My wife and I each wrote a version of an actual experience a couple of years ago (The dress and the Erotic Evening). Some liked it and asked me to continue but unfortunately nothing in real life like that has happened again. My wife also wrote of her college years and someday may finish (The Making of a College Slut). This submission is a fictional story but both Carrie and I feel it could be us.
Yes, for you spineless Anons, it's fag cuck shit. Save it...or not. We don't really care.
Part 1 is mostly background.
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My name is Rick Morse and my wife Holly and have been married for 18 years. We have two great sons, 16 and 12 and live fairly conservative lives in the Midwest. Holly is a CPA for a medium sized firm near Kansas City and I work for Max Kepler.
Max is the owner and CEO of Kepler Machine was started 35 years ago by his father Ron. Ron was a machinist who got fed up working for one of the major automotive companies in Detroit so he moved back to his home town in Missouri and started his own company making parts out of his garage. He slowly built the company by providing small parts for sub-tiers of sub-tiers of sub-tiers for automotive, industrial and eventually aerospace companies. He built it into a 30 person shop before he was hit by a bus - yes, literally hit and killed by a metro bus after meeting with his accountant in Kansas City.
Ron and his wife Marge had two kids, a son and a daughter. Marge left Ron a couple of years after starting the business convinced that he would fail and hated the uncertainty of an irregular paycheck. She hated living in the small Midwestern town. She met and married a banker and moved to Seattle abandoning her young children and lived a wealthy but unhappy life. She eventually turned to alcohol and spent her life in and out of rehab and finally took her own life. Their daughter Missy was a good kid, very quiet and good with numbers. She earned an academic scholarship to Kansas State and graduated with an accounting degree. She went to work for her dad as his bookkeeper and transitioned into the CFO position as the company grew.
Max, on the other hand was a total fuck up. He had dropped out of high school at 15 but having the entrepreneurial gene he made money running an elaborate marijuana distribution ring. He had another business stealing parts from motorcycles (a passion of his) and reselling them and had a lucrative business making fake drivers licenses for underage college students. He was arrested a number of times and after a couple of years in and out of the system Ron put him to work at the company as a janitor. Max actually thrived in the manufacturing environment and within a few years became an accomplished machinist and CNC programmer.
His success in the company didn't temper his rebellious streak. It was no secret that he and his father did not see eye to eye. Max constantly bitched and complained about how the company was run, from the low wages and minimum health care to the type of toilet paper in the bathrooms. He became the shop hero for the disenchanted. In his off hours Max partied hard. Since Kepler's aerospace and automotive certifications required a drug test program for those who handled parts he was restricted to alcohol but that didn't slow him down. Max loved a good time. He was married once but it lasted less than 3 months when his wife caught him fucking one of Missy's bridesmaids at her wedding reception. He owned a couple of Harleys and was a member of the local club. Each year he would take the all of his vacation - four weeks - in August to ride to Sturgis. The extra weeks gave time for any drugs he might have consumed there filter through his system. Above all, much to his father's chagrin, he was charismatic as hell and loved by his fellow workers. The rest of the management team constantly urged Ron to grow a pair and eliminate this disruptive element and fire his son. Max threatened to take all he knew and go to one of their major competitors if that were to happen.
Some believe that the exit strategy for Max was in the works the day that Ron had the unfortunate encounter with the Metro. After it was confirmed that Max had nothing to do with his father's death (however many still cannot believe it) Max and Missy inherited Kepler Manufacturing. Since their parents had divorced and Ron had never remarried, there was nothing to dispute. Missy, who was close to her father but had no interest in remaining with the company began making arrangements to sell her half to Max. She figured it would be belly-up soon with her black sheep brother at the helm. Her husband was also a CPA and she was offered a position in the same firm outside of Kansas City. Together they made enough money so as to not be bothered when the company crashed and burned.
Max, after many years of bragging to everyone how much better he could run the business than his father, went right to work intent on proving it. He fired all of the existing management team replacing the Procurement and Operations Managers with his machinist buddies. His sister's position was filled by one of his Harley friends who had a finance degree and had CFO experience. He took on the jobs of Sales, Human Resources and Quality Assurance himself. He fired other people he considered to be "non team players" which arbitrarily included people that had been critical of him in the past, ugly women (the QA and HR managers qualified among others), overly religious workers and basically anyone that would not party with him after work and on weekends. He was careful on how he went about it and had another of his Harley buddies, who happened to be an employment attorney, advising him ever step of the way.
He subsequently instructed his new Procurement Manager to lean heavily on the supply chain to reduce their prices. He had no problems cutting out long term vendors that had their business only because they had been golfing buddies of his dad's, many who had been taking advantage of the relationship by charging Kepler high prices. He went to each customer and renegotiated their contracts and pricing. He hired new people to replace the ones he let go and screened each and every one of them himself asking them all sorts of illegal questions about their personal lives. He wanted them to "be a fit" meaning he wanted them to be like him. His main criteria was that they had to a be fun to work with. If they didn't have the skills but were willing to work hard and learn he'd have them trained as long as they knew how to have a good time in the off hours. All newly hired females it seemed, had big tits.
An amazing thing happened. Kepler began to outperform not only their competitors but themselves by raising overall delivery performance from the high 80% that had been the norm under his father to a steady 98% in the first year. Quality went from a 93% average to 99%. Sales doubled and profits increased over 30%. In the first two years he reinvested most of the profits into his employees, first revamping their health care to include full coverage for each employee and their families and then increased their salaries 20% across the board which also enabled him to attract a higher level of employee experience. He then went to work buying a new and bigger facility and utilizing his energized employees to drive continuous improvement and cost cutting activities. The employees loved working for Max and his like minded managerial team as much as they liked working with each other.
The one area where Kepler fell short was in quality documentation which is critical for companies operating in highly regulated industries like automotive and aerospace. After an FAA audit led to the suspension of his aerospace production rating Max hired me.
I've been a Quality Assurance guy my entire career and have a history of pulling companies like Kepler out of regulatory messes. Max found me through an executive search, the one and only time he ever used one, and flew both Holly and I out from Buffalo to meet him. My interview was a BBQ at his newly built country estate that included Holly and I and a couple of other managers and their spouses. There was no mention of my qualifications or past work experience and he offered me the job while we were all doing tequila shots after dinner. The salary was only slightly higher than my then current salary but the cost of living in the Midwest vs the Northeast made it attractive. Being a city boy all my life caused me some concern about adjusting to country lifestyle but Holly, being from rural Ontario, felt at home. In addition she had a blast and she loved Max and the other staff members and their spouses. She, like me came from a blue collar family and could relate to this type of work atmosphere. Her father was a Harley rider and was a member of a Canadian club that Max had ridden with in the past. Max had made a comment at some point during the evening that he knew of her dad and of her as well. I vaguely remembered that Holly claimed total ignorance and changed the subject and I thought nothing of it at the time.
I accepted his offer while downing my seventh or eighth shot although I barely remember it. I only remember Max shaking my hand vigorously and everyone hugging Holly.
Max arranged an interview for Holly at the CPA firm where Missy and her husband worked. Everything worked out. I came to work, cleaned up Max's regulatory mess, which wasn't easy, and have stayed on for the last 10 years.
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Holly and I met a few years after we both graduated from college in a hotel lobby in Phoenix one morning. We were both on a business trip and we shared a cab from the hotel to the airport but got stuck in a massive traffic jam due to one of Phoenix's famous flash floods and both missed our flights. We spent the next six hours in the cab and airport bar in easy conversation and we both felt that fate had brought us together. We eventually had to board our rebooked flights, hers was home to Toronto and mine to Buffalo. Since our two cities were close enough geographically we were able to carry on a solid relationship by meeting on one side of Niagara Falls or the other. We made love on our third date and about every one thereafter until we bought a place in the city of Niagara in commuting distance to both of our jobs. Holly had dual citizenship as her mother was from California so that made it easy. We married after a year in a raucous ceremony which included her father's biking buddies and my dysfunctional rowdy family.
