“Fuck for Your Job”
Smashwords edition
Copyright 2012 by Toby Graham
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is coincidental.
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“Fuck for Your Job”
It wasn't that Victoria didn't like the guy. On the contrary, she appreciated his unrelenting enthusiasm and energy. He wasn't bad to look at, either: He had hit the genetic lottery and was blessed with olive skin, soulfully dark eyes and a naturally muscular build. He liked to show off that last one, often removing his shirt to do various duties around the warehouse even when it was a little too cold to be doing so. Victoria especially liked those days, watching him wander to and fro, the small nipples on his tight chest standing at full attention. More than a few times she thought about what it might be like to corner him, push him against a stack of crates in the back after everyone else had left and let her hands do the talking. She thought about how that chest would feel under her curious fingers, how he might shudder with pleasure as she ran circles with her tongue around each of those pert nipples.
Sitting in her office overlooking the warehouse floor, she had to stop herself from getting sidetracked again. She prided herself on running a tight ship, and there was no room for fantasy. Still, she couldn't help but notice her underwear had gotten just a little damp at the thought of him. It made it all the more difficult to do what she had to do.
It wasn't that she didn't like the guy; it was that he was truly awful at his job. He only ever got the gig in the first place because of a family member who used to work in corporate and had long since left the company, but somehow the sense of entitlement stuck with him. Frequently he would either botch or completely disobey orders, causing Victoria no small amount of stress over the past few weeks as these numerous screw-ups led to her having some uncomfortable conversations with her bosses over what to do. She had promised them at the time that she could turn him around. His continued failure made her look like a fool.
So it was that she sat here, waiting in her office after work hours for the meeting she scheduled with him. She wanted to talk to him after everyone else had already left for the day so as not to embarrass the guy, but she had to pull the trigger. He couldn't continue working here. From her office window she could see down below into the warehouse, where he was just finishing up moving some small piles of shipment she asked him to move a few days prior. He was shirtless, of course. She leaned into the PA speaker microphone.
“Mike?” she said. Especially with nobody else making noise around the place, the loudspeaker tended to boom and reverberate off the walls. She could see him look up toward her office window. “Time for our meeting. Can I see you in my office, please?”
She reclined in her seat, wondering how this meeting might go. It was no secret Mike lusted after Victoria, and so it had been pretty easy giving him tough talks in the past. He wasn't a pig by any stretch of the imagination, but subtle as he was about it Victoria would still catch him running his eyes over her features when he thought she wasn't looking. To an extent she had even goaded it on, leaving the top few buttons of her business shirts open or occasionally using suggestive language. As he got worse and worse at his job, she'd take pride in inviting him up to her office to talk then reducing him to a horny mess. She'd dismiss him right at the height of things, laughing on the inside as he would sheepishly try to hide his erection on the way out of her office. The power she held over him was intoxicating, and while she knew it was wrong to play with it the way she did, sometimes she just couldn't help herself. Again, she noticed her panties growing damp. There was a knock at her office door.