Chapter 1
Desmond entered
the office without knocking, sauntered to the chair and sat down
without waiting to be asked. His arm hooked casually over the back
of the chair and he crossed his legs in a lounging sprawl of
comfort.
"I've been
watching you," Kathleen said evenly, unimpressed by his Caribbean
style, laid-back defiance. She lifted the manila folder from the
desk and rested it on her knee; she was about to speak again when
he interjected.
"I know," he
said, his wide eyes flashing confidence and rebelliousness. "I've
been watching you too."
She was
unruffled; Kathleen slowly closed the folder and placed it back on
the desk, her stare directly at him.
"You’re a cocky
one aren’t you?"
He grinned to
show his brilliant white teeth as a flashing smile, "All us blacks
are," he said and chuckled at his own quip.
Again Kathleen
was unimpressed by his innuendo, "Perhaps," she said, deliberately
emphasising a tone of disbelief and then said, "Your position in
the warehouse is under review, you know that don't you? You know
also that your work record to date is less than adequate."
He simply
shrugged his shoulders and looked toward the window.
"Look at me!"
she snapped angrily.
He seemed
somewhat shocked at her outburst and complied, displaying though
his great reluctance as he did so.
Kathleen leaned
forward to rest her elbows on the desk in a deliberately slow and
precise manner. Her tone when she spoke again was firm and full of
threat, "Listen, you little shit," she hissed through clenched
teeth. "Your casual attitudes and ways might impress some people -
but certainly not me."
She sat back
holding his icy stare.
"So?" he
provoked.
She contained
her rage. In the personnel office she was in charge but had little
other than dismissal to back up her authority - so very different
to her private life. Kathleen stood up slowly, pushing her chest
out to emphasise the thrust of her breasts against the thin white
material of her blouse. She rolled her hips as she walked around
the desk, aware of his leering gaze on her upper thighs as they
moved beneath her tight grey skirt. She moved to the side of his
chair, stooping to bring her face down close to his ear. Kathleen
paused there, sensing his nervousness now beneath his brash
exterior.
"You are a
worthless little shit that impresses me not one tiny bit with your
'cool' attitudes. The message is simple - shape up or ship
out."
He sat
dumbstruck.
"In your own
jargon, do the bizz or get the fuck out - understand?"
He nodded
silently and sat upright in the chair with his hands on his knees,
a little scolded boy with a hangdog expression on his face.
Control over
him had been established, her nipples hardened to erection and
Kathleen felt that familiar gripping deep in her vulva. She walked
back to the front of her desk and turned to face him, leaning back
to rest her buttocks on the edge and stretching her long legs out
lazily. A powerful surge shot through her as she displayed her body
to him. The way his greedy eyes roamed her from head to foot,
lingering on her thighs and breasts before travelling over the rest
of her slender frame. She remained silent for a few moments,
allowing him to view and to lust for something that he simply could
not have.
"You will, as
from today, change your attitudes to both management and your
fellow workers. Your work rate will improve as will your attendance
and lateness record - is that clear?"
He nodded at
first and then shook his head, his voice one of hesitancy and
confusion, "I don't really know what to do or say how to change. I
need help."
She stood up
and smoothed her hands down over her hips for effect, "If you need
additional training here at work then it will be provided for you.
If you need further advice....private guidance perhaps...."She,
paused for effect, turning and walking back behind her desk,
pausing again as she sat before crossing her legs."That would have
to be in our own time and outside any company
Desmond entered
the office without knocking, sauntered to the chair and sat down
without waiting to be asked. His arm hooked casually over the back
of the chair and he crossed his legs in a lounging sprawl of
comfort.
"I've been
watching you," Kathleen said evenly, unimpressed by his Caribbean
style, laid-back defiance. She lifted the manila folder from the
desk and rested it on her knee; she was about to speak again when
he interjected.
"I know," he
said, his wide eyes flashing confidence and rebelliousness. "I've
been watching you too."
She was
unruffled; Kathleen slowly closed the folder and placed it back on
the desk, her stare directly at him.
"You’re a cocky
one aren’t you?"
He grinned to
show his brilliant white teeth as a flashing smile, "All us blacks
are," he said and chuckled at his own quip.
Again Kathleen
was unimpressed by his innuendo, "Perhaps," she said, deliberately
emphasising a tone of disbelief and then said, "Your position in
the warehouse is under review, you know that don't you? You know
also that your work record to date is less than adequate."
He simply
shrugged his shoulders and looked toward the window.
"Look at me!"
she snapped angrily.
He seemed
somewhat shocked at her outburst and complied, displaying though
his great reluctance as he did so.
Kathleen leaned
forward to rest her elbows on the desk in a deliberately slow and
precise manner. Her tone when she spoke again was firm and full of
threat, "Listen, you little shit," she hissed through clenched
teeth. "Your casual attitudes and ways might impress some people -
but certainly not me."
She sat back
holding his icy stare.
"So?" he
provoked.
She contained
her rage. In the personnel office she was in charge but had little
other than dismissal to back up her authority - so very different
to her private life. Kathleen stood up slowly, pushing her chest
out to emphasise the thrust of her breasts against the thin white
material of her blouse. She rolled her hips as she walked around
the desk, aware of his leering gaze on her upper thighs as they
moved beneath her tight grey skirt. She moved to the side of his
chair, stooping to bring her face down close to his ear. Kathleen
paused there, sensing his nervousness now beneath his brash
exterior.
"You are a
worthless little shit that impresses me not one tiny bit with your
'cool' attitudes. The message is simple - shape up or ship
out."
He sat
dumbstruck.
"In your own
jargon, do the bizz or get the fuck out - understand?"
He nodded
silently and sat upright in the chair with his hands on his knees,
a little scolded boy with a hangdog expression on his face.
Control over
him had been established, her nipples hardened to erection and
Kathleen felt that familiar gripping deep in her vulva. She walked
back to the front of her desk and turned to face him, leaning back
to rest her buttocks on the edge and stretching her long legs out
lazily. A powerful surge shot through her as she displayed her body
to him. The way his greedy eyes roamed her from head to foot,
lingering on her thighs and breasts before travelling over the rest
of her slender frame. She remained silent for a few moments,
allowing him to view and to lust for something that he simply could
not have.
"You will, as
from today, change your attitudes to both management and your
fellow workers. Your work rate will improve as will your attendance
and lateness record - is that clear?"
He nodded at
first and then shook his head, his voice one of hesitancy and
confusion, "I don't really know what to do or say how to change. I
need help."
She stood up
and smoothed her hands down over her hips for effect, "If you need
additional training here at work then it will be provided for you.
If you need further advice....private guidance perhaps...."She,
paused for effect, turning and walking back behind her desk,
pausing again as she sat before crossing her legs."That would have
to be in our own time and outside any company
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