Chapter 5 by baggo

What do you do with Greta?

Cum inside her and fire her.

You've enjoyed yourself with the hot blonde, and the shower has cleaned off the filth on the outside of your battered old body, but inside, you're still just as dirty.

"Shut up, Greta. You're a shit barista, and honestly, a mean bitch. You deserve everything you're getting, girl." With that, you unload your spunk, thick and smelly, in the poor blonde barista's pussy.

"Oh, no! No! Why?! WHY???" Greta shrieks, spinning around, her fists pounding at your chest in frustration. You can't exactly sue her for it, since this kinda shit is all legal now, but you can still fire her ass.

"Fuck you, Greta. You're fired. Maybe you'll learn to treat people who have less than you with a little more respect. Or not, but either way, fuck you."

Greta, sopping wet, your cum dripping out of her pussy, kneels on the shower floor, the water running over her pretty features and dripping into her sobbing lips, all over her heaving tits. The beautiful young woman was working her part-time job this morning, and now she's been stripped, ****, possibly impregnated, and then fired. She's destroyed.

Slowly, she begins to straighten up, and stop sobbing. Eventually, she looks up at you, still shivering and wet, and finds her voice. "Fine... fuck this job anyway. You know, other jobs don't require shit like this topless uniform or anything. I'll find a better job anyway. Fuck... fuck this place, and fuck you too, Mr. Al."

As Greta walks out of the Employee shower, wearing only a sopping wet apron, you think on her words for a minute. She makes a good point. You've changed the rules of the nation a bit, but mostly, just this cafe. Perhaps it's time to pick some other organisations to write some rules for.