Uhhh... ahhh... hahhh... fuck... fuck... fuck me more!"
"Um! Um! Damn Chaz... never realized your wife is this good a fuck!
"H-hon... are you alright?"
"Ohhhh... "
I work as a call center agent in a foreign-based company for five years now. Although the pay the good and the benefits are stable enough to raise a family of four, I guess at this point it is not enough it seems - in my wife's point of view at least. She believes that I should have been promoted two years ago just like she did (she works as an advertising supervisor).
Dinah, my wife, keeps nagging me about not being assertive enough to further my career. And this nagging of hers has become a ritual that I was finally fed up in the end. I just told her sarcastically that I will just have to lick my boss's ass so that I could get the promotion she wanted.
But my wife had other plans. She just made me promise not to do anything stupid and violent so I will not lose my job and ruin my marriage.
Friday night. I was surprised as I arrive from home; the lights were off in the living room. In fact, the lighting in the house were all turned off. I was worried sick that something might have happened. I was about to call the police hotline when I heard laughter in the backyard.
"Honey... are you there?"
Walking briskly, I was surprised when I saw Dinah together with Mr. Edward Sweetlick, my boss, dipping in our makeshift pool.
My boss is a 60 year old African American who owns the company. They call him "Hitman Hearns" as his appearance is somewhat akin to the American boxing champion. Gruff and grouchy, he is always feared; his employees cow in fear everytime they see his 6'5" frame. Most of my officemates cringe whenever they see him visit and inspect the workplace. But his demeanor was different now; he appears to be affable now as his arms were wrapped around my wife's shoulder as she sits beside him.
"Come join us Mr. Calleja... or shall I call you Chaz?"
He told me to take a chair near the pool as my wife gave me a glass of wine to cool my nerves (I admit the scene I was witnessing at that time was a bit uncomfortable for me).
The two of them talked for almost an hour I think, and they talked about everything -- from politics, families, sports, to our respective jobs.
"How many years you've been receiving calls again Mr. Calleja?"
"Five years sir."
"Hm... five years is a long time for an average call operator, unless you're content working in that level... "
"I've sent my application papers to the HRD every time there is an opening... "
"And?"
"None of my papers were approved."