First I Got Fired

A very unpleasant tale about a young woman who had a very bad day.

***

Mackenzie Bruno worked for Great Buy, the discount electronics store, until late one Saturday afternoon when she got called into the manager's office. The office was just a dumpy and cluttered room in the back with a desk and chair, and Mackenzie had only been back there once before about 3 months ago when she got hired. Even though the manager was creepy Mackenzie needed the job because she had just bombed out of community college and her old man was adamant that she get a job or become the woman of the house with her mother gone.

Mackenzie hated the job and knew she wasn't very good at it because her knowledge of electronics was limited, and since at home all they had was a VHS player hooked up to the ancient TV, DVD's were a mystery. The only time she ever spent in front of a computer had been at school, and nobody really tried to train her at Great Buy because they didn't want her to compete with them for commissions.

The manager, a short stocky guy with sketchy teeth, led Mackenzie into the room and closed the door, turning the lock as quietly as he could. As he moved to the desk he sat on the edge which was the only clear place on it. He had a folder in his hands with her name on it that his stubby fingers drummed on nervously. Bud Leicht plopped his foot on the chair beside the desk, leaving the skinny teen standing in the center of the room fidgeting and waiting for what she suspected would be bad news.

"Ms. Bruno," Mr. Leicht sighed as he looked inside the folder and then glancing at the name tag on the blue company shirt said, "Mac."

"My name's Mackenzie," the geeky looking girl with glasses said and then explained, "My name is Mackenzie. They said it wouldn't fit on the tag."

"Oh yes, I remember that from your interview. You know what day today is?"

"Saturday?" Mackenzie said.

"No. Well yes, it is Saturday," he chuckled. "What I was referring to is that it's the end of your three month probationary period. As you remember from when you were hired, all prospective employees are given three months to prove that they are Great Buy material. We feel that this allows us to accurately determine a trainee's skill level and..."

Mackenzie stood there shifting her weight from foot to foot, listening to the manager reading something off a sheet of paper, and after a while he started to sound like the adults in the Charlie Brown specials. Whah whah whah continued until apparently what the guy had to read was over, and only then did he get to the point.

"So with all that in mind, the management team has evaluated your progress these three months, and unfortunately we've come to the conclusion that you aren't Great Buy material," he said and then added, "so we have to let you go."

"When?" Mackenzie asked as she pushed her classes back up her nose.

"Let's see," Mr. Leicht said as he looked at this watch. "You work until 6 and it's 5:15 now. You can leave now and I'll make sure you get paid for the rest of the day."

"Today? That's it?"

"No point in having you stay a couple more weeks. If you don't catch on in 3 months I doubt whether prolonging it 45 minutes would help," he mused aloud. "Says here you lack knowledge of our products."

"Nobody really trained me," Mackenzie said softly. "Just showed me how to run the register."

"Being a team player means not pointing fingers," he replied. "Remember, when you point a finger at others there are four pointing back at you - actually 3 because the thumb sort of - well regardless. Of course if you showed more of that team spirit I might - just might - be able to get your probation extended for a while."

"You know what I mean Mac?" he asked after an awkward silence

"Mackenzie," she murmured under her breath.

"I'm talking about the old saying. You know, 'go along to get along'?" Mr. Leicht explained as he set her folder down and approached Mackenzie who took a couple steps back until she was against the wall. "It seems like you need a job and I - well I have needs too."

"Hey, I know I'm no Johnny Depp," her stocky man admitted with a grin as he put his hands on Mackenzie's wrists and ran his stubby fingers up her skinny arms until the reached the short sleeve of the shirt. "You're no Winona Ryder either, am I right? "Hmm... your arms are almost as hairy as mine. Feels nice."

"What are you talking about Mr. Leicht" the teen insisted.

"You know what I mean. You're not a kid anymore - are you?" he suddenly blurted out. "You are 18 aren't you?'

"19 but what does that matter?"

"It means that neither one of us are drop dead gorgeous. I don't see guys lining up for you and I'm married but my wife, she's eh!" the manager grunted and then smiled and said, "We have something else in common. We're almost the same height. What are you, 5'6"? But you're nice and slim and have a lot more interesting body than I do. Let's see here."

"What are you doing?" Mackenzie said as she recoiled from the manager as he slid his hands under the teen's baggy store uniform.

"Pretty obvious isn't it?" he snorted as his paws landed on the outside of Mackenzie's bra and kneaded the padded cups. "Relax. Remember go along to get along? Hmm, you've got little ones, but that's okay. Anything more than a handful - what are you doing?"

"Leaving," Mackenzie snapped as she pulled away and went to the door.

"I need your name tag," the flustered manager said as the girl fumbled with the lock before getting the door open and bolting out.

"You won't be getting paid for that last half hour," he called out as Mackenzie hurried towards the exit as her eyes welled up, and as she went through the automatic doors she let them flow while the knowledge that she would have to go home and explain this to her furious father hung over her head.

***

Mackenzie walked the streets in a daze as dusk turned into night, the image of her father waiting for her keeping her wandering aimlessly, and her best case scenario would be that he would get drunk early and fall asleep. She looked in the windows of the mostly closed stores for HELP WANTED signs but saw none, and then she passed a bar where a few guys were standing outside smoking and after a guy snickered at her some other guy came to her defense as Mackenzie tried to get around them.

"Hey, leave the little lady alone," the tall skinny one said. "She's trying to get in the bar."

"No - I wasn't..."

"Well you should because it's a friendly place," he said and then put his arm around her shoulder and tried to herd Mackenzie inside. "Let me prove it to you by buying you a drink."

"I can't."

"You don't like me?" the somewhat handsome guy said.

"No, I mean it's not like that. I'm not old enough."

"Why, how old are you... Mac?" he asked as he looked at her name tag.

"14," one of the wise guy quipped but she was already telling the guy she was 19.

"That's old enough," her Casanova said. "You've got proof."

"No I don't," Mackenzie insisted but the guy took her hand and squeezed the inside of her wrist.

"Yep, you're alive," he noted as he took her pulse. "Old enough to be served at the Brass Monkey, and besides, you're a friend of mine."

"But I don't even know your name," Mackenzie protested.

"Dave," the guy said as he swung the door open, and as the smell of stale beer and the blaring of the jukebox cranking out Radiohead hit the girl in the face she was ushered to the end of the bar and slid onto the first bar stool of her life.

***

"I should leave," Mackenzie said as he looked at the remnants of her second rum and coke, but her new friend Dave told her she was doing fine and should have another.

"I know I'm not drunk," Mackenzie said. "But my father will kill me."

"I thought you said you were 19," Dave asked as he squeezed her thigh under the bar.

"I am."

"Well you're an adult and can do what you want."

"Not if I want to live at home. Ever since Mom died he's been really tough on me," the teen said. "Plus I just got fired today."

"I know, you told me already, remember?" the thirty something man reminded her. "And I swore I would never buy anything from Great Buy again."

"I know but..."

"I thought you said you liked me."

"I do. You've been nice to me."

"Do you know who you look like?" he asked. "Have you ever seen Family Guy?"

"I don't think so."

"You look a lot like Meg Griffin - she's a teenage girl on the show," Dave told her with a grin and then suggested, "you know, it's nice out. We could take a walk through the park on your way home."

"But I live in the other direction," Mackenzie said as he started to coax her out the door.

"We'll take the long way," he said, and as they left he put his arm around her and guided her toward the park.

***

"The sign said closed dusk to dawn," the teen said as they went through the open gate but Dave pooh-pooed that notion.

"Nah, it they meant that they would close the gate," he said. "Lots of couples come down here at night. Let's head back where there are a few picnic tables. There's nobody there so we can get to know each other."

"There," Dave said as they leaned against the end of a table. "Nice back here. Romantic isn't it?"

As he spoke he kissed Mackenzie, and although she initially offered a little resistance she was soon kissing him back with almost as much enthusiasm as he was. Soon she felt his hand going up under the shirt before she could stop him, and as the hand went up it took her bra with it.

"Nice," he sighed as he kneaded the little buds. "Just like lemons, or maybe limes, and they're sensitive too aren't they? I can feel how hard your nipples are.

"Should go home," Mackenzie mumbled between kisses, but then his hand went down and deftly undid the snap on her jeans and slid smoothly under the elastic of her panties.

"Oh!"

"Mackenzie you sweet thing," Dave chucked. "Playing hard to get and here you are dripping wet."

"Ooh!"

"You've got a lot of hair down here too. Damn. Old school pussy," he noted as his fingers raked through her dense bush.

"Dave?"

"I know you want it as bad as I do," he said as she nudged her jeans and panties down to her knees. "I'm gonna give it to you like you probably never had it before. You like it up the ass?"

"What?" the teen said as she got spun around and got leaned over the table,

"I'm gonna get you all primed up," Dave claimed as he spread her legs and pried her buttocks apart while kneeling behind her. "Gonna show me why they call me Dirty Dave."

"What's that?"

"My finger."

"It's in my bottom," the girl protested.

"I know, and it's so tight and so warm," Dave sighed. "You even have a little hair guarding your back door, you furry little thing. If you think that feels good, hold on tight."

"Omigod!" Mackenzie yelped when the man's tongue danced on her anus, even dipping in a couple of times while he snorted and made all sorts of feral noises while undoing his slacks.

"Sweet sweet ass," the man mumbled as he stood up and let his pants go all the way down. "Hey honey, spit in your hand."

"Spit?"

"Just do it," he repeated, and after the teen followed his instruction he took that hand and brought it back to where his erection was swaying. "Rub your spit on it. See, nothing to worry about. It won't hurt because it's long but real skinny. Chicks tell me I have a dick that's meant for ass. Now just relax."

As the man pushed his slender prong into the previously virgin territory Mackenzie cried out, and as he fully impaled her feet came off the ground for a moment. Soon he began making short rapid thrusts in and out, and as he kept asking he how she liked it she began to not answer but making soft grunts with each probe of the dick. Dave managed to get his hand in between the table and the girl's sex and pushed a finger in.

"Gonna make you cum before I do," he muttered as his cock probed the teen's bowels while he crudely fingered her, and his words came true because it wasn't too long before the girl's body quivered and then convulsed as she came.

If it was not for Dave holding her up Mackenzie would have fallen down, but he managed to keep the petite teen upright and even manged to move a step to the side so he could sit on the bench of the table, even keeping them coupled as he brought her down with him onto his lap.

"Oh, bet that feels good now," Dave told him. "You're in to the balls. Now just move up and down a bit, like you're on a merry-go-round."

"I need to go home," Mackenzie sniffed, but when he asked her if it still hurt she acknowledged, "not as much."

"Hey Dude," Dave called out from behind the girl, starling her. "How long have you been watching?"

"Since you were tossing the chick's salad," this huge man said as he emerged from the trees like Paul Bunyan.

"Who's he?" Mackenzie cried as she tried to scramble her feet but was held down.

"I'm a friend," the man said gruffly as he came up to the couple.

"He's okay," Dave said as a testimonial of sorts before offering his prize. "You want in on the ass?"

"Hell no, I don't dig sloppy seconds, especially back there.

"I don't like this," the teen declared.

"That's because Dirty Dave is the one dickin' you," the big guy roared as he held her chin up while reaching into his zipper, and after he pulled out his manhood he added, "I think this would fit nice in the sweet pussy of yours."

"Omigod!" Mackenzie exclaimed as she looked at the man's cock which he wiggled in her face, the dark beige uncut organ very thick and very long, and as he slapped her cheek with the flaccid tool Dave crowed as he held the girl on his dick.

"Damn man, your cock is enormous!"

"Not too big for the little lady," the big boy said as he rubbed the tip between her lips. "Open wide, and watch those teeth. That's it, take it nice and slow."

"This is so hot," Dave hissed into her ear as he tried to nudge her up and down on his lap while he watched the girl trying to suck his friend's weapon. "You got one cock in your ass and another in your mouth at the same time. This is like being in a freaking porn movie!"

Mackenzie kept gagging when the big guy tried to pull her face closer to him, but as she struggled to take more of it in her mouth to satisfy the brute, despite it all the organ began to swell and lengthen which seemed to excite the guy impaling her anally most of all.

"Damn! This is so crazy. I'm ain't no gay but watching this so close up is insane!" Dave yelled, causing his friend to tell him to keep his voice down. "Can't help it. Gonna cum!"

Dave erupted, sending volleys of his seed deep into the teen's bowels, and after he stopped cumming he was hugging Mackenzie from behind until he slipped out of her ass.

"You done yet Dirty Dave?" her friend sneered, and after he nodded he was told, "well then let go of the girl and put her on the table for me. Today!"

"Where am I going?" the girl asked as she got pulled off of Dave's lap, and after she stood up she almost lost her balance and Mackenzie's head spun until he put her on her back with her butt on the end of the table while Dave stood on the side..

"Get lost," the big guy told him but he shook his head.

"Hell no. You watched me!" he challenged. "Besides, she's my girl. I want to watch you stick that freaking salami in that hairy pussy."

"Damn, she's scary hairy," the guy said as he looked down at the dense jungle in the moonlight while he brought the knob of his cock to the wettest area of the triangle, and as he rubbed it up and down he quipped, "I know there's a hole in there somewhere."

"Want to watch this?" Dave offered as he lifted Mackenzie's head and neck off the table. "I know I do."

"Watch? What?" Mackenzie mumbled as she tried to look down toward the end of the table in the murky light, and by the time she saw what was about to happen she already felt the intruder pushing in and was howling at the moon.

"You like that?" Dave panted at her. "You like the way that big cock feels in you? It's like you're getting boned by John Freaking Holmes."

"Omigod omigod omigod!" Mackenzie kept mumbling as she looked away and up at the stars until Dave blocked the view by smothering her with kisses.

"You're so freaking hot!" he raved as he kept peeking down between her thighs to see his friend move back and forth, shaking his head at how much of the thing wasn't even in. "Imagine how that cock would feel in your ass."

"No please," the girl whimpered with her eye wide open, and then she started to try and claw at Dave beside her on the table. "Oh!"

"You're gonna cum aren't you?" Dave asked as the girl's mouth opened wide in a silent scream while her eyes rolled back in her head just before she convulsed and bridged her back off the wood.

"Fuck!" the brute growled and then grunted several times until he was drained, after which he pulled his cock out of the girl and wiped the head on her pubes before reaching down and pulling up his pants. "Damn, that was one tight pussy, and when she came I thought she was gonna snap my pecker in two."

"You okay?" Dave whispered.

"I'm going back to the Monkey. You coming?" the big guy asked as he walked away from the table. "Cops will probably be here soon the way you two were screaming."

"Yeah, be right there," Dave said as he helped Mackenzie sit up on the end of table, and after he pulled her panties and slacks back up he straightened out her blouse as best he could and got her down off the table. "You want to come back to the Brass Monkey with us? You know> Rum and cokes? Party on? The night is still young?"

"Rum? No, I have to go home," she said as she tried to figure out the way they came in. "It still hurts."

"You were fun Mac. Come back around sometime," Dave said, and then after a kiss on the cheek ran like a puppy to catch up with his pal.

"My name's Mackenzie," she mumbled as she started to shuffle towards the street, adding, "Daddy's gonna kill me."

***

"Dear, are you alright?"

The voice came from a shadowy figure behind a tree, and when he stepped out Mackenzie was relieved to see it was a little old man with a cane.

"Who me? I think so," the girl replied.

"I was concerned because I thought those men were harming you at first, because they were so much older than you," the senior wheezed. "Then it sounded like you were having fun so I changed my mind about calling the authorities. If I were younger I would have confronted them but since they were your friends..."

"No, not my friends. I don't know what they were."

"Are you a drug addict Dear?"

"Me, no. My Dad would kill me."

"You just seem a little out of it if you don't mind me saying so.."

"No, I was walking past a bar and the one guy pulled me in, and I had a couple of drinks but anyway the next thing I knew I was in the park," Mackenzie said. "The big man, I don't know where he came from."

"I see. The bar? Did it happen to be called the Brass Monkey?" He asked and the teen lit up.

"Yes, that was it."

"That explains it. I think the characters that frequent that appalling place call what happened to you 'Getting Monkeyed'. They likely put something in your drink. You don't seem to be the type of girl to do those things with two men."

"Omigod no. I've only been with one man my whole life - until tonight."

"Now dear, I live across the street on the first level of that brownstone. Why don't we go over and my wife can clean you up?"

"I better get home. My father is really strict."

"I don't think he would want to see you like that, plus you seem to be walking peculiarly, like you just got off a horse."

"Okay, I guess," she replied as they got to the front door, and as the man unlocked the door Mackenzie managed a smile and said, "Do you know who you look like mister? Did you ever see the movie 'It's a Wonderful Life?"