For the past twelve years, I have worked at a small manufacturing plant in my town. After five years of dedicated, loyal service I was promoted to foreman and just a few months ago after my boss retired, the owner chose me to be the new plant manager. I'm proud that I achieved this before I hit 40 (I'm 38). I've been married for 10 years and have two young kids. Life has been pretty good to me so far. It's been an easy job so far; we only employ around 40 people and many of them have been here for years. Everyone gets along for the most part and we don't have a lot of turnover, mainly because the pay is so good here you would have to be a fool to get yourself fired.
Unfortunately, from time to time we do have to let go of a person who isn't pulling their own weight, missing too many days or because their attitude sucks. I hadn't had to fire anyone until it was decided to let Tyrone go. Tyrone Childs is a 23-year-old black male who has one of those racial chips on his shoulder. You know the type; he causes all kinds of problems and blames it on the fact that he is black. Now we have many fine workers here who are black and Hispanic, but Tyrone has been written up several times and disciplined about his attitude, production and tardiness. At the last management meeting my three foremen informed me that everyone on the line has been great except for Tyrone. He has still been late a few times and argues when you point out his tardiness and production problems.
It is customary with us to let a person go at the end of the day Friday, so they may get a full week pay. As the plant was calling it a day, I had a foreman go to Tyrone to tell him to come to my office. It was about 5:10 when he showed up. My secretary was just saying goodbye to me when he came to my door.
"Have a good weekend Lori." I told my secretary. "Come in Tyrone, have a seat" I tell him. Lori closed the door even though there was nobody else in the office and the plant was quickly emptying for the weekend. My office is good sized, maybe around 25x25 feet, with a large oak desk and a few chairs inside. He pulled the chair dead center in front of me, already in an agitated state.
"Man, I hope you ain't about to fire me." Tyrone barks out.
"Well the fact is Tyrone; we are going to have to let you go because..."
"Oh man, this is bullshit!" He interrupted.
"Now look Tyrone, this isn't up for discussion!" I shot back, I decided to play this firmly. The truth was this was the first time I had to fire a person. As foreman, we can report and suggest when one of our workers should be let go, but the responsibility to let an employee was always the plant manager's. Deep inside, I was a little nervous. I expected Tyrone to get upset, he has a reputation of being a hothead and always argued the point, even if he was dead wrong.
"So, I missed a few days, so what! I know of some of the white guys here that have missed more days than me." I knew he would make race an issue.
"You have eight call outs this year, in just 7 months. Tyrone, nobody has more than five, see for yourself." I threw him the printed-out reports to prove it to him, I came prepared for battle.
"So, when my kid gets sick, I can't take him to the doctor?"
"How many of those absences were because you took your kid to the doctor?"
"Once or twice." Tyrone answered.
"What happened the other times." I retorted.
"So, I'm being fired for missing a few too many days?" Tyrone tried to switch tactics.
"That and your poor performance on the assembly line." I threw him another report detailing how his numbers were the worse in the plant. He didn't even look at the paper, he just simply shook his head.
"Man, I guess I'll just have to file a sexual complaint charge against you then!" Tyrone threatened.
My anger hit a boiling point, "What the hell are you talking about?" I screamed.
"You know exactly what I mean... in the bathroom." Suddenly it hit me. Nearly a month ago, I entered the plant's bathroom and saw Tyrone using one of the urinals. I noticed he was a step or two away from the urinal then from where I usually would stand, I went up to the urinal next to him and glanced over wondering why he was so far from it. I got my answer. Tyrone's cock was an eyeful, quite large and impressive. I wondered what a woman would do with a cock like that and got caught up with staring at it. My next words were a complete reaction and a mistake. "Damn, Tyrone your fucking hung!" Tyrone simply finished pissing and stuck his monster back in his pants, and left the bathroom without saying a word.
I looked out my office window and saw the empty parking lot, but for our two cars. I realized that he might just have me in a bad position. In my mind I was panicking, I jumped to my feet and shouted. "You think anyone is going to believe that story. I will deny I ever said anything." I could see the gears turning in his mind, I think I had him. "Now get your things and get out of my plant. Your fired!"
Tyrone paused a second and looked right at me. I expected him to take a swing at me and I stepped back when he shot from the chair unto his feet and suddenly climbed up on my desk, standing on it.
"Get down!" I yelled. "Have you lost your fucking mind?" Suddenly Tyrone unzipped his pants and pulled out his big cock. Just like in the bathroom, it was semi-erect, yet already a good 7 or 8" and very thick. "What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted. My voice was full of anger but my eyes were fixated on his cock, which he was starting to stroke.
"Yeah, white boy. You might be the boss out on that floor but I see that look in your eyes. Just like the look you had that day when you first saw my wad." As he spoke and jerked it, his cock grew inch by inch, slowly.
