After Tony ran out on me, and I was done fucking all three of my cum swallow girls, I figured I had better get back to work for the day.
My estranged half sister, who had only just divulged her true identity to me in dramatic fashion, was still very much on my mind.
How could she not be? She had revealed her secret and had formerly introduced herself as she - supposedly my half-sister through my Dad - sat with my cock fully engulfed inside her cunt. Hell, I was still twitching from an orgasm that had just filled her fertile and very married pussy with my cum.
The crazy bitch had shaken my limp hand with my dick wilting inside of her, a move which, truthfully, I found a bit amusing and rather admired, despite it being completely psychopathic.
After my insane half sister had departed and I sent Candy and Maria home for the weekend, I showered in my office bathroom, got dressed, ate a late lunch and then decided to call Freddie in from the production floor to offer him the first shift supervisor position.
To my surprise, Freddie came in and flatly turned down the job.
Not expecting that, it took a moment for me to respond. "Why?" I asked, perplexed and staring at him in bewilderment as he sat across my desk from me.
Freddie shrugged. "It's just not for me. Sorry, Boss."
"No, really, I need to know why you won't take this promotion. You wanted it last Tuesday. What happened, Freddie?"
Freddie looked uncomfortable, hesitating.
"No repercussions, Freddie," I said, "Please, just tell me why... unless it's for personal reasons you'd rather not..."
"No... no, not at all, Mr. Chamberland, it's nothing personal. I just..." He took a deep breath. "I just don't agree with you exploiting these women."
Nearly bursting out laughing, I said, "Exploiting? Are you serious?" He looked stone cold serious. This wasn't a joke. I shook my head and scowled. "You think I'm exploiting THEM?"
"Of course you are. These women are economically compelled to blow guys for money. I mean. I do that for free because I'm gay, but that's different. I like it."
"But they like it, too," I said.
He shook his head and grimaced. "No. No. They are doing it because they have to do it."
"They don't have to suck dicks for money, Freddie. They can do anything they want to do for a--"
Freddie raised his voice, shouting over me. "Of course they have to do that! Look, I choose to suck dicks because I enjoy doing it, but they were born servile to the patriarchy and are slaves in the bonds of sexual servitude."
I stared at him, blinking and stunned into silence.
"Basically," he added, "When you come right down to it... it's... it's sexual slavery."
I burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Freddie asked. "I didn't say anything funny." He looked indignant, his lips pursed and his brow in a wrinkled bunch.
I shook my head as my laughter trailed off and tapped a pen on my desk, spinning and tapping, spinning and tapping. "Do you realize how much money I have agreed to pay these girls? Nevermind that, though, Freddie," I said, letting out a sigh, "I must inform you that... being a gay man, I don't think you understand anything at all about dealing with women."
He gasped and sat up in his chair. "Is that so?"
I smirked and nodded. "Yes, that is so. You are clueless."
He gasped louder and held his chest as if he were clutching pearls. "What an ignorant thing to say!" he cried, looking wounded. "Let me inform you, Mr. High and Mighty business man, that I have a mother, a grandma and two younger sisters. Also, I have talked with Dominic about this and I also have several, very close, lesbian friends, who all agree that your treatment of those women is absolutely--"
"Wait!" I said, cutting him off, "Hold up. You told your lesbian friends about my sex fetish arrangements?"
His jaw floundered and his face turned red. "Well... well... yes... I... I did bring it up over dinner the other night, but they are very dear and close--"
"Did I... or did I not, Freddie... ask that you keep that information... about my private affairs... private?"
"Well... well yes, Boss... but... but these are very, VERY close friends, Mr Chamb--"
"They're not my friends, Freddie."
Freddie clammed up.
I took in a deep breath and pushed it out, letting my anger go with it. I shrugged. "It's okay, Freddie. You let the cat out of the bag, but that's fine. I don't care."
He started to speak, maybe to apologize, but I held up my hand. "You also mentioned talking to Dominic. Do you mean Dom Ventulo, the other candidate up for this job?"
"Well, yeah," Freddie said, shrugging. "We talked about your treatment of women over lunch. He doesn't agree with it either."
"He didn't seem to object to that when I interviewed him."
Freddie smirked and let out a sigh. "Dominic and I are very close friends. He even invited me to his wedding last September and, believe me when I tell you, Dom is not on board with your--"
"Wait," I said, holding my breath as my heart skipped a beat. "You went to Dominic Ventulo's wedding?" Elizabeth Ventulo, Dom's wife - who was also my crazy half-sister - could have been sitting in on this meeting if I hadn't creampied her pussy. That sexual act had inspired Liz to finally reveal her secret about being my estranged half-sister, and to, dramatically, make an early exit, and now I was grateful for all of it, despite how demented it had been.
"Oh, yes!" Freddie said, taking in a loud, gasping sigh and holding a hand to his chest. "His wedding was gorgeous!" Freddie spoke in a reverent tone. "A traditional Italian church wedding. I used to be an alter boy, you know. They started the feast with..." Freddie prattled on and on, but I tuned out.