyes as she realized what that might mean. She steeled herself for the inevitable answer.

“Yes,” she said boldly and lifted her chin.

“Well, let’s see about that.” I looked out my office and saw that everyone was gone. I closed the door and locked it then walked to the front of the desk and leaned back. “Wipe off your face and move these chairs out of the way,” I commanded.

Lynne hesitated and I could see the mental conflict on her face. I wondered if she was really going to go through with it. She wiped her face, stood up and began moving the furniture. Once the area in front of my desk had been cleared, I grabbed pencil.

“Get on your hands and knees and fetch,” I told her as I threw the pencil across the room.

It took her a second to realize what I was asking but she accepted the humiliation by dropping to her hands and knees, quickly crawling to the pencil. She picked it up with her mouth and brought it back to me. I threw it again and again. I loved to watch that ass wiggle as she moved across the floor. Once she got used to the idea, she showed real enthusiasm for her task.

“Stand up. Take off your blouse and skirt,” I ordered next.

Lynne shyly undressed revealing a matched black bra that barely covered her breasts and a panty that nestled nicely in the crack of her ass. I tossed a golf ball on the carpet and told her that she had to push it around with her nose until I told her to stop.

“Lynne, you have a great ass.” I told her as she moved the ball around.

The mound of her pussy lips were sealed so tight against her panties that they look painted on. She wiggled to and fro as she pushed the little white ball around the carpet. Meanwhile, the mounds of flesh practically poured out of the top of her bra.

“Still ready to do anything to keep your job?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered simply.

“Come here.”

I pulled a chair into the middle of the office, sat and pulled her across my lap. I rubbed my hands across her ass cheeks, across her thighs and up between her legs. Her pussy was soft and hot. I started spanking her ass with my open hand focusing on the sweet spot where the butt meets the thighs. Long solid strokes made her flesh jiggle like Jello. I worked it back and forth, spanking down across the top and swinging up from the bottom like I was taking a racquetball shot. Her ass was getting a nice shade of red when I increased the intensity and frequency. She squirmed on my lap and moaned softly in time with my blows. I could smell her pussy and see the moisture on her panties. Nice.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I stood her up and led her over to sit on the edge of the desk. I pulled her panties over her hips, down her legs and stuffed them in my front pocket. In one move, I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my trousers and underwear and stepped out of my socks and shoes, leaving everything in one big heap on the floor. My cock was at attention and throbbing as I stepped closer to her and spread her legs. Her pussy was well trimmed and the pouting lips were cleanly shaven.

I moved in to kiss her as she put her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. Our mouths devoured each other as my cock separated the folds of her pussy. I felt her wetness and heat as she thrust her pelvis forward to meet me. I grabbed her ass and drove my cock to the hilt. This was like fucking heaven; she was tight and wet and hot all, at the same time.

Her hips were undulating and I could feel her pussy pulsate in orgasm. I pulled down her bra so I could suck on those beautiful pink nipples. I extracted my cock and drove in again and again. I felt her clit rub against the shaft of my cock. She pulled my head to her nipple and continued her hip thrusts. She whispered hoarsely in my ear, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

Her contractions set off my orgasm and I shifted my weight forward, so I was almost on top of her and frantically stabbed at her pussy. I groaned loudly into her bosom as I made my final thrusts deep into her hole. I pumped a load of cum in her that a porn star would be proud of and held on to her ass as the last drop of jizz poured into her.

We held on to each other for a few minutes to gather composure before wordlessly extracting ourselves and gathering up our clothes.

She adjusted her hair, pulling it back in a ponytail and asked. “My panties?”

“I’m keeping them; souvenir.”

She turned to leave when I called out. “Lynne, don’t be late Monday.”

She smiled, ran to me and kissed me on the mouth then quickly left. I sat behind my desk staring at the mess of papers and I wondered idly just how badly Carol, another of my office help, wanted to keep her job.

CHAPTER TWO

It was the following Thursday and I had yet to determine who was going to be leaving my department. Two people needed to get the axe based on financial cutbacks. Lynne had already proved her worth to both me and the company and it was time to see if Carol would make that kind of effort.

Carol was 53, petite, around 5’ 5” and a natural redhead with green eyes.  She has a few grays because she refuses to dye her hair and by my eye, fairly well preserved. She was not fat but you can’t really tell by the way she dresses. She’s frumpy; it’s the only way to describe her. If central casting needed a librarian or school marm, Carol would get the part. Her hair was always pulled back in a bun at the base of her neck, she wore no makeup, she dressed in dark subdued patterns that showed little skin, and her shoes looked like Russian army surplus. There was no jewelry except for a very thin gold chain around her neck with a cross at the end. She was the epitome of forgettable. I bet she drove a Prius.

I invited her to lunch, ostensibly to discuss a new financial software program she would be using. She knew about the cutbacks just like everyone else and was nervous as we entered the restaurant. I wanted a booth and the hostess led us to one near the back; cute ass on that one. Anyway, I sat with my back to the wall facing the restaurant and Carol’s only scenery was me and the blank wall behind me.

The waiter asked us what we wanted to drink. She ordered unsweetened iced tea and I asked for a bottle of merlot. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow since it was against company policy and I said, “Don’t worry, I’m the boss,” and gave her a conspiratorial wink. We idly discussed office gossip when the waiter returned for our food order. I ordered the beef filet—rare, baked potato, extra sour cream and butter and asparagus with cheese sauce. She ordered the baked flounder with a house salad, dressing on the side. Can anyone make food more boring?

We talked about headline news until the food arrived.  Mundane comments about the quality of the fish punctuated the sounds of silverware scraping the plate and the wine bottle tapping the glass through the meal. After the plates were cleared and we declined dessert, I reached into my briefcase, produced a folder and laid it between us on the table.

“Carol, you know there have been cuts in the department and more need to be made.” I began. “I still need to make a decision on two more positions.”

She eyed the folder and took a long drink of her tea. I just stared at her. The tension got to be too much for her.

“Mr. Ham, I’m a single mom, my son was just accepted at UVA and I still have a mortgage on my townhouse. I can’t afford to lose my job now; who would hire me?”

“What do you suggest?” I ask.

“What do you suggest?” she parroted.

This is no naïve girl, so I decided to play it straight. “I suggest you go to the ladies room and bring me your panties.”

Her jaw dropped and she looked at me in amazement.

“That’s right, if you want to continue working for me, bring me your panties,” I declared.

She looked at me for a long moment, grabbed her purse and headed toward the door. Damn, I blew it. I can always blame it on the wine; easier to deal with being drunk during work than sexual harassment. To my surprise, she returned and I stood up, ushering her next to me in the booth. She reached into her purse and handed me a fistful of lavender cloth.

I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe granny panties but these certainly were not them. They weren’t a thong but they were sheer, trimmed in lace with a high cut in the thigh.

“I almost walked out. I thought about filing a complaint,” she said, looking down at her hands. Then, she looked right in my eyes and confided, “I changed my mind when I realized I haven’t had sex with a man in over seven years.”

Returning her gaze, I said, “Well then, let’s see what we can do about that.”

I sniffed the panties and put them in my jacket pocket then I reached for the folder. It looked like a normal business presentation folder but when I opened it, it held a stack of glossy prints of animated porn, four to a page. When she saw the first one, a gasp escaped her lips before she covered her mouth embarrassed.

One quadrant showed a naked young girl in stocks, her ass red with welts and her shaved pussy clearly wet and excited. The next corner showed a nude woman with a ponytail, tied hands and feet lying across a spanking bench, her ass high and her head low. She was gagged and looking over her shoulder in obvious fear. The lower left showed a young lady, clad only in panties, on her knees, hands tied behind her back, ankles tied together. She was crying, eating from a dog bowl. The final cartoon showed a woman dressed in a wild black rubber outfit that left only the face, tits and pussy uncovered. She was tied spread eagle vertically, her feet not touching the ground, while weights hung by chains clamped to her nipples and pussy lips. Carol was mesmerized.

“Want to see more?” I asked.

“Yes please.”

I turned the page: face fucking, anal sex, double penetration, predicament bondage. She was getting obviously turned on by the presentation. I reached into my briefcase and, under the table, displayed a remote controlled, battery operated, vibrating egg. I handed it to her and switched it on. She almost dropped it so I turned it off.

“Put it inside you. Right now. Right here.”

She hesitated a moment, looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking (they weren’t), hiked up her dress and her hand disappeared. Her eyes closed for a second as she relished the invitation. The waiter came over as she smoothed her dress, and asked if we’d like anything else.

I quickly closed the folder and was going to brush him off when she said, “Yes, I’d like a glass of wine, please.”

She almost jumped out of her seat when I turned on the vibrator and the waiter looked at her quizzically.

“Bring a bottle.” I smiled.

The waiter returned, poured and left; we got back to work. Gang rape, Asian schoolgirls, inverted crucifixion, caged women, cum facials, golden showers, Lesbian mistresses in leather, strap-ons, chains, whips; the folder covered the gambit. We took our time and savored the wine.

As we leafed through the pages, I made her point out the things she liked or would like to try while I varied the intensity of the vibrator inside her. We were looking at a fat old man with a cigar in his mouth impaling a young schoolgirl in the ass as she sat on his lap, one hand pinching her nipples as the other stretched her cunt when she suddenly came—a quiet shuddering climax like the sound of a dove as it takes flight. She looked around wide-eyed like she didn’t know where she was. I pulled her hand to the front of my trousers to let her know, we’re not done yet.

As I paid the bill, the cashier stared at Carol in obvious concern.  I guess she thought she was going to have a fit or something right there on the floor. She kept moving her hips, gasping and catching her breath, her face was flushed and she looked like a bull who was about to charge the Matador. The remote control thing was pretty cool.

Once in the parking lot, I thought about what to do and where we could go. Maybe a nearby hotel but I didn’t want to be seen driving together. I saw her car and, Christ, she did have a Prius. I drive a truck; a full size Dodge Ram 2500, quad cab with limo tint on all the windows.  This would do in a pinch.

I opened the back door. “Get in,” I ordered.

I smacked her ass as she climbed aboard and I followed her in.

 “Take your clothes off,” I commanded as I started to pull my pants down.

I watched as she undressed and realized she did have a nice body. I also noted that the carpet matched the drapes. She was old school with lots of hair; no shaved pussy for this girl. It was quite a contrast to Lynne. The light red triangle highlighted the treasure beneath. It looked good on her, natural.

“Spread your legs,” I told her and she leaned back to comply.

When she pulled her legs back, her pussy opened; the lips parted like a blooming flower. Her lips were pink like bubble gum and her clit was swollen to the size of my pinkie to the first knuckle. That really was a treasure. She was really wet so I slipped two fingers inside her and extracted the vibrator. A primordial growl rumbled in her throat as I activated the egg and circled it around the engorged clit and the opening hole. She would have cum any second if I kept this up, so I stopped. A cry of anguish and a pleading whine begged me to continue but fuck that, it was my turn.

I leaned against the door and thrust my cock in her direction. There was no need to tell her what I wanted and she quickly took my cock in her mouth. She was good at sucking cock; good tension with her lips around the shaft, good depth, and nice tongue swirl. She had obviously done this before.

“Take your bra off and undo your hair” I told her.

I knew it. I reached out to caress her rosy pink nipples them. Her tits had a good weight to them as I hefted them in my hands. Her hair was longer than I expected and I wrapped it around my fist forcing her head to my cock for a little while longer as I massaged her breasts and nipples. It didn’t get any better than this.

Actually, it did. I pushed her onto the large armrest between the two front seats. I started spanking her ass and she took the blows in rhythm. Her ass was dancing to my drumming. The cheeks quickly turned red with that pale skin and I clearly saw my handprints. I watched that ass bounce with every contact and decided I was ready.

I positioned myself between her legs, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on top of me. My cock slid in with no problem and she started the motion. Her elbows were on the armrest and her thighs were flexing to make that hot pussy and sweet ass pile drive my cock. She must work out. I arched my back to get a better angle and the intensity picked up. She was grunting like a deer in rut and I could feel her juices beginning to flow.

“You like that? You like my cock inside you?” I asked.

Her cunt started to spasm and she chanted, “Yes, yes, yes” with each downward stroke.

“Fuck me.  I want you to fuck me hard.” She grunted.

I couldn’t take it anymore so I grabbed her by the hips and really started pounding her.

“Harder, harder. That’s it” she screamed. “Fuck me with that cock!”

I continued to drive into her as she pleaded, “Yes, yes. Do it to me.”

She had totally lost control so I spread her cheeks and shoved my index finger to the knuckle up her asshole.

She screamed. “Now. I’m cumming … NOW!”

She squirted like a water balloon burst and as soon as I felt that hot liquid in my crotch, I pulled her hips down on me and buried my load inside her.

Holy shit I could barely breathe! We both stayed in that position for a full five minutes. Her body rocked in aftershocks as I moved my hands around her legs and ass.

“That was fucking amazing” I told her still trying to catch my breath. She leaned forward, her pussy still spasmed and I watched my cum drip out onto the seat and carpet. I didn’t care; I had to get the truck detailed anyway.

We quietly got dressed and I told her not to bother going back to the office. I didn’t want her showing up with alcohol on her breath. I figured I could write this off as a business meeting and identify it on my expense account as corporate training. She gave me a kiss as she got out of the truck, on the mouth, with tongue.

“See you tomorrow?” she asked.

I kissed her back and assured her, “See you tomorrow.”


CHAPTER THREE

So now what? It looked as if Carol would be staying with the company too. I guess I’d have to fire that bull dyke in business development or the fag in human resources. Fuck it, I thought. I would deal with it tomorrow. I headed home with the consolation that at least traffic would be light.

On the next Tuesday, I received an email from human resources that I ignored. I didn’t read it and just figured it was asking for a status of the department cutbacks. Wednesday, it was followed up by a voicemail that I promptly deleted. Thursday, I had a visit from Jim Wagner.

“How’s it going, Ham?” he asked casually.

“Hey Jeff.  What’s up?”

“I got a call from HR,” he started.

I interrupted him, “Hey, I’m doing my part.  I already let two people go and I’m evaluating the final two candidates.”

“That’s not the problem” he said, “I got a call from Veronica Boyer.  She wants to see you at corporate. Today.”

“The ‘Ice Princess’? What does she want?”

“You shouldn’t call her that and I’m not sure. I heard rumors that there were complaints from your department. Be careful,” he warned as he left my office.

That afternoon I found myself sitting on my ass in corporate HQ waiting to see department Human Resources manager. The meeting was supposed to be at four, which sucked, but I had no choice. I sat cooling my jets for over an hour. Nothing but HR magazines on the table about diversity, communication, team building, personnel training; boring shit. I leafed through a few hoping for a picture of a hot Asian chick. I threw the final magazine down and checked my watch again when she finally walked in.

“Sorry for being late,” she said, but it’s an insincere apology. “Follow me.”

I sized her up as she walked in front of me: nice ass, wide hips, and long black hair over the shoulders to the middle of her back. She moved behind her desk and gestured at a chair not looking at me.

“Sit down.” It was a command, not a request.

She reviewed a folder on her desk as I looked around. Nice office: big windows, stainless steel and glass desk, that new ergo chair that costs like $800, deep carpet, stainless steel and slung leather visitors chairs, all the spines of the books matched, some binders about diversity training, framed diploma of a Masters Degree from University of Minnesota, some abstract art on the walls. No pictures of kids here, no vacation photos of ski trips or beach parties. Nope, pretty cold and impersonal, just like her: The Ice Princess.

She remained standing behind the desk as I sat. The window behind her framed her body. She was quite attractive. Tall, about 5’ 10”, mid to late 30’s, raven hair with a widow’s peak. She looked like the lawyer from Hill Street Blues, what was her name, or the broad in the Cadillac commercial who loves dark chocolate. Whatever.

She wore a gray business suit, white silk blouse and what had to be Italian shoes byf some notable designer. The jewelry, earrings, necklace, bracelet looked expensive but understated; nice watch. Not like the real estate agent from last night who looked like a hooker with all the makeup and rings on every finger; she could suck a mean dick though.

She moved from behind the desk with the open folder. There was a grace about her when she walked. It was like watching a Discovery channel special on big cats; a panther maybe. Every step was confident and assured. I felt so screwed. She leaned back on the front edge of the desk.

“Mr. Ham, there have been several allegations of improper sexual behavior from your section.”

I stared at her impassively admitting nothing. She continued.

“I have statements contending you had sex with one of your female subordinates in your office. What do you have to say about that?”

I stared at her for a full 60 seconds which seemed like a long time.

“Who said that?” I ask pleasantly.

“It doesn’t matter who said it. Did you or didn’t you?” she presses.

“A man has a right to face his accusers. I’d like to know who said this,” was my reply.

She closed the folder, tossed it on her desk and faced me with her hands on her hips.

“This is serious business. If these allegations are true and you forced a women to have sex with you to keep her job, that’s harassment and you could go to jail. You will at least get fired; I’ll see to that.” She fumed.

As I listened to her, I realized, she didn’t have shit. I knew this game. It was all an act. Allegations; somebody told someone else that something may have happened. Lynne or Carol never said anything; why would they? They had just as good a time as I did. In Carol’s case, probably better. I looked at her and thought, she looks pretty hot when she’s angry. I suppressed a smile and tried to keep a straight face.

“You must be mistaken. Whoever told you this is lying.”

That was my defense, deny everything. We stared at each other waiting for the other to blink.

“I’ve heard what you do to women,” she challenged.

I can do passive-aggressive; this is fun. “Really? What have you heard?” I ask with a smile. “I didn’t realize I was the topic of ladies’ room gossip.” The statement caught her off guard and she blushed.

Holy shit! The Ice Princess blushed! I’ve read this all wrong. Her posture wasn’t challenging, it was requesting. Her chin tilted up just a little exposing her neck, her flushed throat, I could see her pulse racing, her breathing was just a little bit shallower and faster. She’s sexually excited!

I caught her eye and held it. I slowly rose from my seat and took two steps to be close, right in front of her. Close, inside that ‘personal’ space. Close enough to smell her perfume. I broke eye contact and in her left ear I confidently whispered, “No one did anything with me that they didn’t want to do. I don’t force anyone.” I turned and walked toward the door.

Halfway there she yelled, “Wait!” I turned in time to see her rushing at me. Our mouths mashed together; lips, teeth and tongue in a frenzy. I almost fell on my ass.

She pushed my suit jacket off as I did the same to her. We broke contact for a second as I removed my tie and she unbuttoned her blouse. We kissed passionately again. She grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere. Pushing the shirt aside, she bent down for my left nipple. OW! Fuck that hurt.

She bit it hard so I grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her face to my chest trying to smother her. She let go, taking a deep breath and a step backward. I moved in on her, reaching behind, pulling her hair and biting the base of her neck. Her fingernails dug into my back. This wasn’t sex; this was combat.

I released her neck in a gasp of pain as her nails raked my back. I pulled her bra straps apart and down releasing her breasts and my mouth dove into her flesh. I forced one leg between hers, grabbed her ass, hiked her skirt and pulled her on to my thigh. She immediately ground her pelvis on my leg as she pulled my hair. She wrapped one leg around mine and tensed, throwing me off balance and onto my back. It was a classic take-down move; two points.

She continued humping my leg as she undid my belt and trousers. I kicked off my shoes as she pulled down my pants and underwear. She stepped out of her skirt. My cock was at attention as she knelt between my legs and grabbed it at the base and squeezed. I thought she was going to pull it out by the root. When she bent down, the hair fell over obscuring my view but my hands went quickly to her head when I felt her teeth closing on the shaft just behind the tip.

I pulled her head down and forced my cock to the back of her throat until she gagged. I let her up to get some air then quickly rammed my cock back in so she couldn’t breathe. The warning of clenching teeth convinced me to release her but I rolled her over on to her back. Reversal; two points.

Kneeling, I grabbed her hair to keep her head to the floor and those fucking teeth away. Forcing my left hand between her legs, I moved the panties to one side and was able to get two fingers hooked into her pussy. With my palm pressed against her clit, I started pumping up and down literally lifting her ass off the carpet.

She reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. Goddamn those nails. Her hips were now pumping my hand so I pulled her mouth to my cock. She sucked it eagerly, still not letting go of my balls. I felt the mini orgasm as her pussy pulsated around my fingers. She crossed her legs and rolled toward me almost breaking my wrist. I released her pussy and hair and she let go of my cock and balls. Escape; 1 point.

Kneeling on the floor, the two of us squared off. Breathing heavily, we both looked for an opening. Suddenly, she lunged at me and bit into my right side just below the ribs. My right hand pushed her face to the carpet and in one move I reached across and pulled her left hand to the small of her back, palm down, and pressed all my weight as I lay on top of her. Her right hand was pinned beneath her. Take down; two points.

My cock rested right between her lovely cheeks in the crack of her ass. She struggled to get to her knees but all she did was pump her ass against my cock. With my free hand, I moved the fabric aside and slipped my cock into her pussy on one of her upward strokes. She cried out at the incursion and I pressed my weight on her again keeping her pinned to the floor. Pumping into her, I bit the base of her neck like a male lion during coitus. She worked her right hand free and put four deep scratches in my right thigh.

I pinned the offending wrist to the floor, twisted and brought it to the small of her back as I knelt between her legs. Keeping a good hold on the wrists, I pulled her to her knees and backward onto my cock. Pulling on the wrists and thrusting forward, I pounded that pussy; over and over, driving into her. She tried to get up but I forced her head back to the floor and increased the intensity of our rut.

I screamed out at my orgasm like a barbarian after a winning battle. I continued pumping uncontrollably. Her orgasm soon followed, her pussy squeezing so hard it spat out my cock. It was done with me. I pushed her forward by her ass cheeks and she lay on the floor motionless. I looked down on her and raised my hands in victory; then I rolled on to my back next to her to catch my breath.

We were a mess of bruises, bites, scratches and scars. The conqueror and the conquered; I’m not sure which was which. The whole thing didn’t last 20 minutes but I was definitely going to feel this the next day. She recovered much quicker than I and started getting dressed. I gathered up my clothes and as I bent over to retrieve my underwear, she gave me a hard slap on the ass that straightened me up.

“You need to be more careful. And don’t get caught.” She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and as she buttoned her suit jacket said, “Close the door and lock up when you leave.”

My jacket and tie covered the missing buttons but the fabric of the shirt was like sandpaper on the scratches on my back. I also heavily favored my right leg as I hobbled to the elevator. The next day I fired the fag in human resources and the bull dyke from business development on principle. I didn’t hear a word from corporate about any complaints.