Scheduling

The store manager was working on the schedule. She was hot woman about forty years of age.

John told Naomi to go get her sexy coworker and meet him back in the office.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" asked an annoyed Heather. "This is my office, you don't...."

John paused her. He hit the assign button and spoke into Heather's ear: "Submissive, nymphomaniac bukkake addict," giving her a new role in life along with her career.

He unpaused her.

"...just walk in here, and..."

"Stop talking," ordered John.

Namoi shut up.

"Naomi and her coworker are going to quit, but you are going to give them two weeks pay. If you are not authorized to do that, you will take it out of your own money. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, after work, go to a college bar and indulge in your bukkake fetish. You do now what bukkake is, right?"

"No, but I do know I crave it," she said. "It's weird."

"Bukkake is getting your face and head coated with semen, lots and lots of semen."

Heather blushed and swallowed. "I'm going to give you my phone number. After you have had at least eight guys cum on you face and in your hair, text me a selfie and await further instruction."

"Yes sir."

John gave her his number just as Naomi came back. "Ugh, Laney said she needed Heather's permission to leave her register."

John rolled his eyes. "Heather, come with us."

They found Laney checking out a customer.

.