"Gordon Electric," said Melanie, picking up the ringing phone. "Okay. Let me write down the address. Yeah. Okay. They'll be there between nine and ten tomorrow morning." Melanie hung up the phone and came into my office with a sheet off a pad. She handed it to me."
"They need the whole house rewired," she said. I told them you'd be there between nine and ten tomorrow morning."
I looked at the note. "Yeah, okay," I said. I put the address in the in-basket on my desk, and went back to figuring out how many switches and outlets I needed to order.
"Are we gonna get together tonight?" asked Melanie, lingering in my office.
"Yeah, sure," I said, "we'll go out for a bite to eat around six."
"And then we'll go up to my place," she finished.
"Right." I started playing with my cock behind the desk, knowing I was gonna get laid tonight. Melanie was a hot fuck. And she really loved my cock. She loved pulling down my zipper, and feeling into my boxer shorts through the fly, and stroking my hot meat until it was real thick and hard, and then she'd work it out through the flyhole. At this point she would get down on her knees in front of me to worship my piece. She would start licking it up and down, working her salivary glands to get her mouth dripping wet, and then clamp her hot jaws around my dick, letting it slide back over her tongue. She would crouch low so that her throat was in a long straight line from her mouth, and she would push on my ass to get me to work my dick past the mouth, way down deep into the hot clutching cavern of her esophagus. She would have liked it if I had shot my whole load down her throat, but I didn't want the evening to be over so quickly. I had a couple of hours of fucking left in me. Then we would get on the bed, and I would plow her hot pussy in every position that had ever been tried by man. She just loved getting fucked, and I was only too happy to oblige her. And she knew very well that secretaries were a dime a dozen, and could easily be replaced. She knew her very livelihood depended on her talented mouth and cunt.
"Okay, you can go." I waved my hand dismissing her from my office and went back to my calculations.
I was a boss who knew how to take good advantage of the employees. Gordon Electric had been my father's company, and he trained me from an early age in everything electric. He knew one day I would take over the company. And of course, being my father's son, I was immediately admitted into the union.
When dad had had enough, he and mom retired to Florida where he could play golf every day. And then the business was mine. Over the last few years I had developed a hiring strategy. I had had several secretaries, whom I kept until I got tired of their cunts, and now it was Melanie. I didn't know how much longer she would last. I was starting to get itchy pants again. Lusting for something new. Of course, she thought we were on the threshold of an engagement, that very soon she was gonna be Mrs. Ernie Gordon. But hell man, no way. I just let her think that for my own convenience. I was used to using people, and it was fun. And it was profitable.
The three guys who worked for me were virtually my slaves. I paid them very little and treated them like shit. Stupid motherfuckers. And there was nothing they could ever do about it. I had it all planned out.
They were all illegal immigrants who wanted to stay in the country. And guess what? They didn't have their green cards. I could pay them whatever I wanted, and treat them however I wanted, and there wasn't diddly shit that they could do about it. And they were all terrific trained electricians. Trained back in the old country by skilled craftsmen.
First there was Paddy from Ireland. He was about thirty-five years old. Real tall with shaggy red hair. He was a big handsome powerful guy, with a hot temper. Those giant paws of his could do the most amazing things with copper wire. I think he was wanted back in Ireland for almost beating his wife to death in a drunken rage when he found out she was screwing the butter maker. I loved to curse him out and watch his delicate white skin flush into a hot pink, as he tried to control his anger, and struggled to keep from beating me, his boss, into a pulp.
Rafael was from the Dominican Republic. About twenty-seven. He was tall too. But lean. And he had a swarthy complexion. There was something shifty about his eyes. I didn't quite trust him. I think he had been running a drug ring on the side back home, and had escaped in the nick of time before the authorities closed in. So he couldn't go back. He was trapped here with me. With me abusing his sorry ass. I say that only figuratively. My abuse was strictly emotional. I loved to watch his handsome face try to remain impassive as I was telling him what a stupid fuck he was, that he had shit for brains, and everything he did was lousy. None of this was true, but it was my way of keeping him under control. Letting him know who was boss. Me.
The third member of my beloved little trio was Dmitri. The same age as Paddy. He had come over from mother Russia, and was on the hideout from the Russian mob after he had tried but failed to take over a department store conglomerate in Moscow. His ass was grass if the mob ever found it. Of course I had no intention of turning him over to the mob, but I made sure he didn't know that. He was a big hairy Russian bear. The biggest of the three. I think six foot six. And he was covered from head to foot with thick curly black hair. I think under all that beard was a handsome face. But who would ever know? Still, when he smiled, and those strong white teeth gleamed at you, you sort of got the idea that he was irresistible to the ladies.
I got on the loud speaker and called the three of them into my office from the factory, where they had been rewiring a snazzy red Mercedes which was now blue, and which had come into my possession in a strange way a couple of weeks ago, but you don't need to know about that.
They shuffled in and stood there in front of my desk, looking at me with those stupid hangdog expressions. I told them about the job we had for the next morning, and that they were to meet me here at eight thirty and we would go in the truck. They didn't answer. They didn't say a word. They just looked at me. And when they saw I was finished, they shuffled back out. Stupid shits.
After work I took Melanie out for hamburgers at the diner. Then we went to her apartment and did the whole bit, with her digging my cock out through my boxer fly and going way down on it. Then, of course, we got on the bed and I pussyfucked the bitch upside and downside and all around side. Then I pulled out.
"Aren't you gonna come?" she asked in surprise.
"Oh, I'm gonna come all right," I told her. I'm gonna give you a hot shot up your ass."
"Oh, no," she refused, shaking her head. She pushed me away, and hit at me as I grabbed her.
"Oh, yes," I insisted, slapping the bitch across the face. "Tonight you're gonna take it up the ass."
She started to cry, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I flipped her over and climbed on top and began digging the point of my angry cock into her virgin butthole. She kept crying all the time I slammed in and out of her, and she was still crying when I released my hot load up her back channel. I pulled out and went into the bathroom to wash up. I got dressed and as I was heading out the door, I turned to her sobbing form on the bed. "Be in the office by eight thirty," I advised her. She looked at me tearfully and I pulled the door shut. Women are such pussies. She gets hysterical over a little anal action. Nobody hated having anything in their ass more than me, but I wouldn't be lying there crying over it. And it was a real good way to show her who was 'boss'.
The next morning, she's sitting primly at her desk, like nothing ever happened the night before. I saw Paddy coming toward my office.
"Paddy, you big dumb shit. Get the fuck into my office," I called. He slumped in and stood before my desk. "Sit down, asshole," I said, pointing toward one of the small straight back chairs. He sat down on it uncomfortably. He was much too big for it. "Where are the others?" I asked.
"How should I know?" he asked.
"Don't fuckin' get high and mighty with me, or I'll fire your ass and turn you into the authorities. Got that?" I asked pugnaciously.
"Yeah. I got it," he said, smiling grimly. I didn't know what he had to smile about.
Next came Rafael, the lamentable Latin. "Buenos Dias, estupido," I said to him. (Good morning, stupid.) I had learned that in high school.
