Susan's first job was working for a powerful, wealthy, albeit perverted, black man.
Oblivious to the horde of Christmas shoppers in his store below and with the music of Nat King Cole's Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire playing so much like elevator Muzak in the background of his private office, Eustace Johnson, a big, black man, had enough of his new, white secretary. She was bad. She was no good. She couldn't follow simple instructions. She made too many mistakes and now she must be punished.
"Go stand at my desk, put your feet shoulder width apart, bend at the waist, and put your elbows, along with your palms down flat on my desk."
The first time she heard him say that, she didn't quite understand what he wanted her to do. Then, when she understood what he wanted her to do, she couldn't believe what he wanted her to do. Yet, she was submissive enough to obey him without question. He was her boss, after all, the man who signed her weekly paycheck.
Even though her skirt was in place and he couldn't see her panty, with her ass sticking straight out in the air like that, she still felt exposed and vulnerable. She knew he was a pervert and she knew, no doubt, that he was staring at her sweet, round, firm ass. With the thought of him finally taking her, forcing her to have hot sex with him, she was excited that he was finally going to fuck her but, then, when he didn't and when he...
"Ow!" He slapped her again, only this time harder. "Oh!"
The first time he spanked her, he hit her with ten, hard wallops from his open hand. He slapped her ass hard enough through her skirt and through her panty, that when she checked herself in the ladies room, he left big, red welts. Her proof that he loved her.
She was shocked but, surprisingly, terribly excited that he cared enough about her to spank her. No one, not even her parents, had ever spanked her before. A bittersweet moment, she had no idea that a spanking could hurt and excite her, as much, at the same time.
"Do it again," she wanted to say, but didn't. "Fuck me now that I'm so hot for you, Eustace," she thought but without saying that either.
Now that this big, black man had spanked her sweet ass, she was so sexually aroused by his big, black hand on her round, white ass that she would have sucked and fucked his big, black cock right there in his office. All she could think of was having hot sex with this black man. Old enough to be her father, she had never had sex with an older man, just as she had never had sex with a black man before, but she wanted to now.
Now that I told you not quite how it ended, let's go back to the beginning so that I can tell you how it started, five years before.
Johnson's was a well known women's, retail, clothing chain that had stores in nearly every state, from the late forties to the late nineties when, after the high flying eighties, the economy fell in a deep recession. It was hard times for most, even for the Johnson clothing chain. Immediately after Christmas, in 1997, they were bought out by a much larger department store chain. A lucky break and a golden parachute for Eustace Johnson, the buyout was his way to disassociate and disenfranchise himself from his floundering business, before having to go through the embarrassment of bankruptcy.
Twenty-two years before the sale of his stores, Eustace Johnson was the sole owner, after his father, Earl, left him the business, when he died in 1975. Back then, it was a one store business his Dad started in Detroit, Michigan, just after the war, in 1948, with the five thousand dollars he had saved. Having his own business was a big deal to Eustace's Dad and he was so proud of his women's clothing store that the entire family worked there after school and every summer.
It was good times and happy days then and Detroit was a good place to start a women's retail clothing store. The car factories were turning out new cars and Detroit, along with Flint and Dearborn Michigan were the places to live cheaply, afford a house, and live the good life. Only ten years after a world war, with I Love Lucy and Cid Caesar making everyone laugh, people were happy that the war was over and that they could afford a television.
Fifty-two years after the war later, with more than 300 stores, Eustace sold his shares in the company for a lot of money, three quarters of a billion dollars, and was now very wealthy. Yet, our story begins five years before Eustace Johnson sold his company. It was during his busiest season, the day after Thanksgiving, black Friday, of 1992, a time when retail stores made the most of their yearly revenues in a mere six week period.
Susan had been looking for work without success, since she graduated from college in June. Jobs were hard to find, especially a job in her field of study and especially for someone without experience. The boom that happened in the United States in the fifties with plenty of jobs for everyone, was now being broadened to embrace a global market, one that promised union busting cheaper labor and long-term unemployment for those that worked at manufacturing jobs that suddenly disappeared overseas.
It wasn't that long ago when company recruiters came on campus soliciting talented college seniors, those bright stars, who were about to graduate, to offer them high paying jobs with big starting bonuses. Back then, before computers, cable TV, and cell phones, just a high school diploma was enough to get a good paying job. Not anymore. Now, with the Internet making the world smaller, you needed a college degree and sometimes a master's degree to barely make more than minimum wage.
Times changed with free trade and the global economy, and now, with American companies intent on making American labor more competitive by outsourcing higher paying manufacturing jobs for the higher profitability of third world labor, salaries no longer kept up with inflation. With retirement programs replaced by employee funded 401K's and 100% health insurance subsidized by half by employees, and overtime gone with part-time jobs instead of full-time jobs, employers expected employees to work much more for a lot less.
With McDonalds, Dunkin Donuts, and Starbucks on every corner, with one stop shopping of chain hardware and retail stores selling goods made in countries that most Americans never knew existed, America was slowly becoming a service economy rather than a manufacturing one. After taking on high five figure student loans, college graduates were lucky to get part-time internships paying nothing or paying minimum wage.
Johnson's was looking for a secretary in their corporate office. Susan applied for the job and was hired on the spot. Scheduled to start the very next day, finally, a job and with a month until Christmas, at least, she'll have made some money to afford to buy her family Christmas gifts this year. A poor college student for the past four years, she thought it was going to be another lean holiday season, but opportunities were suddenly presenting themselves to her, such as this job. She was happy to find a job, but to find a job in her field of study and be paid a decent salary was a dream come true.
A tall, stern, and imposing man, Susan didn't meet Mr. Johnson, until the day she started work. Human Resources didn't tell her she'd be working for the big boss, even they didn't know the sudden change of plan. Scheduled to be the secretary to some middle manager, a serendipitous first meeting in the elevator, changed the best made plans, when Eustace Johnson first laid eyes on her.
She had no idea what was in store for her working for Eustace Johnson at Johnson's Clothing Store. She was shocked that her employer, a 40-something-year-old the man with his name holding up the building, was her boss. She figured she'd be just another secretary in the secretarial pool working her nine to five job with a half an hour for lunch.
