Prologue- "Laid Off"
"Daisy Price has been a secretary for Easy Shipping for the last five years. She started straight out of college for us. She has been a valuable asset to us since she started here on day one." Mr. Goldstein said while sitting behind his desk, with his elbows resting on the desk, and hands together with interlaced fingers. He wore a gray flannel business suit, without the jacket, which was hung on a coat rack by the door. He was in his late thirties, with brown hair and mustache, which both were kept well trimmed. As he talked, a look of irritation could be seen on his face, glaring in his green eyes, and heard in his "a little louder than normal" voice.
"I understand that. It's all been taken under consideration, but we simply can't afford to keep her working here for us." Mr. Wilkinson, who sat on the edge of the desk, said. His shoulder length blond hair was tied in a ponytail in back of his neck. His clean shaven face and brown eyes, showed no real emotion at the news he was presenting. He was only in his late twenties, but had a higher position than Goldstein, all because he had went to college and got a special degree. This also irritated Goldstein, who didn't like the fact that this young punk was telling him what to do. Mr. Wilkinson wore a complete black business suit and tie, which Mr. Goldstein thought went well with his dark soul. "She along with a few others have been chosen because we can do away with their positions without losing productivity or profits, and after our profits go back up, we can even hire them back on again."
"This is preposterous! I need my own personal secretary, and she's the best one I've ever had!" Mr. Goldstein said, who now threw his hands about wildly.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. That's what the bosses want, and that's what the bosses get. You'll now have to either do your own secretarial needs, or pool with several of the others to use the now more limited secretaries." Mr. Wilkinson said, as he began to leave.
Mr. Goldstein knew that was that. There was no point in arguing. The only thing left to do was to tell Daisy, but how? He knew the longer that he put it off, the longer it would eat at him, so he figured he would do it now, and not put it off any longer. He pressed the intercom button, and called for Daisy to come into his office.
"Yes, Mr. Goldstein. May I help you with something?" Daisy asked, as she entered the room. Daisy was a thirty-two-year-old single woman, with shoulder length curly red hair, and had a knock out body men would kill for. She had a 36-24-34 figure. She was wearing glasses, black nylon stockings, red high heels, a red mini-skirt, and a red and black flower designed shirt, which brought even more attention to her already sexy figure, and bringing attention especially to her tight, firm ass, and huge suckling breasts.
"Yes. Please come on in, and shut the door. We have to talk." Mr. Goldstein said, as he nervously tapped a pen on his desk repeatedly.
"You look tense." Daisy said, as she shut the door locking it behind her, and moved around behind his desk. On her way there, she removed her glasses, and laid them on the corner of the desk. "Here, let me ease your tensions away." She finished, as she moved her luscious body next to his; straddling his legs, as she pushed her breasts against his chest, and used her left hand to rub on his penis in his pants, which was already getting harder.
"Oh, yes. Please do." Mr. Goldstein murmured as they kissed passionately, with their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths.
As they kissed Daisy unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and began pumping his hard cock with her right hand.
"Um, it looks like someone missed me." Daisy purred, as she got off of his lap, and got on her knees on the carpeted floor, pulling Goldstein's pants all the way to the floor as well, as she went.
