Alex Jones knew that something was very wrong when Brenda from HR handed him an envelope. Usually they would flirt outrageously. Not today. Today she avoided meeting his eyes. She seemed like she wanted to get out of the room as soon as she could. Usually as she walked away he would daydream about what he would like to do with the perfect ass that the tight skirts she wore clung to. Not today. For Alex knew very well what he was going to find in the envelope. It had been obvious for a while that the new AI robots were perfectly capable of operating the baggage department of the airline in which he worked without human assistance. Alex had tried for a while not to think about what that meant. But now the day had come. He was about to become unemployed.
He knew that finding a job was going to be difficult. Alex had no education to speak of. He had been a high school football star, but in first year of college he tore up his knee so badly that his football career was over. Without football, college bored him. He dropped out. He was still strong and in good shape, and being a baggage handler had been a natural fit for him. No one had foreseen how rapidly the developments in AI computing and robotics were going to make jobs like his obsolete.
When Alex told his girlfriend that he had lost his job, she took it calmly. That night she was especially attentive to his needs in bed. She took his cock into her mouth and edged him for a long, long time. When he came, she swallowed every drop. When he started to go down on her, she pulled him back up and said with a smile that she was tired and just wanted to go to sleep. She had a big meeting in the morning at the law firm where she worked. She was already gone in the morning when he rolled out of bed at ten. He was only mildly surprised when she blocked his phone number and ghosted him. He remembered thinking that her smile, when she declined cunnilingus, had had a touch of pity in it.
In the next few weeks, Alex blew through his severance pay on drugs, booze and broads. As he suspected, finding a new job with his lack of qualifications was hard. In desperation he took a minimum wage job at a fast food restaurant, which he quickly lost by showing up the first week drunk.
It was a rainy Tuesday when Alex slunk through the door of the welfare office. He took a number and sat on a hard plastic chair, trying not to met the eyes of anyone else waiting. After an hour and a half, an officious bitch with her hair in a bun and glasses perched on the end of her upturned nose deigned to see him. As he sat in her office waiting for her to read his file, he wished his head would stop pounding.
"So, Mr. Jones, I see you have lost not one but two jobs in the last two months. Not a great look."
Alex suppressed an urge to tell her to fuck off. "It is hard to compete with the robots", he mumbled lamely.
"Your former HR supervisor at United Airline, says you are quite the horn dog."
Alex blinked in surprise. "Brenda? I always thought she liked me."
