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“No, I understand that it has to be done. Once I make my final decision I’ll let you know who, as well as informing the person affected. By Friday it will be finished Mr. Johnson. No, it is very unfortunate that it’s come to this I agree. Yes sir I’ll speak to you soon.”

After hearing the click on the other end I hung up the phone and just sat there for a minute thinking. When I accepted my current position I understood that there might be times like this that I’d be forced to do unpleasant tasks. Now I had a doozy ahead of me. The way the company did business left me with a limited choice and neither option was clear cut. So I decided to follow the course I’d discussed with Mr. Johnson, the company founder and president, as I felt under the circumstances it was the best way.

In spite of my decision I found myself sitting at my desk doing other work rather than taking the bull by the horns. Do it, I told myself, because no matter how hard it is for you it will be much worse for the others involved. That steeled me enough to get up and head out of my office. Passing my administrative assistant Barbara on the way I walked out to the bullpen where the workers I supervised were located. Coming to the cubicle of the first person I needed to speak with I stuck my head in.

“Yes, that is correct. If you have any future problems always feel free to call back. And thank you for doing your business with us. Good bye.”

Once she’d finished the call the woman looked up expectantly at me. This was going to be tough I knew.

“Judy…ah Ms. Phillips, may I speak with you for a few minutes please?” I asked the woman seated before me.

A look of uncertainty flitted over her face after hearing how I addressed her but she quickly regained her composure and smiled at me.

“No problem Mr. Daniels, I’m free now,” she replied.

“Would you please come to my office, it won’t take long,” I told her.

She followed me to my office where I made sure to leave the door open. Though I didn’t wish anyone to overhear the conversation I felt it was prudent under the circumstances to make sure we weren’t alone unobserved. Once I sat behind my desk I looked up at Judy. She had joined the company around fourteen months ago and had done all that was asked of her so this wasn’t easy.

“Please sit Ms. Phillips,” I said indicating the seat on the other side of my desk. I observed her as she sat and I had to admit she was still an attractive woman. Just north of forty years of age she had a voluptuous figure but dressed conservatively in keeping with our company dress code. A subdued light blue blouse buttoned to near her throat kept her ample bosom covered and a navy blue form fitting skirt that clung to her curves and reached her knees completed her outfit. Like many women she dyed her naturally dark hair a brassy shade of blonde and though it caught one’s eye, in my opinion, it would have looked better untouched. After she sat she giggled nervously for she seemed aware that something wasn’t right.

“This can’t be good news if we’re being so formal Mr. Daniels,” she sagely observed.

“No unfortunately it’s not for a good reason that we’re having this conversation. Let me cut to the chase then. As you may be aware the bad economy has been hurting this company’s bottom line for some time. The reason you found a job here was the person who held the position previously moved out of state. It wasn’t because the company was expanding at the time. The last quarter numbers are in and they are grim. I’ve been directed by Mr. Johnson to terminate one of the workers I supervise.”

After I’d said that I saw all emotion drain from her face as she was confronted by the specter of the unemployment line.

“I understand Mr. Daniels,” she said in a barely audible voice.

“Wait Judy,” I told her, “it isn’t certain that it will be you that goes. Hear me out first. The company policy is for the most part last in, first out. Exceptions can be made if a more senior worker is really doing a bad job but in this case I don’t think anyone under me is performing poorly. However you and one other worker started within a month of each other. So my choice has to be one of you and as of now I haven’t made my decision. To my mind you’re both good workers and each of you brings some different strengths to the position but the unpleasant fact is one of you has to go. I’m letting you both know in case it’s possible one of you might know of another position you could find, plus when it happens I don’t want the affected party to be blindsided. I’m sorry about this and I’ll let you know my decision by Friday.”

“Thank you for that then sir. If you don’t require me here anymore then let me get back to my job while I still have one.”

She smiled wanly and stood up, doing her best to show no emotion. To be honest I was very impressed by her demeanor, for I knew she was a single mother with a daughter in her senior year of poker oyna high school, and she was the sole supporter of the girl. Facing such uncertainty couldn’t be easy but she put on a brave front. As she left the office my eyes drifted to her shapely calves as well as her wide hips and large round posterior. Stop it, I told myself, feeling ashamed. Here I might be laying this woman off in less than a week and I had the nerve to check her out.

I waited a couple of minutes before again rising from my desk. No sense in putting it off, I might as well talk to the other employee now. The conversation followed a similar course with Chet Norris. The only thing I didn’t like was that he made a few disparaging borderline sexist comments about Ms. Phillips, as if as men we shared some solidarity because of that. I informed him that as far as I was concerned it was purely a numbers issue and that I wished neither had to go.

Truthfully I didn’t really blame him as I understood the situation he was in. Chet was divorced but he had a couple of kids who he paid child support for and losing his job would not be a good thing. The problem for me, beyond the fact that I didn’t wish to fire either of them was that it really was a toss up. Flipping a coin or picking a card would resolve the dilemma as fairly as anything else I could do. Not wanting to think about it for a minute I decided to get a cup of coffee.

As I approached the company lunchroom I heard a voice speaking and I realized it was Judy Phillips. Since I didn’t hear any other voices I figured she was on her cell phone. That stopped me in my tracks for I didn’t wish to interrupt her call after our recent conversation. So I turned to retrace my steps but I couldn’t help but overhearing some of what she was saying.

“Well thank God you didn’t buy that prom dress yet Alicia. Whatever you do, don’t spend any money right now. No, we can’t discuss it until I see you so it will have to wait until tonight. You’re not working, right? Okay wait at home for me baby because we really have to talk. Bye.”

Luckily I managed to reach my office before she returned to her desk and saw me. Her eavesdropped conversation only made me feel worse and I realized that I was feeling too much sympathy for her. If she was the one to go I couldn’t let my natural chivalrous inclinations overrule my head. It wasn’t until everyone had left for the day that I left my office again. Before she left my assistant Barbara spoke to me. Peering at me over her glasses she shook her head slowly first.

“You can’t let the pressure get to you Peter.”

“Easy for you to say, I’m the one who has to do it,” I replied. As I was speaking Barbara bit her full lip.

“If you want, I would do it for you but I doubt you’d let me.”

“No, it’s my job and responsibility Barbara, but thank you for your offer.”

“Good night then Peter and don’t stay too late.” She looked like she wanted to say something more but after standing in the doorway for a minute she turned and left.

I sat there around fifteen minutes before I roused myself to leave. Once I turned the lights off in my office I wandered through the bullpen. For some reason as I passed Judy’s cubicle I noticed the light on her phone flashing and I actually stepped in to answer it before realizing it was just indicating that a voicemail was saved. While there I couldn’t help but notice a couple of framed pictures sitting on Judy’s desk. One was of Judy and a young woman I presumed to be her daughter standing outside by a body of water. It was from a far distance so there wasn’t much detail of the two of them. They were both dressed in jeans and flannel shirts and it was probably taken on vacation.

The other was a head shot of her daughter in a standard school portrait style photo. She was smiling and her facial features certainly reminded me of Judy. The biggest difference was that Judy had a rounder, fuller face while her daughter’s was thinner, almost elfin. Also while Judy had bottle blond hair her daughter had long straight brown hair which complemented her big, brown eyes. Reluctantly I tore my eyes away from the pictures. I had no right to ogle her daughter, especially when I might be firing Judy within days.

That evening I went straight home and stayed in for the night. My sleep was interrupted a few times that night but whatever disturbed me I can’t be sure of, but I felt it was triggered by my unremembered dreams. At work on Tuesday I decided to not think about the looming lay off and work on other matters instead. The day moved much quicker because of this and except for once where Judy had to consult with me over a client I was able to not think about it.

Wednesday followed the same routine but by the end of the day I couldn’t help but think about it. I really should make my decision by Thursday so I could appraise Mr. Johnson before announcing it on Friday. Again I was the last one out and this time I visited both Judy and Chet’s cubicles as if somehow this would make things clearer. It was another canlı poker oyna night I decided to forgo a trip to the fitness center for my normal workout and instead just go home.

While driving I realized I had no food for dinner so I decided to stop and pick up some fast food. It was early evening when I pulled into the lot for Burgerama and headed inside. Surprisingly there was only one person ahead of me in line and in a minute I was at the counter ordering.

“Welcome to Burgerama, may I take your order please?” the tiny young woman at the register said.

“Yes let me get the combo with the side salad please,” I replied, my mind still preoccupied with work.

It took me another moment to realize that the woman was talking to me I was so distracted.

“Sir, what size drink do you want?”

“Medium,” I replied while snapping to attention. As she rang up my order I looked at her and for some strange reason she looked familiar to me, as if we’d met even though I’d never come to this store before.

“That’s $6.79 sir,” she told me as I handed her a twenty.

It was while she was getting my change that suddenly it hit me. In spite of the unflattering hat and polyester uniform she was wearing recognition of who she was dawned in my brain.

“Oh my God, you’re Judy’s daughter,” I blurted out without thinking.

She shot a look my way like who the fuck are you and do you really know my mom? Not wanting to creep her out further I attempted to explain my outburst.

“I’m sorry for startling you but I work for the same company as your mother. You seemed familiar to me and then I remembered your photo that your mother has displayed on her desk.”

Her face lost the suspicious expression it had displayed and a smile flitted across her face. Let me tell you, it lit up the drab environ for a moment until the smile vanished as quickly as it appeared. As she handed me my change she studied my face as if it could give her the answer she sought.

“So you work with my Mom, huh? Funny, she never mentioned she worked with any cute guys. So then you’ve probably heard some asshole is trying to fire her.”

I grimaced when I heard that statement but I couldn’t blame her, to a point. It was unlikely that Judy put it that way to her daughter but maybe she had. Either way it didn’t change anything, and if I was the villain then so be it.

“It’s not exactly like that but I understand where you are coming from,” I replied.

She handed me my bag while staring deep into my eyes like she was searching for answers.

“How is it then?”

“I’m the asshole,” I told her, “and I don’t want to lay off your mother or anyone else. But I’ve been ordered to let someone go by my boss and it’s either your mom or one other worker. I wish it was neither but I don’t get to make that decision.”

After I’d said that I left the store and headed to my car. It made more sense to eat in the parking lot than driving home for my burger would be stone cold before I arrived. Besides, nuked fast food is even worse than normal. Eating my food I stared straight ahead lost in a fog. Meeting Judy’s daughter only made it worse for my mind so once I scarfed down the burger I decided to go home where I could eat the salad. My hand reached for the key in the ignition when I heard a knock on the window. It startled me so much that I might have jumped if I wasn’t sitting down. As it was I managed to spill my iced tea all over myself. Looking up I saw that it was Judy’s daughter. I rolled down my window so she could talk to me as I attempted to blot my pants dry with a couple of napkins. She seemed to find that amusing and got a laugh at my expense.

“Hey, can I talk to you a minute?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered.

As soon as I spoke she moved around to the passenger door and stood waiting until I unlocked it. She sat in the passenger seat and for the first time I realized how tiny she was. Her feet barely reached the floor and her head didn’t reach the top of the seat. Once she’d made herself comfortable she turned to me and spoke. Her words were rushed and came out in a breathless manner.

“First let me apologize for calling you an asshole even if I didn’t know I was talking about you at the time. My Mom kind of told me what’s happening at the job and I’m just so pissed off about it. After my parents divorced we moved here to the city for a new start and it was tough in the beginning on me. Now I have friends and a job, even if it’s just in a fast food joint. Things seemed okay and I wanted to start college in the fall. Now my Mom might lose her job. It just sucks is all.”

“Okay no problem, apology accepted. By the way my name is Peter Daniels and your nametag says your name is Alicia, so it’s nice to meet you Alicia. Listen, I understand that life isn’t fair and this is proof of that. No matter what, I have to tell someone that they no longer have a job. If it works out for your mom then it will still be someone else kicked to the curb and I have to do internet casino it.”

“Well that’s what I really wanted to talk to you about. My Mom really needs this job bad and she really doesn’t know many people in the city who could help her find another one. I was wondering if there was ANYTHING I could do to convince you to keep her on.”

She fluttered her eyelashes at me while she said that and I found myself trying to figure out how to respond when the next thing I knew I felt her hand touching my leg. It was tentative at first but as Alicia found her courage she squeezed it as her hand crept upward until it encountered both my ‘package’ and my wet pants. Her big brown eyes met mine as she groped me between my legs.

“You’re all wet here from spilling your drink so maybe if I rub hard enough I can help dry your pants.”

It was pretty obvious what she meant and she immediately put her words into action. My manhood swelled in my trousers as her small warm hand vigorously worked back and forth on my growing bulge. Alicia smiled at me as her hand continued its rapid movement causing me to have a full blown erection.

“Hmm, it’s having a reaction, no doubt about that. Maybe what it really needs is some fresh air.”

The fingers on her other hand tugged at my zipper, pulling it down slowly. This roused me to action as I’d just been sitting there in a state of shock while enjoying her manual stimulation. I pulled her hand off my zipper but her other hand slipped inside both my trousers and boxers. When Alicia touched my hard cock my resolve to resist her crumbled like a crushed cookie. She managed to work my erection out of my fly and into the light of day, or rather evening.

“Nice piece,” Alicia said in an apparently sincere tone before she leaned down and kissed the swollen head.

I let out a gasp at which point she turned her eyes up at me and winked. Her lips began to kiss me up and down the full length of my erection. Alicia tugged at it next, freeing the whole length from its captivity. Once it was all out she opened her lips wide and took it inside her mouth. Slowly she slid her wet lips down the skin as she swallowed more of me into her mouth. Her tongue was licking the underside just below the head and I could feel pre-cum seeping out of me into her welcoming mouth.

Alicia’s long hair cascaded down obscuring my view of what she was doing though I obviously could feel it fine. My hand pulled her strands of hair together so I could watch her head bob up and down on me. Alicia took me as deep as her mouth was able to and now worked her hand inside my fly so that she could fondle my balls. While she caressed them she increased the speed of her mouth on me as well when suddenly I felt my stomach tighten and my nuts tense up.

“I can’t take it – I’m cumming,” I cried out but she took me even deeper when she heard this.

It had been a while since I’d cum and I erupted with the force of a volcano. Alicia seemed surprised at the amount of thick, white spunk that filled her mouth but she doggedly continued sucking until my prick was spent. She had a big smile on her pretty face as she pulled off me and wiped away any stray bit of cum that escaped her mouth. She did a quick look in the mirror to make sure she hadn’t missed any and when satisfied of that fact her tongue sensuously ran along her red lips.

“How was that?” she asked me though we both already knew the answer.

“What can I say but incredible,” I told her in reply.

“Do you think maybe my Mom can keep her job now?”

There was no way I could fight this at the moment so I just nodded affirmatively at her. Alicia smiled before leaning close to me where she could whisper in my ear.

“I’m on break now but I get off at nine. I’d like to thank you properly for what you’re doing so why don’t you pick me up then.”

She gave me a quick kiss then climbed out of the car and ran back toward the entrance as my eyes followed her closely. Damn, what had I let myself in for I thought as I started the car. During the drive home my mind went back and forth about what had already happened and the possibility of doing more with Alicia. I knew I was wrong for allowing it to happen in the first place but it was already water under the bridge I thought as a way of justifying going further. Since I was already risking my job by having sex with Alicia I might as well see what her plans were.

Once I reached home I did a fast tidying up of my apartment just in case before jumping into the shower then changing my clothes to more casual ones. The clock was fast approaching nine when I pulled back into the parking lot and pulled into a corner. In around ten minutes Alicia came out and headed over to me. Her long hair was now held in a ponytail with a scrunchy and she was wearing tight, black jeans and a tee shirt. It fit her like a glove and though Alicia was pretty flat chested her nipples showed prominently making me believe she wasn’t wearing a bra. She slid next to me and greeted me with a kiss. Her lips felt soft against mine and she now smelled of perfume, Poison I believe it was, as we kissed passionately. After a minute or two, I broke the kiss for I was becoming very aroused making out with this tempting teenager.

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