Allow me to introduce you to Ted. He is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a nice guy. He runs one floor of an office block, somehow rolling in money, he still finds any, and every, excuse to be unpleasant to everyone.
For example, let us take the case of Mark Stevens. Mark has been working at Ted's company for several years now. Each day enduring the snide remarks, the outright hostility, and once even the unjustified pay cut. All this at the hands of that one pompous little... you get the picture.
Working at a desk can be soul crushing enough without a boss-troll combination, like Ted, walking behind you to slam your face on the keyboard every half hour. Of course that never happened, physically at least, but Mark's resentment began to grow like pressure beneath a volcano. That is to say that hatred was almost pouring out of his eyes.
The situation eventually became so bad that he was forced to take days off work, to prevent himself from beating Ted into a different shape. This continued until Mark finally met Ted's family: a wife, Julia, who married him for his money, and his two delicious daughters.
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THE OFFICE
The phone rang and the secretary picked it up after 2 rings. After a few brief words she forwarded the call into the Ted, the boss. Through the wall she could hear his raised voice.
"Stevens, where the fuck are you!? I told you one more sick-day and you're fired!"
The voice on the other end was too quiet for her to hear properly but she thought it sounded like "I'm not SICK sick, ted."
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INSIDE TED'S OFFICE
Ted was stunned.
"What did you just call me?"
"Dick head...You heard me. I'm sick of your last chance warnings and constant whining. I've been doing your work for years and you just don't appreciate my efforts. So I've decided to let you stew in it, see how much you miss me."
Ted was so furious it sounded like he was spitting down the phone.
"I swear to god if you don't get back in this office within an hour your ass is fired! Where the fuck are you anyway?"
"Ted, I'm not coming in today, got that? And since you ask, I'm chilling by a very nice swimming pool with two, very, friendly girls. I think you know them, their names are Amy and Traci."
He sounded like he was panting slightly down the phone. Teds rage was so great he barely noticed though.
"YOU LEAVE MY POOL AND MY DAUGHTERS ALONE RIGHT NOW!"
"Woah Ted woo..oohhhhh, my god!" there was a gasp audible over the phone, then he was talking again, "calm down Ted, you're ruining the moment, I'm just filling Amy's throat with my cock. She's very gifted you know ohhhh god. How old are you Amy?"
There was a wet noise like a boot pulled from mud.
"19" said a voice, unmistakably Ted's eldest daughter. His wordless shriek of rage received a wicked chuckle in return.
"19 and sucking like a pro, already. Jesus Ted, what kind of a parent are you?" before Ted could reply, Stevens cut him off.
"Yeah just like that baby! Uhhh god! I'm gonna cum! Unnngghhh! Swallow it all baby! Ohh yeahhh!" the line was silent for a few seconds. Then, " Wow! Such an accommodating daughter you have. Now I'm going to return a favour. So if you want to talk to me just tell Amy, I won't reply directly as its rude to talk with your mouth full. Here, sweety."
There was a rattling sound as the phone changed hands. Ted let rip almost immediately. "AMY WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
"Relax dad its just a little fun... holy..! Mmm."
"YOU LITTLE SLUT..!" the rest of his words were drowned by a moan of pleasure from Amy.
"Oh daddy! It feels sooo... ohhh good!" her voice caught part way through the word, becoming a moan.