I am a manager at a local privately owned textile company in MA. I have been lucky, years ago started at the bottom and have worked my way up to head of HR over 20+ years with the company. The owners have always been very good to their employees so the good people have stuck around. Most of the employees have 10+ years service. We have great benefits, 401K and a pension. It's a family feeling in the workplace.
I was getting ready to leave early on a Friday and wanted to avoid 10-15 min walk out stopping and saying good-bye to people as I left so I snuck out a seldom used door and walked around the building to my car. As I turned the corner there were 2 employees smoking a joint! One is a constant discipline problem, the other is a shocker. Mary is a great employee, with 20 years, and never an issue. The worst problem ever with Mary is when she took some extended time a few years ago when getting divorced. Again the company is so close the owner heard and quietly told me to continue paying her and give a month off. This is a totally different story. The company has a Zero Tolerance for drugs because of the heavy machinery. This is an absolute no no. My heart sinks. One my early day is done, and two I have to now fire 2 people. I bark at the 2 of them, and take them upstairs. I put them in different conference rooms and let them stew. The problem employee I have no problem with firing, but Mary is a different story. She has been with us a long time, divorced, her son is in high school and she is close to her pension. As I get upstairs I realize my assistant took advantage of me leaving early and did the same. I hate to admit it has been a long time since I have had to process something like this. I have no idea how to print out all the documents etc.
I go into the problem employees room first (Joe). He immediately starts, "It was her idea. She had the joint. She pressured him to go out there."
I am just not buying it. I advise him, "Go home. We will contact you next week." and I walk out..
I walk into Mary's room and she is sobbing. She is crying, "I am so sorry. Joe was pressuring her. She knew it was wrong. She doesn't know why she did it but she did."
I just look at her sadness in my eyes, "Mary, Mary, Mary. You know there is a zero tolerance and I saw you taking a puff."
She breaks down and wails, "Please, I will do anything!"
I answer, "Yes you will go home and we will call you Monday."
I watched her walk out and think I could do that. Wow where did that come from? Hhmmm. Then I think I really could. If I am going to do this I need to act fast. I grab her file and get her cell phone. I then go online and book a room online with a business hotel on the edge of town.
I pick up the work cell and call her. She is still crying. I tell her, "If you want to keep your job go to the hotel in one hour and knock on the door for room 423. If you don't show I will be contacting you Monday to arrange your exit interview." and I hang up.
I make a quick stop or two on the way and I am in the room, shoes kicked off, stretched out on the bed waiting for a knock.
A few minutes later and there is the knock. I walk to the door and open it. There is Mary, face red from crying trying to look at me but just can't. I stand to the side and ask, "Would you like to come in?"
She stands there staring at me like a deer in the headlights. I reach out and tilt her chin up to look at me, "Come in the room and we can figure out how to save your job & pension or allow this door to close on you in 10 seconds and it's all over."
She half sobs but steps into the room. She is trying to stay as far away from the bed as possible when I walk up behind her and squeeze her ass.
She jumps and yelps. She starts pleading,"Please don't. I will do anything."
"Yes you will, and you will start by taking off your clothes."
She loses all color in her face and again pleads, "There must be something else I can do to save my job?"
"Oh there is, and it starts with you getting naked now."
It takes her a minute and there was nothing sexy about it, but she is now naked. Standing in front of me one hand over her pussy and the other arm covering her nipples.
I tell her, "Get on the bed propped up on the pillows, and stop covering yourself. I want your arms at your side."
She lies there with her legs closed looking horrified. I pull the desk chair right up to the end of the bed so I am looking right up her legs at her. I look her over for a moment and say, "Spread your legs."
She barely opens them so I reach out and spread them wide. I look at her and say, "That is much better, but it's not great. Why don't you play with yourself as we talk."
Her expression changes,. She can't believe the things she is being told to do.
I again tell her, "Play with your clit and finger yourself. I want you good and wet for when I fuck you."
There go the sniffles and sobbing, but she obeys and starts to play with herself.
I hadn't been planning this. I was winging it as I went. While I am watching her play with herself I ask, "Are you familiar with the Twelve Labors of Hercules?" I get a blank look. "Well there are going to be the 20 Labors of Mary to save your job. I labor for each year. Whether that labor is a BJ under my desk at work, or overnight when her ex has her son. She will complete all 20 labors and be free. No saying no. No refusing me. No discussing this with ANYONE. Obey these rules and not only will you be free but hopefully you will enjoy yourself along the way."
All I hear is a small, "Oh God."
"Do you agree Mary?"
A shy meek, "Yes."
"I am sorry Mary I didn't hear you."
A little louder this time, Yes."
"Yes to what Mary? What are you agreeing to? I want to hear you say it."
"Yes I agree to the 20 Labors. Yes I will basically be your slave. I will do as you tell me."
I smile so glad to hear that. I stand up and start undressing asking, "Mary are you wet?"
"No."
"When was the last time you had sex?"
"A few years ago."
I grab her by the arm and position her so her head is at the bottom of the bed, and she is just staring at my dick. It's not huge. Its average length but a tad thick side to side. I reach over to a bag I had and pull out a bottle of lube. I squirt a good amount of her pussy.
I say, "Start fingering yourself to work in the lube. I want to hear your fingers slurping in and out while I listen to you slurping on my dick."
I tap my dick on her lips, and she opens her mouth a tad and I shove myself in. Just far enough to tap the back of her mouth and she bucks so I pull out.
"Don't worry. Practice makes perfect." I tell her and I slide back in.
Slowly I start to fuck her mouth. I notice I am hearing slurping but no fingering. I reach down and with just a little force I tweak and twist a nipple. Best she could do is kind of moan with me in her mouth.
"I told you I want to hear your fingers sliding in and out. Are you dry? Do you need more?" I ask
I reach out and squirt more lube on her pussy, take her hand and start rubbing her with her own hand. After a moment I take my hand away and she keeps rubbing herself. I pull myself out of her mouth and look her in the eye.
I say, "You have about 30 seconds to lube up before I start fucking you. I am betting since you haven't been laid in awhile you are going to want extra lube."
I pick her head up and push it over onto the bed and grab her thigh and pull her hips to me. I have her at the edge of the bed when I decide to add insult to injury. I grab my phone and hit the record button. She freezes.
I go from a wide shot of her fingering herself to a close up of her hairy pussy and back to her face. And ask, "Why is your pussy wet?"
"It's not wet, it's lubed."
I reach down and push 2 fingers into her and pull them out wet with her juices. I rub them together and it's not lube, it's her juices. I reach up and put my fingers in her mouth.
I ask, "Is that lube you taste or your own juices?"
She doesn't answer. I reach down and tweak a nipple again with a little force and ask again as she is trying not to let a peep out in pain.
