"Bitch, I don't care who in hell you think you are, get the fuck out of my face if you know what's good for you," Rudolph Etienne said to the chubby, middle-aged white woman who stood in front of him at Walmart. Gasping in surprise, she actually took a step back. Everyone standing nearby seemed to freeze, and they stared at the big and tall young Black man whom the middle-aged white woman had been berating, astonished by his reaction.
"Anyone else got something to say?" Rudolph asked loudly, squaring his shoulders, and when no one said anything, he took off his blue vest and tossed it into the Customer Service Office. Without another word, Rudolph walked out of Nepean's busiest store, presumably never to return. As he passed the uniformed security guard, a middle-aged Somali dude, Rudolph smiled and the old man, Mr. Abdi, returned his smile.
"Good luck, young brother," Mr. Abdi said, and he and Rudolph exchanged a smile and a nod before the young man left the store. Rudolph walked to the OC Transpo bus station and boarded the 95 bus leaving Nepean, Ontario, for downtown Ottawa. As he sat down for the first time since he left his house that fateful morning, Rudolph paused to catch his breath.
Walmart, the world's busiest store, also attracts its fair share of assholes and bitches, both clients and customers. In his two years on the job, Rudolph had seen his share of both. Walmart attracted the shittiest managers, men and women who didn't see the people who worked under them as anything but numbers. The customers were the worst, especially the old white folks who didn't like young minority men and women to talk back when they went off on them. Losers all, Rudolph thought glumly.
One of the worst mistakes Rudolph ever made was getting involved with Katherine Ambrose, one of the customer service managers at the Walmart where he worked. At first, the six-foot-tall, curvy, blonde-haired and blue-eyed white chick with the thick ass seemed like a lot of fun. Recently graduated from Algonquin College's applied business program, Katherine Ambrose came to Walmart with a lot of ambition, and Rudolph truly respected that. That's why he went after her like a heat-seeking missile...and got her.
"Hello cutie," Katherine said to Rudolph as they took a smoke break in the store's empty garden center, which was closed for the season. Located behind the parking lot, it afforded them some measure of privacy. Rudolph smiled and kissed Katherine on the lips, and gave her big ass a firm pinch, which caused her to squeal. Rudolph smiled, he'd been aching to do that to her all day. Katherine's ass looked mesmerizing in those tight black pants of hers...
"Hello back," Rudolph said, grinning, and just like that, they began making out. Their passion took them to the benches around the corner, partially hidden by a small shed which once housed propane equipment. Rudolph sat Katherine on the bench, and pulled down her pants. Rudolph grinned upon realizing that Katherine had boxers on. Tomboy hotness, he thought.
"What are you waiting for?" Katherine whispered, licking her lips. Rudolph smiled and pulled down her panties, then buried his face between her thighs. Just like that, Rudolph began pleasuring his lady. Katherine leaned back on the bench and spread her thick, sexy thighs invitingly as Rudolph worked his magic on her. In no time he had her moaning in ecstasy...
"Hmm, nice," Katherine said, a few moments later, as she knelt before Rudolph and sucked his long and thick, dark dick. Watching her lovely blonde head bob up and down as she sucked him off really turned him on. In no time, Katherine had Rudolph harder than a rock. Rolling a condom on his dick, Rudolph bent Katherine over the bench, and took her from behind.
"The things I'm going to do to that ass," Rudolph said, and Katherine laughed as he gave her thick white ass a firm slap. Katherine made her big ass jiggle, and pressed it against Rudolph's groin. Gripping Katherine's hips, Rudolph thrust into her. The blonde Amazon squealed in delight as he began to fuck her. Hard and fast they went at it, and a few minutes later, they readjusted their clothes and went back to work as if nothing had happened.
Rudolph's relationship with Katherine Ambrose was a passionate one, until she got promoted from leader of the customer service management team to assistant store manager. That's when Katherine became a major bitch with a capital B, and began treating everyone at work like they were things instead of people. Rudolph argued with Katherine about it, and it didn't go well. They split shortly after. Rudolph noticed her looking at him as he exited the Walmart doors that fateful afternoon. Their eyes met, and neither said anything. As far as he was concerned, Rudolph was done with Walmart...and Katherine.
A few months ago, Rudolph graduated from the University of Ottawa with a Bachelor's degree in Accounting. At first, he was overjoyed. His parents, Nadine and Jean-Robert Etienne took a break from retirement and flew in from his hometown of Jacmel, Haiti, to watch him graduate. Afterwards, they had a wonderful party attended by close friends and family. Rudolph had the time of his life. The future looked bright. And then reality set in...
"Sorry, sir, I'm afraid we're not hiring at this moment," Rudolph grew tired of hearing these words from a variety of people. Canada Revenue Agency. The Pythian Group. Ericsson. KPMG. All of Ottawa's biggest employers had one thing in common, they didn't feel like hiring young black men fresh out of university. Oh, they smiled a lot when Rudolph came in for interviews, and they were polite about it, but he knew that they weren't looking to hire anyone like him.
Rudolph knew what they saw when they looked at him. Standing six-foot-three, with broad shoulders, dark brown skin and a smooth shaved head, Rudolph looked more like an NFL player or an NBA star than a young professional. The Canadian government and the private sector ignored his qualifications, and passed him over for less-qualified white dudes and white chicks. That's just the way of the world.
"Losers," Rudolph thought, feeling enraged and frustrated as the rejection letters and the promising interviews that never led anywhere continued to pile up. They didn't want him. Never mind that he'd graduated with honors from the Accounting program at the University of Ottawa, had plenty of work experience, great references, and he spoke English and French fluently, on top of the Haitian Creole he learned from his family.
"Welcome to Ottawa, land of passive-aggressive bozos, home to the most polite bigots in the world," Rudolph said to his cousin Ricardo Etienne, who was visiting from the City of Tallahassee, Florida, last summer. Ricardo, who had just completed his studies at Miami-Dade College, was flirting with the idea of moving to the City of Ottawa and continuing his education in the Canadian capital. An incident at Ottawa's busiest mall made the young Floridian change his mind.
