Fictional story.
Special thanks to "Blackstallion21" for his help editing.
CHAPTER 1
"It's 1:15 you're late again" he said. "What part of having a lunch hour between 12 and 1 don't you understand?"
Mary was near tears; nothing had gone right today, now she was being berated for getting back late.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Anderson" she said, "I got confused downtown again and missed my turn."
"Don't give me your excuses" he says, "I've had about all of them I can take." He waves a file in her face. "These reports are all wrong again, someone is going to have to stay late tonight and fix them. Tell me, who do think that will be?"
Oh no not tonight Mary thought, Mark was coming into town and she hadn't seen him in almost a month.
"Mr. Anderson" she cried, "I have plans for tonight, couldn't you get someone else to do it this one time?"
"Why should someone else have to fix your mistakes?" he asked. "Maybe this job is just too much for you and I should find somebody more competent."
"Please Mr. Anderson don't fire me. I really need this job, isn't there something I can do? I will work tonight and fix the reports" she says. "I won't be late anymore and I'll be much more careful with my work."
"You really think it's that simple?" he asked her, "Everyone in the office has been picking up your slack for the last month. I swear I don't know where your head is at with all the screw-ups you've done lately."
Near tears Mary begs him, "Please Mr. Anderson don't fire me. Give me a chance to improve; I'll do anything if you'll just give me another chance."
"I don't know Mary; it just isn't fair to everyone else. You cause more work for them and bring our productivity down. Come to my office after work, in the meantime I will talk to the rest of the group and get their opinions."
At 21, Mary had thought she had all. 5 ft. 2 in. tall and 116 pounds, her breasts were perky 36 Cs that turned upward. Her nipples look like erasers trying to break through her usual tight tops. Her waist was only 22 inches that flared to rounded 34 inch hips. Her ass was a heart shaped beauty that she enhanced by wearing tight fitting slacks or skirts. With skin that was pale and blemish free, Mary appeared to never have sunbathed, giving her virtually no tan lines. Green eyes the color of emeralds looked out from a head full of curly fire red hair that fell just below the shoulders.
Mary had met her boyfriend Mark four months before at a nightclub. They had been sexually active for the last three months. Mark worked for a large company and travel around the country doing sales calls which made their time together so precious.
The rest of the afternoon crawled past as Mary worried and struggled to correct the errors in her report. Mr. Anderson was right she thought, this is incompetent work, how could she possibly have made so many errors? As 5:00 approached Mary knew she was in for a long night.
Mary hoped that Mark would understand and forgive her for not making their date tonight. Damn it she thought, what I need is a good screwing. If she couldn't connect with Mark tonight who knew when the next opportunity might be.
Startled out of her daydreams by her co-workers getting ready to go home, Mary tried to find the courage she needed to face Mr. Anderson. As she walked down the hallway to Mr. Anderson's office she could feel the eyes of her co-workers burning into her, as if they already knew what her fate was.
Mary gently knocked on Mr. Anderson's door and waited for a response. Maybe he had stepped out or forgotten about her she thought.
"Come in" she hears him snap. As Mary entered his office she thinks, well his mood hasn't improved any.
Mr. Anderson purposely ignored Mary for a good five minutes as she stood waiting to hear his decision. He had to repress a laugh as she fidgeted uncomfortably. For weeks he had been waiting for just this moment. If Mary only knew that he and her co-workers had intentionally put her in this predicament. By purposely creating the errors in her reports they had set her up. Mary never suspected that her mentor had selected her months before as his newest play toy.
Mary had been so eager and excited when Mr. Anderson had chosen her. Over all the other women in the secretarial pool, she was his choice for this workgroup. His patience had been tried time and again as she struggled to learn the new job. Now the trap had been set, it was just a matter of time before Mary was late again and he could implement his plan.
"This really can't go on any longer Mary, it's not fair to the company or your co-workers" Mr. Anderson began. "I have no choice but to let you go."
Tears welled in her Mary eyes, hearing the words she had been dreading all afternoon. What am I going to do now? Just the thought she might have to move home with her parents and admit that she could not survive in the adult world alone was unbearable.
"Please Mr. Anderson, give me another chance." Mary pleaded
"I am afraid not," he said, "Even though some of your co-workers thought I should give you another chance, their suggestion really is not appropriate."
A glimmer of hope radiated through Mary's mind. "Really," she asked. "If they are willing to give me a second chance why won't you Mr. Anderson?"
"Well you see Mary, It's isn't that I'm not willing to give you another chance, it's just that I don't really believe what they suggested is appropriate in a professional office." Mary looked at him confused.
"The thing is Mary; they agreed to continue picking up your slack, even though it does mean more work for them until you can catch on. They are also willing to forgive you for having brought our productivity down. Their concern is, your not trying hard enough or take your work seriously. Their thought is, If they were allowed to punish you for causing them additional work and screwing up; they'll believe you will learn much quicker."
Mary didn't know whether to be shocked or angry. Did they believe she needed to be punished like the child to learn anything? She was an adult damn it, why couldn't people treat her like one? Even though the very thought appalled her, Mary couldn't see where she had much choice.