Chapter 6 by baggo

What's your next rule? What organisation?

'Nah, fuck you more, Greta.' Write some rules for the unemployment agency.

As Greta's pretty ass walks out, you decide you're not done with her. You pull out the notebook, flipping to the next page, and adding the header:

US Unemployment Agency

New Rule: Anyone fired while naked or wet is required to submit naked, wet photographs for all official documentation, as well as a letter of apology to their former employer.

It's definitely petty, but you don't feel like putting much thought into this bitch, just taking her down a few more pegs.

New Rule: Anyone impregnated on the job is required to pay back unemployment, with interest.

Fuck Greta. Fuck her uppity bitch self. These are new rules, too, so she'll know they're new, just for her arrival, and will either curse her luck, or maybe curse you directly, for her terrible new situation.

You think about it, realising you're really taking this petty thing way too far. You've already had your way with her. Why use the rulebook to torment the pretty bitch when you can use it to write rules for your own enjoyment. As you put the pen to the paper, though, you realise this is your enjoyment.

New Rule: Blondes who've been fired must claim unemployment in person, topless.

You laugh to yourself, getting hard again just knowing you're fucking the bitch over, even if you never see the results of your rules. As you put the notebook away in your bag, though, Greta, dripping soapy water and cum, scurries back into the cafe from the street.

"Please don't fire me, VP Al, please! Let me resign or something. I... I can't handle my bills. I'll be ruined. Please, VP, have some mercy." She sniffles, kneels, and looks up at you. "I'm just a girl. I didn't realize how...mean I was to you, before you were VP of Operations."

Cindy, the redhead barista, and Beatrice, the goth who's always had a smile for you, are watching, eyes wide, as poor Greta, soapy, naked, and wet, begs for your mercy in the middle of the cafe.