Doug bolted from the room and it was unknown whether Alan had seen or recognized which of the male employees it was that was involved. Andrea could very well have ran, too, having been fully dressed the whole time anyway, but stayed. Brenda, on the other hand, was feverishly trying to zip up her uniform and straighten it out at the bottom. She was mortified that Alan no doubt had seen at least her cum-splattered tits and most probably a view of her pussy, too.
Alan was walking toward them and he was smiling at Andrea.
"Can't keep your hands off the girls still, huh? I thought we talked about that."
"Yeah, I know," she replied.
"I see you've added at least one of the boys into your activities, too. Doug's his name, right?"
Andrea nodded.
"Go back to work, Andrea. And tell Wendy she's in charge for the rest of the shift. I'll decide whether to tell Mother about you and Doug."
"Okay, Alan. And I'm really sorry," Andrea offered lamely.
Alan knew she didn't really mean that so he ignored her "apology" and instead focused on Brenda. "Now you Brenda, I'm very surprised to see you're a willing participant in all of this."
"I just found out about it tonight, and this was my first time, I swear," Brenda started to sob uncontrollably.
"You're an assistant manager for godsakes! And you've worked here for what, a year and a half?"
She nodded.
"And this is what you do on company time? Paid to get yourself off?"
"No, it's not like that. You have to believe me!"
Alan was not even an employee of the company per se. Sure he was the owner's eldest son, married and with two kids. But he was the consummate spoiled brat kid, even if he was thirty-four. He was surely subsidized by his parents as he tried to get one failing business after another off the ground. But he was at his despicable worst when he tried to act as their boss whenever he decided to stop by. At least he told Andrea he would have to consult with his mother or perhaps if he had to, his sister. Jennifer Dell, aged thirty-one and unmarried, was the real operations guru and the true boss.
"I can't fire you, Brenda, but I am going to send you home. Your uniform is a disgraceful mess," he said. Indeed it was; Doug's cum that Brenda was not able to clean up yet had soaked through her uniform. Even a moron would be able to tell what it was.
"So go home, Brenda. I know where you live and I'll meet you there in ten minutes. Disgraceful, just disgraceful."
Brenda was still crying as she tried to recover enough to leave out the back door. She would call one of the girls and see if they could bring her purse by her apartment on their way home. Brenda was beside herself; she knew that tomorrow she would be looking for a new job and it was all because of Andrea.
Alan sometimes stopped by the store to get ice cream for his wife and children. He usually came in the front door but ever since he caught Andrea and Sandy one time in the design center, he made it a habit to stop by more often and did so by entering the design center by way of a side door, always very quietly. This was the third time he caught Andrea doing her favorite chore, eating pussy. If anything, he was upset at himself for being late. He walked in when Brenda was already crying out that she was cumming. But he did see her tits and that was especially satisfying, even from afar. It was because of Brenda's tits that he decided her "punishment" would be a little different than Andrea, Sandy and Alyssa, the other girl who was "caught" once by Alan.
At home in her apartment, Brenda wondered what Alan could say to her and why he wanted to come to her apartment instead of just telling her back at the store. Then it struck her. He wanted sex! A married man wanted to have sex with her, and a guy fourteen years older, too. Not that him being older was of any concern to her; she had fucked a guy who was at least forty when she was only eighteen, but that's a story for another time.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Brenda had changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and yes, she wore a bra. She didn't want the sleaze-ball Alan to think she was going to be easy. But ultimately, she decided if it was full-blown sex or her job, she would probably tell him to fuck off and start looking for a new job the next day. No way she was interested in having sex with this married man. But if it was just showing him her tits or pussy or both, or even a handjob, then she would probably do it.
"Hi Brenda. You going to invite me in?"
"What do you want, Alan? Couldn't you just tell me I'm fired back at the store?"
