Take care of his job

When Tom got back to his office he found Sandy happily reading the company's training manual. "I see you're studying the policies for new editors."

She smiled brightly and nodded. "Yes, sir! Did you explain everything to Janeece?"

Tom was a little shocked. Not that the young woman was so calm, at this point he accepted that his command to relax about the Janeece situation would work. He was surprised by the "sir". Sandy's parents must have raised her to be extra respectful because she was the only person in the company who ever referred to him that way. All the other employees were half his age but thought they had a right to call him by his first name. He liked the "sir".

"Yeah, I got everything worked out with Janeece. I pointed out that she's done much worse than what you did, so she's not going to say anything. Still, you might not want to mention the handjob to anyone else, just in case they don't understand."

Sandy put her hand to her mouth and made a motion of pulling a zipper across it. Then she blushed and shyly said, "Um, I didn't get a chance to finish that handjob. Do you want me to?"

Such a polite girl! Tom actually felt bad that there was no way he could possibly get his cock up again so soon after blowing his load in Janeece. "No, but thank you for offering. Let's get started with your training. The first thing you need to remember about editing is not to trust the computer's grammar checking software. It will often..."

Tom worked with the new junior editor until lunch time, when she left to eat with some of her friends. Tom pulled a sandwich out of a drawer of his desk. He really wished his office was big enough for a minifridge and a microwave so he could have a hot lunch. There was no way he'd use the office kitchen, too many of the other employees liked to hang out in there, and he couldn't stand listening to another conversation about whatever reality TV show was popular right now.

Right when he put the sandwich to his lips, the door to his office flew open.

"Hey Tom!" said Brandon. "You coming to Josh's farewell lunch?"

"Josh is leaving?" Tom was sincerely disappointed. At 32, Josh was the oldest employee at the company besides Tom himself, and he was almost bearable. "Where's he going?"

"BCW snatched him up. I'm actually hoping he can put in a good word with them for me. I'll let them know that you can't make it." Brandon left, closing the door just a little too hard and making the walls shake.

Tom looked down at his soggy sandwich and wondered which restaurant they were going to. He didn't actually want to spend an hour with these people, but it felt like Brandon only asked him so that he could say he asked everyone.

The way that Brandon had barged in made Tom think about Janeece barging in, which got him thinking about the weird stuff with his phone again. He hadn't forgotten it, he'd just put it aside to give his brain a chance to absorb all the weirdness. Now that he had a moment alone, he decided to work on the problem some more.

The first thing he did was send out a message to the whole company on slack.

• Nobody come into Tom's office without knocking first. It is rude and he deserves respect.

He couldn't think of a good way to test that, but hopefully it would stick. Next, he tried changing networks. This was a jumbled nightmare that took most of his lunch break. In the end he had to do some weird stuff with shady apps that let him emulate having two sim cards. Luckily, the jailbreaking had actually worked and he was able to install the apps. He set things up so that he could use his phone normally when he wanted to or switch to the MP network.

Soon after he'd switched back to his regular network, he got a call from Mr. Roberts, the owner of the company.

"Hi, Tom. I just thought I'd check in and see how training our newest junior editor was going."

"Oh, very well," said Tom. "She's extremely eager to learn. Also, very respectful, which is a nice change of pace."

"Un huh, sure," responded his boss. "Actually, there's one other thing. I know you're going to be busy training her all day, so we'll put it off until tomorrow morning. Come by my office then."

"Alright. What for?"

Mr. Roberts' voice got way too chipper and bright. "Oh, don't worry about it! We'll discuss it in the morning! First thing! See you then!"

Tom's boss hung up without waiting for a reply.

"Shit," said Tom. Then he looked at his phone intensely. He switched to the MP network and called his boss back.

"Yes?" said Mr. Roberts in a bland, emotionless voice.

"Hi, this is Tom again. I just wanted to clarify something. What is this meeting tomorrow really about?"

"I'm going to fire you."

All the wind went out of Tom. He wasn't surprised, but he was still angry. "Why?"

"I really should have fired you a decade ago. We're a small company and we can't afford dead weight, but you've been a drag on the company for a long time. I never did it before now because you were my first employee and firing you felt like admitting to a mistake that I made a long time ago. I just can't ignore the poor work you've been doing. Also, the other employees hate you, especially the women. They try to be nice about it, but I can tell they think you're creepy. It puts them off, and it's been getting worse for years."

"Oh, come on! I have some good qualities too, right?"

"Yes. I like how they call you 'the old man'."

Tom paused for a moment. "But you're much older than me. You're almost seventy."

"That's why I like that they call you that, not me."

Tom slumped in his chair. Obviously he'd successfully switched back to the MP network. There's no way his boss would be this brutally honest. "Chuck, let's ignore everyone else for a moment. What do you think of me?"

"I've never really been able to stand you. You're boring as hell and not as smart as you think you are."

'Well, fuck you too, old friend,' thought Tom. He'd been working for Mr. Roberts since he got out of college, and he'd thought that almost thirty years of service would have bought a little loyalty. The anger he'd had earlier started to rise up again, and he felt like indulging it some more. "Chuck, what are you doing right now?"

"I'm in my office, going over some timelines with Angelique."

Angelique was Mr. Rogers' secretary, a stunningly beautiful French woman. She did have quite a temper, though.

"Chuck, offer to eat her ass."

"Why?"

"Because it's an incredible ass and you'd really enjoy eating it."

"Alright."

Tom had to take a moment to breathe. He was giddy. He knew that this was insane, but he didn't care. Nobody else could see these messages or see a record of this call, nobody could trace this back to him. Yes, he'd just caused a world of trouble for his boss, lawsuits and public humiliation, possibly losing the company. Fuck him, he was about to fire Tom anyway.

After a minute, Tom needed an update. He asked, "What are you doing now?"

"Eating Angelique's ass."

Tom was shocked. This wasn't what he'd expected. He quietly said, "She wasn't mad when you suggested that?"

"No, she was pleasantly surprised. I haven't fucked her since I had my heart attack, and I'd never offered to eat ass before."

This was a huge revelation. Charles Roberts had always acted like his wife and family were the most important things in the world to him. Spending time with them was the reason he'd never put in the long hours to grow the company enough to hold onto promising young employees. Now it appeared that he'd been sleeping with his sexy secretary, at least until his medical problems.

"Describe it."

"I'm sitting in my chair," said Mr. Roberts in his dull, expressionless voice. "She's bent over my desk, but she's turned around enough to look back at me. Her dress is pulled up around her waist and her panties are down around her thighs. I've got my tongue deep inside her asshole. She seems to like it a lot, and I'm pretending that I like it, too."

"Don't pretend. You love it. You're a total ass man now. This has you hornier than you've been in years. You don't want to have sex ever again, you just want to eat ass. Tell her that you want to do this every day."

"Alright."

Tom leaned back in his chair, inadvertently bumping his head on the wall behind him. "Ow!" He rubbed his head and thought about the hot, dark haired French woman bent over a desk, her ass being licked enthusiastically. She was undeniably hot, often wearing tight dresses that showed off her deep cleavage and big ass, but she'd always been a total bitch to anyone who had commented on her looks. Apparently Chuck was the exception, and she didn't mind letting him eat her ass. Tom was semi-hard thinking about it, but he knew that was all he was going to manage after his morning activities.

"How is it going?" asked Tom.

"Extremely well. She really liked my offer to eat her ass every day. I have an erection for the first time in two years. I'm standing and bending over now because she told me to spank myself. She just yelled 'harder' and I don't know if she meant lick harder or spank myself harder, so I'm doing both. She seems very happy. She just came. I'm incredibly worked up. I'm about to cum, too. I just came. Now my pants are a mess and I can't leave the office for awhile."

Hearing Mr. Roberts describe cumming in such a bland voice was a mind-fuck. Tom shook it off and said, "Tell her to get straightened up and deliver a message to me. Don't let her do it on the computer or the phone, make her come to my office. Tell her that instead of meeting me in the morning, you want to take me to lunch tomorrow, your treat. Make it some place fancy and expensive."

"I will do that," said Mr. Roberts.

Tom hung up and waited. He ate the last of the fruit cup that he'd packed with his lunch.

After five minutes, there was a loud knock on the door.

Tom realized he couldn't actually remember the last time someone had stopped to knock. The message to the whole company must have worked. "Come in!"

Angelique opened the door, but didn't bother to come in. She just stared at him and said in her sexy French accent, "Mr. Roberts has moved your meeting tomorrow. He is taking you to lunch."

"Okay, thank-" said Tom, but the secretary closed the door on him before he could finish.

Tom spent the rest of the workday training Sandy. She picked everything up quickly.

He stopped and got some take-out on the way home. He watched a couple of shows and wondered what he would do tomorrow. He'd bought some time by moving his meeting with Mr. Roberts, so he wasn't worried about that. Overall, he felt pretty good about the very weird day he'd had.