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Eric: Fired
Cunt’s cherished secretions filled Eric’s mouth. He was lost to the world, his face utterly immersed in a slick pool of pussy. Eric swam in doing the tongue stroke. That he was at his place of employment, that the woman using his face was his subordinate, Maria, or that knelling on the floor of his office in the middle of the day eating pussy off his desk top might be deemed inappropriate workplace conduct by some—none of this registered in the abandoned practical quarters of poor Eric’s mind. The passionate salesman was engrossed and every nerve and sinew was dedicated to the service of pussy. Dry deliberations on propriety had vanished.
Maria was an ample girl with an ample, well-used cunt. Eric had to squeeze his head deep between her plump thighs to reach the thick, slack folds of Maria’s viscous gash. His face burrowed into the warm, wet slop. With perfunctory diligence Eric’s tongue fondled the piss hole, and then, with the instinct of a blind and ravenous water snake, slithered into the chasm below and gorged. Maria sprawled back across Eric’s desk, thighs spread wide, bucking her hip rhythmically, pumping her pussy into Eric willing face. Ardor got the best of Maria, she squealed, her sumptuous thighs grasped Eric’s head tightly, and the world disappeared. The lovers dove together through the surface of the mundane world into the watery caverns of transmogrifying, phantasmagoric, erotic rapture. Yummy, yummy.
Eric could barely hear her moans of delight or the bitching demands for more. He floated in the warm throbbing hum of heart-pounded blood rushing through Maria’s fleshy thighs to the hot core of her cunt. Eric’s overwhelming desire to consume, devour, and serve cunt, and a perverted compulsion to show off his eager, well-trained tongue, sucked him into her maw.
He did not hear the door open. He did not hear the gasps of the startled woman looking down on the star salesman squirming his way into Maria, exploring her sunken treasures. Only when Maria pulled back and jerked Eric’s head out of her crotch did the angry voice of his boss Ashley echo down into the deep undersea cavern where Eric happily wallowed. He heard a muffled cry from some distant surface.
“Stop! What is going on here?” Ashley?
Dazed, Eric mechanically turned to feminine command and fell to all fours. Torn from its hot obsession, Eric’s face stared into cold truth—three women standing in the doorway of his office. One was aghast, one was aghast and angry, and one suppressed triumphant glee. From his knees Eric looked up at Ashley, boss Ashley, looking down on him smirking with hands on hips. Eric forlornly beseeched sympathy from his former confidant, Shyanne. There was none. Wide-eyed shock froze her hand to her mouth and stifled an appalled cry. And then there was Claudia, Ashley’s newly hired General Counsel. Eric had not yet been introduced.
Eric recalled office etiquette, but could not bring himself to perform the ritual greeting, “Hi, great to meet you. It is great to have you aboard. I look forward to working with you. It will be great, just great.”
Claudia stood by Ashley’s side holding a clipboard, a pen propped behind her ear. If she could have controlled her gaping mouth she might have said, “It is pleasure to meet you, Eric. I see you do admirable work here. It’s going be great, just great.”
The accumulated pressure of Gina’s regime of orgasm denial, the daily drain of self-esteem, the constant dreaming about degrading sex, and the gorging on Maria’s sweet womanly brew were too much. The dam burst. Eric’s penis had its way. Eric knelt before the women, convulsively rocked his hips, and uncontrollably humiliated himself. His cock erupted and filled his pants with come until semen drooled onto the floor.
Maria jumped off Eric’s desk only to inadvertently again catch him in the headlock of her luscious thighs. She pushed Eric’s head down and he dropped his face to the floor. Now Maria stood astride her fallen boss, teetering on her ultra-high heels. Eric dumbly looked up her dress. Something dripped from her pussy onto his nose.
Panicked, Eric crawled out from beneath Maria toward the three women at the door until he bumped into the toe of a practical women’s pump. Eric looked up. He was staring directly up another dress. Eric’s was tongue-tied; his heart sank; his only thought—loss, loss, irretrievable loss.
Eric saw the crotch of Ashley’s panty hose, then stars. She kicked him in the eye. Ashley began barking orders, “Get back, you pervert. Shyanne, Claudia, get in here and close the door. Maria, poor Maria, please come to me. I will protect you. That beast, what has he done to you? Here in my company’s main office, in broad day light that animal raped you.”
Like snow falling on red-hot iron, apparitions of consequences materialized with a stinking hiss in the vacuum of Eric’s brain.
Attorney Claudia interrupted, “This truly awful…but Ashley…please excuse me, but perhaps we should be cautious regarding the labeling of this vile act as rape. The word has legal meaning, which could commit us to actions we might come to rue. If we call it rape, we might be required to notify criminal authorities and that might not serve the company’s interests. Don’t mistake me; in a cultural context, this is plainly rape, an alpha-male imposing his sexual dominion upon an economically weaker female. However, it might be prudent to be circumspect with to regard to the semantic filters we employ and cautious with respect to considerations of publicity and politics, contracting issues, and possible legal consequences to the company. Of course, we must address this offense as if it were an offense against all women. We must show solidarity with all socio-economically disadvantaged women, especially our poor Maria, in order to maintain our credentials as progressive women who seek social justice.”
Ashley, Shyanne, and Maria looked at Claudia as if she had dropped in from Mars.
Martian Claudia wore her alien uniform—formless grey business attire, little make up, and ugly glasses. Her hair was pulled back severely affecting the look of a helmet. She wore sensible shoes. Claudia was way too young to be the General Counsel of a large company. She had been hired as a favor to a friend of Ashley’s even though she had no business experience. Claudia knew everything about philosophical social theory and academic law, but nothing of the subtle ambiguities of commerce. However, Claudia was just what Ashley needed—a legal counsel utterly beholding and dependant upon her, and so someone she could control absolutely. Claudia thought she could camouflage her weaknesses and look older by adopting the cosmetic aesthetic of a filing cabinet. This came naturally to her.
“Justice demands that we discharge our duty swiftly, provide some sort of due process, and expeditiously determine a course of action. I suggest convening a discharge hearing immediately. Further study of Eric’s personnel file is not necessary. I am fully acquainted with it as a result of an ongoing review being conducted regarding certain expense account matters. Ashley, perhaps you could allow me to gather some documents, and then we may convene in your office in fifteen minutes. Justice delayed is justice denied. Shyanne, would you please look to Maria’s comfort and arrange for trauma counseling?”
Ashley interrupted, “No. I’ll take care of Maria. I feel some personal responsibility since I assigned her to work on, I mean with, Eric. I’ll take Maria to my office and comfort her. She can lie down there and recover. Shyanne, you go with Claudia to assist in preparing an immediate hearing. Let me have thirty minutes to comfort Maria.
“Claudia, call security. The new woman-owned firm you recommended started this week. I can’t imagine what they will think of the goings-on in my company. Have security take Eric to my waiting room. Under no circumstances let anyone enter my office while I calm Maria. She has suffered enough trauma. Maria, come with me. Let me hold you. Everything will be made right. Come, let’s go to my office.”
Eric was bewildered, paralyzed, and his eye throbbed from Ashley’s kick. He watched Maria’s ample ass roll away, her high fetish heels enforcing a sexy saunter worthy of streetwalker. Ashley balanced Maria, putting her arm around her tightly corseted waist and her hand on that gorgeous excess of ass, fondling the voluptuous, undulating pulchritude. The seams up the back of Maria’s stockings were still perfectly straight. The glossy polyester of her skimpy dress rode up with each step revealing the novelty garters that Eric so recently scrutinized while kneeling between Maria’s thighs. “Eat me, eat me, eat me.”
Eric finally spoke, “Wait, Maria, please tell them the truth. Tell them what really happened. This wasn’t rape.” Maria looked over her shoulder, shrugged, and threw Eric a crooked little smile as if to say, “Sorry, but as you can see, there is nothing I can do. I’ve got to save my own ass.”
Still on his knees, Eric reached out to Maria. Claudia stomped on his hand. “Leave her alone you beast. Haven’t you done enough already? Don’t even talk to her. You may say whatever you like at your hearing, but for now—Shut Up.”
Shyanne bent down to help Eric up. She looked him in the eyes and softly whispered, “Oh, Eric, how could you have been so stupid.” Claudia picked the phone, “This is the General Counsel. Send two guards to Eric’s office immediately. I will explain when they get here. Hurry.”
Claudia critically looked Eric over. He was a mess. He was drenched in sweat and his eye was blackening from Ashley’s kick to his face. “You look uncomfortable. Take your jacket off.”
“No thank you.”
Claudia laughed, “I didn’t take you to be quite that stupid. If you do not cooperate, I will see to it that you spend the next ten to twenty years in jail for rape. Don’t you get it? I’m sure you don’t like taking direction from a woman, but you have no choice. You are completely at my mercy here. So when I tell you to do something, don’t talk back, just do it.”
Eric was warm, but he did not want to take his jacket off because his shirt was soaked in sweat and his crotch was soaked with come. His cock pressed against his pants still hard despite the disastrous interruption. He thought, “Jail. Bullshit. She asked for it. She started it.” Nonetheless, he thought it best to do what Claudia demanded. He removed his jacket.
Claudia stared at the clear outline of Eric’s persistent erection jutting out against the damp, spreading come stain. She admired Eric’s muscular form showing through his soaking dress shirt. The odor of sex filled her head. Claudia had never smelled semen before, and she had never had a man at her mercy before. Dampness spread in her own crotch.
Claudia was staring at Eric’s crotch when the guards entered. The guards, women from the security firm Claudia found on a feminist internet site, wore blue uniforms with wanna-be-cop hats and batons in their belts. One was a six-foot woman with thick thighs, a bulging butt, and heavy breasts hung between broad shoulders. The other guard was a thin, mousy middle-aged women reeking of tobacco. They entered Eric’s office and stood coolly at attention awaiting orders. Each knew instantly what was going on, if only from the smell of the closed office. “The boss girl’s in heat and that one just shot his wad in his damm pants.”
Claudia breathlessly attempted to control the situation. “I don’t want anything about this incident being repeated to anyone. All that occurs is confidential. Thank goodness, I am dealing with women. What we have here is yet another example the rampant domination of our culture by rapacious, unchecked masculine impulses and patriarchal values. How long must we endure repetition of this age-old narrative? Guards, you will have the opportunity of assisting us in this battle, perhaps only a small skirmish, but nonetheless a vanguard action in our struggle to repel male exploitation of women and gender non-specific persons. In solidarity together, we will cleanse the cultural milieu of this company of retrogressive influences and patriarchal dominance tropes to provide a civilizing environment wherein all can achieve their full potential as autonomous persons. The iteration, rearticulating, and convergence of these hegemonic masculine tropes are homologous to work advancing structuralist social relations and power strategies that move toward the obviation of a renewed conception of social order or inauguration of rehabilitated conceptions of hegemony.”
The guards exchanged silent furtive glances, “Crazy bitch.”
Claudia prattled on, staring at Eric’s crotch throughout her oration. The hotter her pussy got the more obscure and bizarre her post-modern, feminist rhetoric became.
Finally, choking on lust, she finished, “Take this individual to Ashley’s waiting room. Make him sit there until further orders, do not let him out of your sight, do not let him escape the premises, and absolutely do not let him disturb Ashley.”
The guards pulled out their batons. The Amazon prodded Eric in the small of his back, shoved him out the door, and the guards escorted Eric through the open office space toward Ashley’s office. Everyone had stopped pretending to work. The whole office stood by their workstations and stared. Eric’s coworkers whispered and giggled at the weird procession of the office hot shot being led away through the labyrinth of cubicles to the boss’s den. What the hell had happened? Eric must have flipped out. He was finally going to get his.
The big guard thrust Eric into Ashley’s waiting room. The pasty older guard pulled a chair into the middle of the room, pointed her baton, and ordered Eric to sit. They took up positions behind Eric and stood at grim attention holding their batons at the ready. Eric asked, “Could I please go to the bathroom? I need to get cleaned up.”
The big guard said, “No. We was told not to let you out of our sight, and we ain’t going in no men’s room. You can piss your pants for all I care. You wouldn’t smell no worse.”
After several minutes, odd sounds emanated from behind Ashley’s door. It started as heavy breathing, then soft mewing, and morphed to panting cries just as Shyanne and Claudia arrived with a cart filled with folders and binders. “Yes, yes, oh please don’t stop. Oh, harder, hard…ohhhh yeah there, yes, more, please just a little…oh I’m…coming yes, yes…yaaa.” Muffled squealing warped to swearing in Spanglish—then silence.
The guards exchanged sneaky glances. The smaller guard surreptitiously ran her baton through a hole fashioned by her thumb and forefinger, and suppressed a smile. Claudia and Shyanne pretended nothing had happened. After another five minutes, Ashley’s door opened. Ashley walked Maria to the exit holding her close.
Maria’s big prom hairdo had come undone. Curls and extension flopped all about her sweaty face. The seams up the back of both stockings were askew. There was a run in her left stocking. Crimson fingernail scratches streaked up the back of her leg and ducked under the disarray of her skimpy dress toward the abundance of her plump bottom. Maria’s sniffling nose was red. The abused victim staggered on her high-heeled, sequined slippers averting her eyes from everyone. Ashley kissed Maria on cheek and said, “Go home now. Take as many days as you need. Just call me tomorrow and let me know how you are doing.” Turning to Claudia she said, “Bring him in. Let’s get this over with.”
The big guard pulled Eric out of his chair and shoved him into Ashley’s office. “If you did that to that poor girl you deserve whatever.”
Eric was sick and beyond caring. He thought, “Just get it over with and fire me. Ashley I hate you, you prissy tight ass cunt. Keep your fucking job. Look at her; she looks like she just sucked on a lemon. What the hell was going on in here with Maria anyway? What lies was that bimbo telling this Ivy League cunt? I hate this office; all decked out like a damm museum. That painting, that ‘Modern Art’, what the hell is that? It makes me nauseous.”
If Eric only had had the imagination and the nerve, he could have gotten sweet revenge as he stood there in the dock to be judged by Ashley. He really was nauseous, but he was too polite to puke all over the judge sitting directly in front of him.
Ashley sat calmly behind her desk, and gestured for Claudia and Shyanne to sit. Eric remained standing framed by the two guards. “Claudia, proceed.”
“The purpose of this hearing is to determine the facts in the matter of the incident that has just occurred between Eric and Maria, and to determine a remedy. On the face of the matter, it appears we must decide between two possible outcomes: discharge with referral for criminal prosecution, or simple discharge for sexual harassment. Eric what is your excuse.”
“This is ridiculous. I didn’t do anything to that girl that she didn’t ask for. Just ask her. I am sorry, it should not have happened in the office, but I did not force anything on her. I have never had to beg for sex. Besides what we did was not intercourse, not really sex, so it cannot be rape.”
Claudia asked, “And so Eric, if it was not sex, what was it?”
“Well we just…I mean what we did…well she asked me to…she requested oral sex, and I did it…because she asked. She started it. She asked for it. Besides, that’s not real sex.”
“So you forced her to submit to fellatio. Sorry, but the legal precedents are clear—that’s rape. And that age old, threadbare excuse, ‘She asked for it’, won’t do. What a pathetic lack of imagination. We just saw what you did to that girl, I mean woman; we saw the abrasions on her thigh. And your black eye is clear proof that Maria resisted.”
“Wait a minute. Maria didn’t do that. Ashley…”
Ashley slammed her fist down on her desk. “Enough. I interviewed Maria and she said she was raped. I will not force that young woman to stand before her rapist and account for her innocence. She has suffered enough. Case closed. Claudia, I am getting a headache. Proceed.”
“It might seem our only option would be criminal referral. However, there are serious downsides to that, if only because of the publicity. This is a very political business and our rivals will exploit any stain on our integrity. The particulars of this incident would make us a laughing stock. Also, our access to minority and women’s defense contracting set asides would be compromised if sexual harassment were found to have occurred in our workplace. Therefore, criminal referral and discharge for sexual harassment are both problematic. Furthermore, Eric has over five million dollars in his profit sharing account, not to mention other open stock options and his 401-k account. It is outrageous, perhaps criminal, what this company has been paying him. As you know, I have been examining his expense accounts and there are substantial irregularities. If we discharge Eric he will gain immediate access to his accounts, and recovery of possible overpayments would be compromised.
“Therefore, I would recommend unpaid administrative leave, pending possible discharge, with a requirement that Eric engage in treatment for his misogynist personality disorder. We would thus recast these events under a medical, rather than criminal formulation—Eric had a mental breakdown. This would provide time to recover company funds from his accounts. The disadvantage to this approach is that left to his own devices Eric would certainly continue his predatory adventures against women. What is needed is a sort of house arrest and a stringent treatment protocol.
“An additional advantage of operating within the medical category is that it provides an unfettered ability to invade Eric’s privacy and to negate his autonomy. To wit—poor Eric suffered a mental breakdown, thus we would be negligent were we not to supplant the judgment of a sane person for his medically impaired decision making capacity. In this, we have finally come upon some good fortune in this otherwise sad history. I have taken the liberty of calling Eric’s emergency contact. Eric signed papers ceding to her remarkable powers in the event of an emergency, and of course, this is a medical emergency. She is a young woman named Gina, and our discovery of her could not be more auspicious.
“I had a most enlightening discussion with Gina just now. Surprisingly, Gina is a thoroughly progressive woman. She fully understands Eric’s regressive nature, but tolerates this shortcoming because she enjoys the psychosexual use of an unreconstructed male. I must say that Eric’s primitive appeal is apparent. Eric possesses many of the attributes that our culture has set as markers of masculine attraction, that is, for those susceptible to that sort of taste. However, Gina does recognize her responsibly with regard to improving society and desires solidarity with the cause of women’s progress. She recently personally undertook a corrective course with Eric. She has made some progress. Gina has been able to redirect Eric’s libido to an oral rather than phallic urge. This is certainly commendable. However, considering today’s event, she recognizes that professional help is required.
“I have in mind a good friend of yours Ashley, Anna. She is a world-renowned expert on gender relations. Anna has developed a revolutionary course of therapy that has accomplished miracles on retrogressive males. Therefore, if it meets with your approval Ashley, I propose we place Eric on administrative leave under Gina’s guardianship. She will arrange for the therapy.
“The alternative is jail, so a rational judgment requires that Eric to agree to this. Given the papers Eric has already signed, Gina’s agreement to this arraignment will suffice until she can ultimately induce Eric to execute ironclad, final documents. It would be negligent to hear any entreaty from Eric at this time; after all, he is insane. He may not resign.”
Ashley was impatient. “I agree, done. Thank you Claudia for this most thorough work. Leave me now, I have a headache.”
“You are most welcome. Guards, photograph Eric for evidence of Maria’s struggle to fend him off and confiscate his ID’s, pass card and the keys to his company car. Take him to the loading dock and watch him until Gina picks him up. I will call Gina and tell her to pick up her trash.”
Ashley thought, “The bastard is all mine now.”
Shyanne thought, “He’s got five million bucks?”
The big guard thought, “That girl can just talk, talk, talk.”
Claudia thought, “Oh, I want him, I want him, I want it.”
The smaller guard thought, “I’d like to beat the piss out of that prick, and then fuck his brains out.”
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