Applebee Publishing was a small but well established publishing firm. Winston Applebee, the owner and president, was a shrewd businessman who had a good eye for young talented authors. He would sign them to long term contracts that would more than pay for themselves when the author had a best seller. In fact on the current New York Times bestseller list, three of the top ten best sellers were Applebee publications.
Michael O'Grady worked at Applebee Publishing for the past five years. He loved working there and he loved old man Applebee. He was a great boss. He was always walking around the office joking and laughing with his employees. He let them work flexible schedules, wear casual clothes on Fridays, and there were always fresh coffee and donuts in the break room.
Michael was in his mid twenties. He was short and slim in stature barely measuring 5'5" tall. He had sandy brown hair and had been told more than once he looked liked Michael J. Cox. Like most young men his age, he spent much of his spare time pursuing the opposite sex with his buddies in various bars and clubs.
He arrived for work on Monday morning and saw a message on his computer screen that there was a staff meeting. He walked into the break room and saw his co-workers assembled and Mr. Applebee standing in front of the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen" he began. "I am announcing to you today that I am retiring as president of Applebee Publishing effective this Friday. I am turning over the reigns of the company to my daughter Dana. I am confident that she will continue the fine traditions and standards that I have always strived for."
Everyone looked stunned as they filed out of the room. Mr. Applebee came up to Michael and asked him to step in his office for a minute. Michael followed him into his private office.
"Michael, I just wanted you to know I appreciate the hard work you have done for me and I know my daughter will find you a valuable asset."
He walked to the fully stocked bar in the corner of his office and reached underneath and came up with an unopened bottle of Makers Mark single barrel bourbon. He took two glasses and filled then with several good belts. He handed a glass to Michael.
"Here's to my retirement and to your future my boy." He reached over, clinked his glass to Michael's and then lifted the glass to his mouth and drained it in one gulp. Michael took a little sip and the old man laughed. "Drink it down son, drink it down."
He finished the drink, thanked Mr. Applebee, and returned to his desk. He thought about Dana Applebee. He had seen her picture on the old man's desk and she was stunning. She had dark hair and was tall. He couldn't tell much about her body from the picture but it looked like she had a great figure. He remembered she lived in Los Angeles and worked for a rival publisher.
The rest of the week flew by and on Friday they had a hastily arranged retirement party for the boss. Michael expected to see Dana there but she was conspicuously absent. Mr. Applebee explained that she was tying up some loose ends and would be arriving Sunday and be at work on Monday. The party ended with a tearful speech from the old man followed by kisses and hugs from his "family" as he always referred to his employees.
On Monday morning the staff assembled in the break room to meet Dana Applebee. She walked in coolly and stood in front of the room. She was wearing her long hair tied up in the back; she had on dark rimmed glasses, a charcoal grey business suit, and did not appear to be wearing any makeup. Still she looked very much a woman.
She began by saying that she reviewed the company records and she had some ideas to increase profits. She continued to say that there would be some changes made and they would all be notified about them shortly. She ended the meeting by asking Ed Dolan, the office manager, to come to her office.
Ed was in her closed-door office for about an hour. When he emerged he was red faced and went straight to his office. About an hour later all employees received an email outlining changes that were effective immediately. It read as follows.
All employees are now on a fixed schedule from 8 AM to 4:30 PM. Flextime is no longer permitted.
Lunch hour is now 30 minutes instead of 60 and is unpaid.
There are no smoking or bathroom breaks permitted except during lunch or the 10-minute morning break.
The list went on and on. Every perk the old man had given them was gone. As people read it they rushed over to Ed Dolan to complain that it was bullshit. He just shook his head and said there was nothing he could do. Dana made it clear that anyone who did not comply would be let go.
The mood in the office was somber the rest of the week. On Thursday, Michael was sitting at his desk trying to finish up the project he was working on. It was almost 5 PM and everyone had left at 4:30. He felt a presence behind him and turned to see a beautiful longhaired woman in a slinky black cocktail dress and long black high heels. It took a minute for him to realize it was Dana Applebee. He could not believe how amazingly sexy she looked.
She spoke to him. "Oh good you're still here. I have to go to an opening of an art gallery. There is a manuscript on my desk that needs to be read and summarized by tomorrow morning. I will expect your notes on my desk by 7 AM." She turned and walked toward the door, her high heels making her hips swing back and forth as she walked.
What nerve he thought. His first reaction was to run after her and tell her to fuck off. But he needed the job and thought better of it. He got up from his desk and walked into her office. The old man's desk, which had been covered in photos, was empty except for a phone, a small gold box, a lighter, and the manuscript he was to work on.
He walked over to the bar and saw the bottle of bourbon the old man had opened for him a few weeks ago. He took a glass and filled it almost to the top. Then he walked back to her desk and sat in her chair. He opened the small gold box and it contained unfiltered French cigarettes. He took one and lit it and almost choked, damn they were strong. He put his feet up on her desk and finished his drink.
He was about to leave when he noticed a door. He had heard the old man had a private bathroom but had never seen it. He opened the door and stepped inside flicking on the light. The door closed behind him. It was hot and steamy. There was a large walk-in shower that she had obviously just used. There were wet towels on the floor and the vanity had various opened jars and tubes of cosmetics. What he didn't notice was the little black handbag on the shelf over the sink.
The alcohol and tobacco must have stimulated his bowel. He felt the urge to go and started to leave and head for the employee men's room on the other side of the office. The he stopped. No one would know if he used her bathroom. Besides, she was the one making him work late.
He undid his pants and sat down on the toilet. He had a habit of lightly scratching his balls while he was on the toilet. It seemed to provide stimulation for his bowels to open. He then took a huge shit in her toilet. When he was finished he reached for the toilet paper. A length of it flew out in his hand then broke off. He looked at the empty cardboard roll spinning on the holder. Oh well he thought, this should be enough. He wiped himself and tossed the paper on top of the big dump he just unloaded.
His eye then caught something on the floor. It was black and shiny. He reached down and picked up the silky material. Then he realized what it was. It was the panties she had been wearing all day before she changed into the cocktail dress. He held them up. They were damp. His cock began to get hard. He pressed the crotch to his face and inhaled. Her pussy smelled so good. His hand moved down to his now fully hard cock and began to stroke it while he continued to sniff her panties.
He was about to shoot his load when the door flew open. Standing in the doorway with a look of surprise on her face was Dana Applebee. "I forgot my bag "she stammered. But then her look of surprise turned to anger when she realized what he was doing.
"What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom!" she shouted.
