When the strike was over, Andy knew nothing would be the same in the shop. For 5 years, he had worked closely with the three women and built up a successful outlet selling clothes to a wide range of customers. The shop's success was as much down to the women as it was down to him. Sure, he'd brought better organisation, better accounting and stock control, but it was the 3 women on the shop floor who made the tills sing. And Andy knew that.
The strike had started in Head Office over a badly handled disciplinary incident and quickly spread. In no time at all, the Union had balloted its members and the disastrous strike followed. The customers started shopping elsewhere and sales were down. Now he had to make one of 'his women' redundant.
Office procedures guided Andy about how to go about the selection. It had to Julie, last in first out. She of the jet black hair, Spanish good looks, and breasts that burst from her usual low cut T-shirt, or out of her tightly fitted blouse. Andy sighed. He never knew whether to leer at the occasional glimpses of lacy bra and breast or whether to look up her skirt at the stocking clad legs. He could jerk off just thinking about Julie.
Now she was sat opposite him and he had to sack her.
"Julie, you know why I've called you in don't you."
"No," replied Julie, smiling at Andy, "But I can guess that it's not to ogle me again."
Andy frowned, surprised; Julie's response was not what he expected.
"Oh, come on Andy. You don't honestly think that we hadn't noticed. I'll give you your due, you looked and never touched. You're very restrained."
"I think you've got the wrong end of the stick Julie. Of course I notice attractive women but …but …"
"'But' all you like. I bet you dream of having me don't you."
"Julie," replied Andy, desperately trying to regain composure and control of the conversation, "I'm a happily married man."
And then his voice trailed off. Julie had unbuttoned her blouse to expose her black, lacy bra cradling her voluptuous tits. Her skirt was rising quickly over her thighs as she slid down into the chair. Andy gulped as he saw the first glimpses of her panties between her spreading legs. Her black bushy hair showing through the translucent silk.
"Oh my god, you can't do that," Andy stammered.
"No? Well how about this then?"
And with that, Julie came around the desk, knelt down on her knees, and grabbed at his crotch.
"And this," Julie unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Her sharp red nails causing him to wince.
He was paralysed.
"Is this the sort of persuading you need to keep me on?" Julie asked huskily.
Andy was awe struck. Julie bent her head forward. Slowly and deliberately, she parted her ruby red lips and took his cock in her mouth.
"Oh my God."
"Let's see how far down I can make a lipstick mark. The further I go, the more you keep me in a job."
Julie gobbled almost all his cock on her mouth and squeezed her lips tight around him. Pulling back, she surveyed the lipstick ring almost at the base of his cock.
"Oh, sir, you must be bigger than I thought. I can't quite touch base," she laughed devilishly.
Andy was transfixed, still trying to come to terms with the sudden change to Julie. Her tongue danced over the top of his erect cock, gently swishing the pre-cum and taking it into her mouth. Her hands started a rhythmic stroking of his cock. Her mouth stayed tightly closed, encasing his head. He could feel her tongue bringing the tingling sensation that he so loved. His wife took him this way from time to time but never let him cum in her mouth or even over her face. And he was too much the gentleman to take advantage of his wife.
