An Average Day at Work

The documentary continues with an establishment shot of Francis standing next to a King Donald, a local fast-food chain. He is in full uniform. A hideous red and yellow striped shirt, drab black slacks, and a visor hat.

"It's hard for an EDP to find work. Despite being covered by the Equal Opportunity Act most employers find a reason not to hire people with my condition." Francis narrates.

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The camera jumps to a dark-skinned man in his late fifties. He appears to be a King Donald manager, judging from his formal dress shirt. The man is losing his hair and overweight. Hardly the picture of health and vitality.

The words Carl Pugh, King Donald General Manager appears beneath his image.

"Why did you hire Francis?" Robin asked.

"He showed up on time to his interview. Gave me the impression he was a good worker. And said that he was willing to work second shift." Carl explained.

"So, Francis being an EDP didn't factor into your decision to hire him at all?"

"To be honest, I didn't even know Francis was an EDP until his first day of work."

"And what kind of worker is Francis?"

"A damn good one in my opinion. I'm personally glad to have him as part of the team."

"So, Francis being an EDP has had no effect on his work performance?"

"Well, I wouldn't go as far as to say that. We have to make a lot of accommodations for him. Both when scheduling his shifts and for his treatments."

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The documentary cuts to Francis roughly using a pregnant brunette in the dinner's breakroom. The woman looks to be in her early twenties, with generous tits that swing wildly as she's fucked.

"Francis requires sexual release every three hours. While at work this duty usually falls to his shift supervisor Susan Fri." Robin explains in a voice over.

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Another cut. This time to a fully dressed Susan Fri. She pretty, with dark brown eyes, and long dark hair. Her button shirt is marked in several places by stubborn grease stains.

"As the shift supervisor it my job to service Francis during his treatments." Susan explained.

"And how long have you been servicing Francis?"

"Since he was hired on." She put a hand on her growing belly. "Five months, one week, and three days ago."

"Can you please explain what you do to service Francis?"

"Fuck him mostly. Though if I had known pregnancy was all but guaranteed with an EDP I would never have let him into my pants. Well, maybe my butt, but definitely not my pussy."

"So, you weren't aware you would get pregnant if you fuck Francis?"

"No. All I got was 'He's an EDP so take him into the backroom every three hours and jack him off or something, so we don't get sued'."

"And who told you this?"

"Duh, who do you think? My boss."

"It looks like you did more than jack Francis off."

"Well, I didn't know he could get me pregnant on the first go!" Susan fussed. "I wish I'd never suggested it."

"So, it was your idea to have sex with Francis?"

"Well, I though fucking an EDP would make for a cool story. You know it's not every day you get to save a man's life."