Working at Walmart is a hellish experience. Low wages, long hours, and crabby customers are the norm. And, believe me, there are no attractive women. Walmart is as dry as the desert when it comes to beautiful women. If you're lucky, you might see a hot mom, aka MILF. But chances are she has 4 screaming kids running around the store, blowing the eardrums out of passing customers. Her husband is a deadbeat, sitting at home drinking beer, with a dirty white shirt and a big, hairy belly hanging out. Yes, this is the grim picture of America's favorite store.
What could be grimmer? Well, that would be Assistant Manager Cait. A 30-ish blonde girl, she rose to the top of the food chain because everyone in front of her quit. Though she had a firm butt and respectable legs, her face was a different story. The acne of her teenage years had left scars. Worse, her nostrils turned upward, giving the impression that she was half woman and half pig! Not good! Cait understood that she would never be "a pretty face". For Cait, her strategy in life would be to tear everyone else down to her level. Down to the pig pen.
I mostly avoided Cait. In the past, our interactions were brief. But no longer. Cait became my direct supervisor. And luckily for me, my annual review was scheduled for today! Usually these meetings were comprised of massive bullshit, bureaucratic lingo, and fake smiles. But with Cait in charge, rumors spread that the "annual review" could become your "final review". In fact, just last week, a perky female associate (who had great tits) had left her review in tears. She ran out of the store, with what looked like a footprint on her face. She never game back. Asked later about the incident, Cait told everyone to "get back to work, and do your fucking job!" Nice lady.
"Ryan, report to the office for your review!" Cait snapped in an impatient way.
I followed Cait to the back office, checking out her ass on the way. As I entered the room Cait slammed the door behind me, shuttering the hatches. She locked the door from the inside and covered the window with cardboard. It all seemed a bit odd, but Cait was probably in one of her moods. Maybe she was on her period?
"Alright Ryan, it's time for your review," Cait said. She moved from behind the desk and sat directly in front of me.
"You're doing a half ass job, Ryan," "You show up late, lack enthusiasm, and ignore customer concerns."
As I was about to open my mouth to respond, Cait slapped my face. I was stunned. Too stunned to react. My cheek burned and my lower lip began throbbing.
"I am tired of your shit!" Cait yelled. "I work my ass off all day, while you walk around the store aimlessly!" "This stops right now!"
Still reeling from being smacked, I took a deep breath. This has to be some sort of bad dream? Did I really get slapped by pig-girl? Is she really bossing me around like this? As hard as it was to believe, this was no dream. All real.
I collected my thoughts and said slowly, "Cait, I hope you have a good lawyer because I'm suing you. Second, I'm leaving and telling the store manager."
As I got up to leave Cait kicked me in the stomach, dropping me to the floor. She grapped me by the shirt collar and smacked my face once again, leaving me motionless.
"You're not going anywhere, Ryan," "In fact, from now on, you will be my servant. Whatever I say you will do!" Cait yelled.
I struggled back to my chair, winded from the kick to the gut. As I sat in my chair, Cait plopped her feet in my lap.
"Take my shoes off!" Cait demanded. "I've been standing for 8 fucking hours! My feet hurt! I want a massage now!"
