Yeah, he was pissed... but careful

"HR told me that the company wanted to pursue new directions," Rick said. "Texas is an 'at will' employment state where companies are allowed to fire employees for any reason at any time. So, yeah, I was pissed when they laid me off but I understand there's nothing I can do about it."

Well, he was pissed and Texas state law was notoriously unfriendly to employees so only the last part was a lie. And he certainly didn't intend to tell some stranger who knew more about him than she should, all about his rudimentary plans to get his revenge.

"Keep rubbing," she said. "It's funny that you were able to get your massage license so quickly. Most marketing managers don't have the spare time to take a 500 hour massage therapy program while they're working."

He stopped rubbing. "Okay lady. You're obviously not here for a massage so tell me what's really going on. Because if you're planning on blackmailing me or something like that, you've got the wrong guy."

She laughed. "Come on, Rick. Rub my cunt. I like the way it feels."

A part of him wanted to rub her cunt all right. Rub it with gasoline or something like that. Another part suggested that killing old ladies was probably not the right answer, especially old ladies who walked into his studio and put themselves at his apparent mercy. If she was sharp enough to know so much, she'd be sharp enough to have left plenty of evidence in case anything happened to her. Besides, Rick wasn't sure he was capable of killing, especially not killing in cold blood.

So he rubbed her pussy, looked for those lines of pleasure, squeezed her lips and traced feather-touches along her clitoris until she shuddered, moaned, and convulsed under his touch.

"How did that feel?" she demanded when she'd finished.

"It looked like it felt nice for you."

"Yeah, it was great. How about for you?"

"I felt like a whore. Is that what you're looking for."

She laughed. "Exactly, Rick. I'm an attorney. I handle sexual abuse cases and there are dozens of them coming from bio-DNA but somehow every judge in the area simply dismisses the complaints."

"What do you expect. You're in Texas. Companies own the legislature and companies fund the campaigns the judges have to run for their reelection."

"There's something more. And I want to know what it is. And I think you can help me. You're the first management-level employee I've been able to track down that can give me an insight into the company."

He took a deep breath. He didn't trust her, didn't like her, certainly didn't appreciate the way she was holding his lack of a massage license over his head. But he also realized she had been trying to teach him an instructive lesson--what the young women at bio-DNA, including, he realized, his secretary Amy, went through was something similar to what Barbara had put him through just now. Except they had to put up with it every day, and they had to smile and pretend to like it or be out of their jobs. "We can meet for lunch tomorrow. Pick someplace nice because you're buying."

She smiled at him, pulled a towel over her dry pussy and nodded. "I'll call you, Rick. You're making the right decision."