By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Karson and I were supposed to go out to dinner, but he got called into work. Some of his employees had been caught drinking on the job, and he didn’t want to wait until the morning to address the issue. He apologized as we drove to the job site, but I didn’t mind. It was fun for me to see where he was all day. Plus, I didn’t know his employees would be getting their revenge by using me.
We arrived, and it was clear everyone was nervous. Karson is a big, evil man who doesn’t tolerate rule-breaking from his employees or me. I could feel the men looking at my body as we walked past them to the office. My skirt barely covered my ass, and my fat tits were spilling from my v-neck. We were supposed to be clubbing, not terminating contracts. I would never intentionally dress this slutty in front of his employees, but, here we were.
Revenge
In his office, I stood near the side of his desk as he sat and pulled up the camera feed. There the two men were, tipping back bottles. “Fuck,” Karson slammed a fist on the desk and used the intercom to call them to his office. They arrived quickly and looked at me with hungry eyes. Almost as if they forgot they were here to get fired. “It’s on camera, boys. My hands are tied. I’ve got to let you go.”
“Boss, come on. It’s not that big of a deal. It isn’t like we’re trashed!” One of the two spoke up in defense. Karson laughed a loud wicked laugh that made my pussy throb and my heart race. He was mad!
“It is a big deal! We deal with heavy machinery, and I can’t have anyone impaired! Do you want us to get sued? Pack your stuff and get the fuck out.” He looked away from them and at the computer. Dismissing them without a second thought. They left, and I stood still, watching Karson fume.
No Limits after termination
“Krysta, I’m sorry. Now that I’ve had to fire them, I have to fill out the log. Can you run to the car and get the folder from my console.” I nodded and scurried out of the office. Hoping the sooner I got his folder, the faster we could get back to our date.
The parking lot was dark and uneven as I hurried, tripping once in my heels. Finally, I got to the car, unlocked it then bent inside. That’s when I heard them. “There’s his little slut. Let’s fuck her for revenge since her bastard boyfriend won’t give us a severance package.”
I screamed, but one of them shoved my face into the front seat. My cheek was against the leather as the other one ripped open the passenger door and crawled inside while unzipping his pants. “Lift her a little; I wanna see how good her mouth feels.”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410