Human Resources: Caught with Porn, Part 1
"Mrs. Carmichael, what can I do for you?" the HR director asked, answering her phone, her voice light and pleasant.
"Hi, Deborah. It's about the email you sent me... about Brandon Trent." She read the email... twice, really... trying to figure out what was going on. It surprised her. And it wasn't a great way to start the new week.
"You have questions?" Deborah asked.
"Well, yes," Rachel Carmichael looked at her office door to make sure it was closed. She really didn't want any of this to get out to the other employees. "As I understand your email, IT found and reported porn on Brandon Trent's work computer. Is that right?"
"Yes, that's correct," Deborah said. "They found inappropriate files and inappropriate Internet links. Corporate policy requires me to keep a copy of the IT notice on file and to inform you, since you're his supervisor, so that you can take appropriate actions."
"What are my options?"
"Well, the policy says that the employee is to be immediately terminated with the notice given by the supervising manager."
"You say that like I have... other... options," Rachel said.
"I'll tell you what... I had IT install monitoring software on his computer, so you can both see the screen as it's presented to him, and can look through his computer files. All without his knowledge, of course. Why don't you investigate further to determine if this infraction truly warrants termination or merely a warning... maybe with a... remediation plan. I'll send you the login information."
"Ok... I'll do that," Rachel said. She was actually a little intrigued that Brandon was watching porn at work. That took some balls that she frankly didn't think he had.
"I've also sent you a copy of the Computer Use Policy document that he signed at the beginning of the year, stating that he knows that watching porn or saving files of that nature on his work computer is a violation and that the repercussion is immediate termination."
"Thank you. I appreciate your attention on this... and I appreciate you letting me look into it."
"You are very welcome. And if I may give you my... personal... opinion," Deborah said. "I, uh... I think other... more interesting... and dare I say... satisfying... things should be considered over termination. I think you might... enjoy... these other options."
Rachel was a little confused by the cryptic messages, but decided she'd first investigate, then weigh her options. "I'll, uh, let you know by the end of the week what I want to do. Ok?"
"That would be fine," Deborah said.
"Thanks." Rachel set the phone on the cradle, hanging up. She opened her email and saw the message from Deborah containing the login information. Suddenly her phone dinged as a text message appeared from Deborah. When Rachel opened it, there were two simple lines of text "One option to consider... Just think what you can do with the power you now have." along with a video attached.
Intrigued, Rachel opened the attachment. She clicked on it and it automatically opened in the picture-viewer app. Rachel was stunned and brought her hand to her mouth in shock as the image suddenly appeared, filling her screen. She looked around, nervously, praying that no one else saw it.
She brought her phone up, taking a better, longer look at the picture, her finger touching the screen lightly. It depicted a partially dressed, older woman, sitting in her office chair with one leg up on the desk, the other on the arm of the chair. A young man, wearing a white, button-down shirt and tie, was kneeling between her legs, his tongue buried in her pussy. From the expression on the woman's face and the way her hand cradled his head, she knew the woman was in the throes of a wonderful, wonderful orgasm.
Rachel shook her head, suddenly aware that this was inappropriate, and locked her phone. But she couldn't ignore the feelings that the image generated. Her body flushed and she was suddenly breathing hard. This was a very erotic image.
She opened the email about the login information, followed the directions, and soon saw Brandon's computer screen pop up in a window on her own computer screen.
"Oh my!" she said, shocked at what she saw on the screen. "What do we have here?" In an expanded window on Brandon's screen a porn movie was playing... a movie with an older woman and a younger man having sex on a living room couch. She used her background access to look at his browsing history and noted a vast quantity of porn videos were listed.
"Oh my God... MILF porn... MILF porn... they're all the same type... MILF porn," she said, shocked. "All day long, every day. This is unbelievable. Unbelievable!" she said. But as she watched the video play, she was more and more drawn into it. She had to admit, she enjoyed this genre of porn herself. She was just a lot more discreet.
She quickly brought up her instant messaging program and typed Brandon a message. "Brandon, please come to my office at 5pm today."
After only a moment, she got a response. "Ok."
Then she sent a text message back to Deborah... "I'm liking that alternative option..."
*****
Brandon was a bit confused and scared when he received the message. She'd never called him into her office like this before. And right at the end of the day? He wondered if he was being fired or something.
He looked at the clock. Two o'clock. He was going to double-down on his work for the rest of the afternoon. If nothing else, it would take his mind off the meeting.
He grabbed his phone and called his wife of two years. "Hey, hun. Sorry, but my boss set up a meeting at 5pm, so I'll be home a little late," he said. "Yeah... I will... love you, too. Bye."
*****
Promptly at 5pm, Brandon knocked on the doorframe of Rachel's office. "Rachel? You wanted to see me?"
"There you are," she said, not smiling, but not looking mad, either. Her expression was rather confusing to Brandon. "Please take a seat."
Brandon sat in the nearest chair, facing Rachel's desk. She stood and closed her office door, locking it. Then went and sat behind her desk again.
"I'll get right to the point," she said, leaning forward on her desk. "I received an email from HR this morning about a violation of the company's Computer Use Policy."
Brandon nodded, not knowing what to say.
"Under direction from HR, I was given remote access to your computer to perform my own investigation into the matter and I have to say... it was rather... interesting," she said, nodding her head at her use of that particular word. "I found that you were watching a porn movie at that time... and had watched multiple, as a matter of fact, over the course of the day. And I found that this is not a one-off occurrence. You watch a lot of porn at work. And I mean a lot. Do you think that's appropriate?"
Brandon shook his head and looked down. He was busted and he was aware of the consequences dictated by the policy. Immediate termination.
"You know you use a company computer, right?" she asked, starting to feel more and more powerful. She was holding his destiny in her hands and it was exhilarating to her. The image of the woman in Deborah's picture popped into her mind. God, that was hot! "And you read the use policy, right? I mean, I know you did, because I have a copy of it right here, with your signature on it. And still you're watching all that during work hours."
Brandon looked down at the floor. He hated being chastised and embarrassed like this. He almost wanted her to just fire him on the spot. It would make things easier.
"No one sees it," he mumbled, as if that was enough of a defense. "And I do get my work done."
"I do see that and that's one of the reasons you're still here," she said. "You know, what shocks me a little bit is your choice of porn. I would think you'd be more into the teen thing. But you have a lot of MILF porn on your computer."
"It's, uh, just something I watch."
"You know," she smiled, almost deviously. "I've never mentioned it to another soul before, but... I enjoy watching MILF porn, too." Brandon looked up at her, shocked by her admission. "I mean, I think I'd be considered a MILF, right?"
"Yeah," he nodded slowly, wondering what in the hell was happening.
"I have to admit," she laughed softly, "I watched your computer for most of the day today and your choices in movies was... fun. I enjoyed watching all of them."
Brandon was starting to see a little ray of hope in keeping his job. Maybe she'll just chastise him and tell him to stop. He would, of course. He'd stop completely.
"But, we do have to address it," she said. "I mean, what do you think HR thinks about you... looking at MILF porn on the company computer? I really don't think they're very happy about it."
"What if... what if we just tell them I'll stop?" Brandon asked. "It was just... just a stupid error in judgement. It won't happen again."
"Oh, but that's not how this works," she said, shaking her head. "You see, they already know but, lucky for you, have graciously given me the choice as to whether or not you're fired. So... the choice, if you want to keep your job, is what are you going to give... me... in return?"
Brandon looked at her, a little confused still. "Wha... what do you mean?"
Rachel pushed her chair back and stood, looking at him the entire time with a devious smile. She walked around to the front of the desk, slowly unbuttoning her blouse as she sat on the edge of it in front of him. In just a minute, she slid it off her shoulders and set it on the desk.
"Such as... maybe you have some real life MILF porn yourself," she said, smiling at him. God she loved this power over him! Never in a million years had she ever even considered the ability to make a choice like this.
"Ok," he said softly, still unsure.
