She was a woman who was liked by everybody. Therefore I advised her to leave my employ because she was a disaster waiting to happen.
I asked her to take a seat in order to explain that in taking this course of action we had no axe to grind, but as she crossed her legs I saw quite clearly that she “forgot” to wear her panties.
“You cannot report for duty dressed the way you do,” I said.
She protested: “Sir, I am a plain woman and I know my own mind.”
“But you’re not wearing panties.” I interjected.
“Come on,” she said “you know that custom is out of date.”
“90 per cent of our customers are Men and they are armed with “guns” that are loaded at the breech.”I complained.
“Is yours loaded?” she inquired.
When I answered in the affirmative, she dared me to “prove it.”
I had not enough time to plead my defense. All I can say is that “dinner” was served and I fell to at once, licking her now swollen wetness.
“This business must be deferred till tomorrow, “ I managed to say.
“Just shut up and fuck me,” she said rather impatiently and this left me wondering who, exactly, was the boss...
(To be continued.)
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