“No Fuck you! Get the hell out of here Renee!”
“I didn’t like working here anyway, Craig!”
I stormed from behind the counter of the coffee shop and pulled at the strings of my apron. I pull and pull but there’s a knot in the tie and I growl with frustration. Great timing. I pull the top of the apron over my head and put the remainder down my body and step out from it. I angrily pick it up from the floor and launch it over the counter at Craig. He has his arms crossed over his humongous stomach and has the cover his face before the apron hits him. He points his stubby finger towards the door and I can feel my face heat up in front of all of the customers. I turn up my face and give him both of my middle fingers before turning to leave. I pick up my duffle bag from the floor and storm towards the door. Everyone is staring and I give them the evil eye. The door opens and a man in a ridiculously expensive suit comes in and holds the door for me. Instead of saying thank you, I say: “what the hell are you gawking at?” And proceed out the door. My heart is pounding and I’m hurting inside because I really loved that job. It’s a shame that they had a pervert running the place. Craig has tried to sleep with me since I started that job and now that I finally called him out, I’m fired. Well, fuck them and fuck that job.
“Yes… That’s a good girl. More… deeper…. That’s it.”
I’m supposed to be in a meeting right now, but I had to call in Trixie for an emergency blow job. That woman at the coffee shop had my blood boiling. It took everything in me not to grab her by the neck and tell her to mind her fucking manners. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. My first meeting ran over and I needed a cup of coffee. That was the closest place on the way back to the office. I was confounded when she looked me in the eye and spoke to me like that. No one talks to me that way and if they do, they will never speak that way again. I had so much rage in me that I had to call in reinforcements. It’s either sexual release or beating the crap out of someone. Since I don’t have anyone to pound on, I called Trixie. She knows to stay available for me. I make it worth her while. She hasn’t worked in at least two years being on call for me. Plus, her skin turns a delicious shade of red when I’m finished with her and I love it. It calms the beast in me to see my marks on skin.
As she’s sucking away, all I can picture is the fire in that woman’s eyes. I need to be the one to put that fire out. Just thinking about how I would do it makes me cum hard. I grab Trixie’s hair and pull her further down on my dick and watch her struggle to breathe. Only when I release down her throat, do I let her go. She falls backwards onto her butt gasping for air.
She stares at me in astonishment and gathers her clothes quickly. She knows better than to talk back.
I tuck myself back in my pants and pick up the phone.
“Phil. I need you to find someone for me.”
Your time is coming, firefly.