An engineer about to be laid off

Chris knew what was coming. Janet wouldn't set a meeting for late afternoon on a Friday to let him know he'd been promoted or was getting a raise.

Still, meeting her after everyone but security had left the building suited him just fine. The meeting wasn't going to go the way Janet planned. Chris set the little mechanical fly on the back of his shoulder, started the three minute timer on the app on his smart watch and went in.

Janet gave him a perfunctory greeting and an insincere smile and invited him to sit. The 50-something redhead didn’t beat around the bush and Chris wondered if three minutes was too long.

But naturally Janet's desire to get rid of him quickly was in competition with her desire to justify the decision by enumerating his deficiencies as an employee and the wastefulness of his budget decisions. That latter desire won out and she was just getting warmed up when he heard the tiny, high-pitched buzz of the fly launching itself from his shoulders and seeking the nearest person giving of female pheromones.

Chris smiled and nodded, not really listening to a thing his erstwhile boss had to say until she said "OW!" and slapped a hand to the back of her neck.

Chris immediately faked a look of concern. He wasn't. Not for his fly, certainly. It was programmed to jump back immediately upon releasing its payload, faster than any human could react, and it was already circling several feet above Janet's head.

But acting concerned about Janet was all part of the plan.

"Are you okay, Janet? What happened?" He asked.

"Something bit me!" She said, incredulous, rubbing at the injection site and looking around in confusion until she located the fly. "It’s up there!"

"I see it!" Chris said. "Is that a horse fly? Ouch! That much have really hurt!"

"No, not so bad..." Janet said, blinking more rapidly than usual, her voice softening and confused. "Just...surprising... where it bit me feels really warm... but it doesn't hurt..."

"Well let me see if I can get it, " Chris said and grabbed a newspaper out of her recycling bin and tried to swat at the thing. As programmed, it buzzed safely out of reach, he kept swatting to give the pharmaceutical cocktail he'd been wasting his budget on to work its magic.

He tapped the button on his smart watch that told his toy to return to the little dock in the side of it and slammed the Wall Street Journal against the wall just as the buzzing stopped.

"Got it!" Chris declared, grinning back at his boss.

"My hero!" Janet proclaimed, eyes dilated and unfocused, squirming in her chair.

"Are you sure you're ok, Janet?" He said. "Let me see the bite."

Without waiting for permission, he positioned himself behind her, brushed her hair out of the way and started rubbing the injection site, further working thw **** into her system.

"Oh poor Janet!" He exclaimed. "Does this make it feel any better? "

"Yeeessss!" She said in a thick, ragged voice. "Soooo niiiiicccce."

"Oh I'm so glad I can help make you feel better, Janet," he said, transitioning to rub her shoulders and glance down her blouse. Bitch that she was, Chris had nothing but good opinions of her rack.

She whimpered.

"Are you sure you're okay, Janet?" He asked. "How do you feel?"

"Hot," she said, tugging at her blouse. "So hot..."

A couple buttons came loose, improving his view.

"Careful there Janet, " he warned her. "You're about to give me a show."

"Give you... a show?" She asked, her head lolling around to look up at me with dilated eyes.

"Your blouse is coming open," he clarified.

"My blouse," she repeated looking down to see her jugs. "My boobs... guys like my big boobs..."

She stood up and faced Chris and gave another big pull on her blouse, overwhelming two more buttons.

"Do you like my big boobs, Chris? " she asked.

Of course he did.