My local managers have powers to do pretty much anything as long as it’s within the ethos and quality standards of my company, but I insist on hiring staff myself….and, although I hoped it would never happen….firing them as well. Firing anyone is a miserable business, but firing one of my own managers made me angry as fuck as well.
Of course, I couldn’t show my anger. That had to be kept aside. Put simply, one of my store employees had spotted an opportunity, and at her own expense (which I repaid in full) had trialled it before bringing the idea to me. You may remember me talking about Alice. Well, it turned out that after I’d left, Alice’s store manager had muscled in and made her life an absolute misery and had taken over the lunchtime run to the office Alice had found. Said manager was also being less than honest since she had substituted cheaper ingredients while still charging the office employees the same rates. No prizes for guessing where the difference went.
One of my dad’s sayings is “Efficiency, I pay for. Respect, I hope to earn. Honesty, I demand.” So, Louise had to go. We had the usual “Why” interview first and I gave her every opportunity to defend herself, but instead she got argumentative and also she made me suspect that this, the least well performing of my stores might not be doing as badly as the books suggest. I gave her every opportunity to save her job, and even had she admitted outright that she was stealing from me, we could maybe have worked out why, and what we might be able to do to help. Anyway, the moment came when I told her she needed to collect her things and go. Now. Louise blustered about taking me to court, but then I said I would have to prosecute her for theft so she just left.
I wandered into the rest room for a pee and, to my surprise, when I pulled my panties down, they were really wet! I also realised as I sat there how supremely horny I was. Weird, right? How does that happen?
One pee later, I popped the closed sign up for a quick staff meeting. I told them just that Louise had left … not the reason, although obviously Alice knew. Then I appointed the next senior person as temporary manager and asked Alice to see me in the office.
Fuck, but that girl is gorgeous. Small, green-eyed, and someone who seems to telegraph what she looks like when she cums just by being in her presence. I had the same image that came to me last time of Alice masturbating quietly in her bed at home, biting her knuckle to stop her making any noise, and cumming softly into her panties. (Oh pull yourself together, Anna). I asked Alice why she hadn’t told me Louise had taken her idea off her. Alice said one word. The best word any boss could ever hear. “Loyalty” she said “If my manager wants to take something over, it’s not for me to rock the boat … but I didn’t realise she was stealing from you or I’d have …” Yes, of course she would have.
As she sat on the chair, she suddenly bought one foot up, and hugged her knee. It wasn’t meant to be a sexual gesture, but it clearly showed me her panties: blue, with a definite damp spot. Oh dear. There were also stray pubic hairs too. Oh double dear. I gave her a pep talk about standing up for herself, and that if I wanted an idea someone had executed in a different way, I would tell them personally what I wanted, and more importantly, why I wanted it done that way.
Alice’s knee swayed slightly from side to,side. This was obviously her ‘comfort’ mode. It also displayed a crotch I would have been more than happy to kneel in front of and suck until she came in my mouth. Was it wishful thinking, or was that wet patch spreading?
I read somewhere that some female animals, when faced with a threat, sometimes urinate to spread their pheromones. The idea being that a) it might attract a large male to defend them against the threat, or b) it might persuade their attacker to fuck them instead of kill them. I don’t know. It’s as good a theory as any, and I know from my own experience that when I’m in high stress situations - like when I have to fly somewhere - I am wet as fuck the whole time.
Little Alice sat there as I handed her back her idea and listened to how she actually had three more ‘lunch runs’ as she calls them, but couldn’t get round them on her own. I told the new girl that each lunchtime, she would prepare a basket, identical in all respects to Alice, and take it, to another firm. Alice seems quite happy now, and so, after an eyeful of her undies, was I.
Ten minutes and three orgasms later, I drove home.
One week later, and I looked at the data from this store. Far from being my least well performing store, it’s my second best! I can’t say for certain, or course, but projecting backwards from when I bought this place to now, on paper, at least, a fuck ton of money has gone astray. It’s hard to tell because it’s not a linear process. Trade increased over time as our reputation gathered traction. Even so, looking at the figures the previous owner had in their accounts, there seems to have been little improvement since starting. Ah well lesson learned.
Alice though … I think she will be a key figure in my masturbatory fantasies for a while to come.
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