Damn it! Everyone in this office does the same thing,
Stephen Morris thought to himself.
Stephen felt like he was being singled out. As he sat in front of his supervisor's desk, listening to her rattle off all the various reasons for why she had submitted papers to H.R. for them to review the conditions of his future at this company. It was particularly chaffing due to the nature of the reason why she wanted him terminated.
For a while now, Stephen had been looking up sites portraying dominant black men and feminization of white men. He truly saw himself as straight, and his fiancé enjoyed playing with Stephen while he was playing sissy. He figured the fantasies he had of submitting to a black man as nothing more than a fetish. He hadn't shared that particular fetish with anyone.
Stephen had taken to downloading stories and photos he found especially titillating. About a month ago a worm was contained in a downloaded file that contained a worm that copied and sent the account information for 30,000 of his company's customers to an unknown hacker. A security consulting firm was brought in and everyone had been walking on eggshells as they investigated which employee downloaded the offending file. It was soon found that at least 60 employees had been using the company's internet to peruse unauthorized sites on company time. Within the first two weeks, many of his coworkers had been terminated in an effort by his company to save face. He figured he was in the clear as the investigation dragged on for what was now a month-and-a-half with no further word.
Now he sat in front of his supervisor, Ms. Anne Gilbert: a tired-looking, unsmiling, known spinster who looked ten years older than her forty-two. Her demeanor had always rubbed Stephen the wrong way. There was no way in hell she could do half the work load of her least competent employee, and yet she always managed to look put upon whenever you asked her for any help that would fall within the range of her responsibility.
"...and wait for H.R. to call you," finished Anne.
Stephen snapped out of his revelry, "I'm sorry, what?"
With that all too familiar bored and frustrated look on her face, Anne sighed, "I've processed your paper work to H.R. Please, return to your desk and wait for them to call you."
Stephen just quietly got up and returned to his desk. He knew what would happen next: H.R. would call with his supervisor in conference and he'd be advised that he had been terminated.
Shit! What the hell am I going to do,
He worried.
He was planning to marry his fiancé this summer and had just bought her the engagement ring. Add to that the fact that the economy was in one of the biggest downturns in anyone's memory and another job possibility seemed a dubious possibility.
Stephen's mind raced; there, seated at his desk and thinking about what the future probably held, he felt like he was falling in to a bottomless pit. Suddenly, he felt the need to throw up. He almost knock the wall of his cubicle off it's hinges as he dashed in to the restroom, barely reaching the sink before evacuating the contents of his stomach.
He broke down and started crying. All his plans for the future were now dashed or at least put on an indefinite hold because of a few silly files. "What am I going to do," He kept repeating to himself. He hadn't even noticed the audience to the little spectacle he had acquired until he looked up at himself in the mirror. There, dress smartly in a double-breasted shark skin suit, stood the head of the consulting team brought in by the company who his fellow co-workers nick-named The Bull, Taurus Marduk.
Taurus recognized Stephen as soon as he exited the stall he occupied from the file his P.A. Gwen had brought to his attention as he watched him sniveling in to the sink he had just puked.
Pathetic,
he thought to himself; then remembering the contents of Stephen's file, he smiled inwardly,
and then again, what else should be expected of such a sissy faggot. Not a bad ass, though.
As Taurus stood pondering the sad profile Stephen's little self pity scene, Stephen looked in the mirror and saw Taurus looking on in disgust. He turned with a start, "what the fuck are you looking at," Stephen yelled.
Taurus just narrowed his eyes, "do you want to take a moment to compose yourself and try that again" he asked with a cool detachment.
Stephen suddenly came to his senses, realizing that he was confronting a man who was easily at least a foot taller than him and could still be describe as big-for-his-size. Turning back to face the mirror, "No sir," he caught himself, "I... it's just... I'm sorry."
"Wow that was a quick turn around. You don't really have any balls at all do you?"
Stephen bit his tongue. Taurus went up the sink next and washed his hands. Stephen just stood there dumbly as Taurus dried off. Looking at the mess Stephen left it the sink, Taurus said, "take care not to clog the drain," as he reached over and turned Stephen's faucet on high so that water and puke splashed up on to Stephen's lap. "Oh, come on," he yelped as he jumped back.
Taurus just smirked as he passed Stephen on his way out, "might want to clean up your self, as well."
Stephen could swear he heard him say "pussy" just as the door closed.
Fifteen minutes Stephen had finally got his pants to where they looked clean.
With any luck, no one will notice the smell.
When Stephen got back to the floor, he felt another kick in the gut as he that head hunter's Amazon P.A., Gwen Lee hovering over his desk. As he walked up, she lean forward and shook his hand. "Good afternoon, Mr. Morris."
Stephen was sure he noticed her grimace as if she smelled the vomit on his pants. "Hello," he stammered as he look up at her, thinking,
this bitch has got to be 6' 3" if she's an inch.
"How can I help you?"
Gwen smiled on broad, personable smile that reminded him that his neck was dangerously vulnerable. "I come to hand you this," handing him a sheet of paper, neatly folded in to thirds. Stephen opened it and found that it was indeed his letter of termination, stating that he had participated in action that caused damage to the reputation and monetary health of the company. He leaned back on the edge of what had been until that instant his desk to brace himself. He felt as if his legs were going to give way beneath him.
As if she neither noticed nor cared about Stephen's current state she continued, "I've also been instructed to inform you that your presence is required in Mr. Marduk's office suite at the Hilton."
"Required?! What? What more can you do to me? I'm done! There's nothing left for me here. But at least I don't have to deal with this bullshit anymore." Stephen was now yelling. Heads of his former co-workers could be seen popping over and around cubicle walls throughout the office floor.
An annoyed Gwen leaned in and very calmly and quietly stated, "You will calm down now, or you will have thoroughly ruined your life. If you don't accompany me to Mr. Murduk's office right now, we have evidence that the computer to which the pilfered information was yours. We're offering you an opportunity to not be prosecuted for information piracy. This offer terminates if I hear one more or less syllable out of your mouth other than 'Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry for making a scene, Ma'am,' within three seconds of my finishing this sentence."
Stephen looked in to Gwen's hazel eyes for any sign she was bluffing. Her face with its strong cheek bones was framed by her wavy bangs. She towered over him; her stature was made even more imposing by her large DD breasts and her hour glass figure, flaring out in curvy feminine hips that tapered in to long sexy legs. She was dressed in a red power suit with a matching tapered skirt. She gave absolutely no tells to indicate that she had any other intention than to do as she indicated. "You're running out of time," she said, interrupting his thought, "3... 2..."
"Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry for making a scene Ma'am," Stephen blurted out just a bit too loudly.
Gwen's demeanor instantly shifted, "Good," she smiled and curtseyed slightly, a light, happy lilt entering her voice, "Excellent! Thank you, for your cooperation."
She then turned on her heals, "Please accompany me, then."
Stephen was left stunned, meekly following this woman as if he were an idiot.
What the hell am I doing? He pondered, there's no such evidence. The only thing I may have done wrong is downloaded a little porn. Hell, the files I downloaded may not have even contained with the worm. I sure as hell didn't steal any information.
Gwen led Stephen off the office floor. As he followed he was rewarded with the spectacle of Gwen's hips softly swaying. Of course, currently lost to self pity and indignation of being falsely accused, this did little to change the dour expression on his face. All he wanted was to clear up this misunderstanding and then to figure out how he was going to build his life back up now that he was unemployed.
Upon reaching the elevator Gwen stopped. Stephen barely broke from his revelry in time to avoid running in to her. With the same grace with which she seemed to do everything, she daintily hit the call button for the elevator. In a few moments the doors opened and Gwen and Stephen entered the unoccupied elevator. Gwen hit the "B1" button.
"I'm parked on level 'B3'," advised Stephen, "I'll just collect my car and meet you in the gas station lot across the street."
"Oh, don't worry about that: I'm driving you to the meeting in my car." She replied matter-of-factly with that Californian accent of hers.
"There's no need for that. I can drive myself"
"Be that as it may, my instructions were to drive you the meeting. No other option was indicated, so I'll allow for no other action. Of course it's entirely up to you. If you refuse to come with me to the meeting I'll just have to report back that you chose not to attend and Mr. Marduk will determine his next course accordingly."
"God damn it!" Stephen snapped, "Why do I even have to attend this meeting. I've done nothing wrong. Well, okay, yes I downloaded a little porn. But I know for a fact that I didn't purposely hack the system. There has to be some mistake!"
