They continue and do so ruthlessly.

Later that Monday morning, Lauren was good on her word. When she was done masturbating and her office and wiping herself up with Kleenex and tossing them away like a horny teenager she hold up the talent reports that she had custom created by the branch's tech-geek.

It was not looking good for either Nicole or Allison. Looking down the report, Laura knew that you needed to do something quickly in order to get rid of Anna and Elle. Those two we're bringing down the other two. Not just in their performance, but also in the quality of the bank's appearance. Lauren new first-hand that sex cells more than knowledge. Or so she thinks. Ignoring Lori's report, she had already surpassed Lauren's output as lead loan officer. She may not be hitting the home runs at Lauren used to, but it was through her acquisition and persistent work ethic that she was able to convince many smaller, but more secure people to apply for loans. Lori was successful just like Elle and Anna.

The Two Towers did not fit in with Lauren idea of success. Looking down at herself she stares at her big looking tits and giggles. "These big girls get Lauren whatever she wants... The girl with the best chest always wins in the end. And now I am better than Alison and Nicole. But they are still usable because all of those lonely husbands that walk in here I want to see girls like them. Young, flirtatious and beautiful young women with nice big succulent tits. I know they imagine taking those girls shirts off so I don't care how long it takes them to count money or how many mistakes they make. They bring the customers in. They bring in the important customers. The ones that make the real decisions in the house. The women will see whoever they can they don't care. Alan Anna need to go. Anna is fat and Elle has a twig and they both have flat chests." Lauren says, reminding herself of her own Manifesto to success. Opening the report she casually copied and pasted over the name so yet again Elle and Anna look like the culprits to decreasing customer satisfaction scores at the front and increased banking errors at the tills.

Printing off a couple of generic performance improvement plans, Lauren know that HR only needs a couple more for each before she can see her dream come true of those two women getting fired. Before she didn't mind them because she was able to overwhelm them with her beauty and feminine figure. But now that she is able to dominate women that are supposedly in her class, she has no more need for such losers. During the printer were a few feet away, Lauren pushes her chair across the floor, too lazy to stand up to grab them. When she does she Wills herself back behind your desk and fills in the blanks with her own recommendation to go along with the ones recommended by human resources at this point. Satisfied oh, she pushes her chair back for the final time and stands up. Grabbing her skirt she wiggles it down to hide the evidence around the seat before grabbing them and walking to the door.

Walking across the lobby to the teller's stand, Lauren is holding the papers with a smug look on her face. Aiming her big and now pointy tits in that general direction of Elle and Anna, she finds even more pleasure when both of their faces fall.

"Fuck... Here she comes." Anna moans.

"With those papers again." Elle adds.

"I honestly don't understand how any of this is working. I count my drawer down every night and I am never short. I checked my balances of deposits and withdrawals against what the computer says and I am spotting. Yet when Lauren shows up everything looks different. I don't understand." Anna says but before she can get an answer from her co-worker, Lauren is walking up from behind.

"Anna. We need to talk. Would you like to do it here or in private?" Lauren asks,, turn just enough so she can see the reactions of Alison and Nicole who are both smiling smugly and posing like high school popular girls.

"Here is fine..." Anna says almost rolling her eyes.

"Good. I have some reports that I need to go over with you. They are not looking good. It seems like every recommendation that I have made in concurrence with human resources is being ignored or you're unable to comply as directed. As you can see by these reports..." Lauren starts to go over everything line by line, not batting an eyelash.

As Lauren reads numbers that make absolutely no sense to Anna, or Elle who is standing one desk over, both are staring at the blond bombshell manager. From her hair to her toes, she looks every bit the part of someone who knows what they are doing. Even her tone is professional. As Lauren goes over the pages and shows with her pointed finger, her other hand migrates to her waist and gently pushes her jacket open. When she does she subtly exposes her tight white blouse. Sticking out along either side of the row of buttons are the two big boobs with hard nipples that instantly send a shiver down both girl's spine. Normally such a sight is attractive, but right now they are downright intimidating as they seemingly point slightly up as if they are too good for anyone. But it is Anna who cannot help but notice that the floral pattern of lace that is somewhat showing through the fabric continues down and down. It takes her a few minutes but then she understands.

Lauren is wearing more than just a bra. In fact she isn't wearing a bra at all. If Anna didn't know better, it looks like the busty and curvy blonde bombshell is wearing a girdle! Glancing at Elle, Anna motions with her eyes and a slight tilt of her head to take a look.

Coughing into her hand, Elle does just that. Picking up a stack of papers she decides to go to the filing cabinets along the wall behind them and put them away. Opening the drawer she glances at Lauren from behind and is kind of shocked to see a more uni-butt display then the more bulbous cheeks from just last week. Returning to her desk, Elle give Anna a little wink.

"I am giving you until Friday to stop making these mistakes or you will be terminated. I already have human resources permission." Lauren says and then seeing Elle, she gives her a cross look. "The same goes for you too. Both of you has seemingly fallen off the cliff since the changes that went into effect last month. If you want I can read it to you or you can just sign and we can get on with our day."

Not even bothering to answer, Elle holds out her hand and takes the offered write up and signs it without so much as batting an eyelash. Handing it back she knows that is all. It. Looking from Lauren to the two busty girls behind her, she knows exactly what Lauren is doing. She is fucking them over so she can hire more girls like herself! Little waists, big boobs and little brains.

"Thanks." Lauren says and then turns and walks away, swinging her hips like she always does. Strolling back across the lobby she goes right to Frank's office and delivers the write-ups to the branch manager himself.

"I can't wait to see those bitches gone..." Nicole says sounding every bit the mean girl.

"Me too. They suck at their job really bad." Allison says sounding just like a ditz. "And they can't even like fill out a bra..."

"Losers..."

"Totally."

Still talking shit, both Nicole and Allison are looking down at themselves with pride. Both have nice, jutting and youthful breasts that are big and plump!

By the end of the day, Victoria had had enough. Walking through the kitchen, she walks right up to Angie, Becky and Crystal. "I need to speak to the three of you in my office before you go home. Preferably today."

Looking at each other, the three women untie their aprons and set them on the bar and follow their manager to the office in the back. Before they walk into the office, they pass by the lockers. They used to be in the office when Bill was the manager but since Victoria has taken over, she is ordered that they stay in the hallway even if it is a fire code violation. Walking into the now open door that has Victoria's name plate stuck to it, Angie, Becky and Crystal walk into an office that they have not stepped foot in over a month.

Gone is the old wood paneling and decayed look of white paint. Gone is the old desk too. Now the room has a fresh coat of pink paint and mahogany wainscoting wrapping around the walls. The desk Victoria occupies now is fancy and big. Made of solid wood, it is very reminiscent of a desk for an executive of the Gilded Age. It is as big, gaudy and egotistical as Victoria and her giant hooters.

"Take a seat." Victoris states as she sits behind her desk with proper and perfect posture. Sticking out between the lapels of her little blazer are the two blouse exploding boobies and a little bit of cleavage sticking out from the unbuttoned portion.

Opposite of the desk are exactly three chairs. They are not comfortable, even though they look the part. Sitting down the three women look at each other and then look at their boss wondering what is coming now.

"I suppose I am regretfully informing you that the three of you are now no longer going to be employed at Al's Steakhouse. You have failed to improve as servers and now even your tips have taken a dive. Also over the last week I saw a few things that I told you all to pay attention to. Becky your wig almost fell off into a customer's plate. Angie, your breasts are more of a nuisance than a benefit. I have told you repeatedly to cover them up or wear a more supportive bra and you refused to do so. Crystal. I have just had way too many complaints about your poor attitude. I even had one woman say that the way you dress is so inappropriate that she will be refusing to bring her children here unless I let you go. I am not in the business of losing customers. I am also not in the business of keeping under performing waitstaff. That's why I cut your tables. Even then nothing seems to motivate you so get out."

It may have been long-winded, but it was as thorough as it was brutal. Looking at their now former boss with wide open eyes, the three women are in complete shock. Never did they expect Victoria to fire them. Maybe make their life hell for a couple more weeks, but the fire them? Preposterous! But seeing the hard stare and the Imperial Point of the Empress' endowments, all three ladies stood up, turned and walked out in a single file.

Grabbing their belongings from their lockers, they cannot help but walk out with their heads hanging in a little bit of shame. Walking right through the entire restaurant, their only exit is through the front door and when they pass, everyone is looking at them. No one is going to miss them, no one more than Michelle. She had to deal with those three bitches for years and their nasty and snotty attitudes so she was very happy to see them gone finally. Why did it Victoria take so long to get it done? Something told her Al was still pushing for the three original hires that helped him open.

Michelle's gut instinct was correct and it took Victoria going topless in order to convince Al to fire the bitches finally. It took her showing off her naked tits so he could make a decision that would ultimately benefit his business!

Out in the parking lot, The Three Amigos look at each other slightly depressed with Angie being more angry than sad.

"Maybe we were too hard on her." Becky says after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah, we said a lot of nasty things." Crystal adds, nodding her head in agreement with Becky.

"Not like the bitch didn't deserve it..." Angie grumbles. Looking at her friends she gives them both a hard look as she pushes herself from the trunk of her car and stands firmly. "Before Victoria got here, we were doing exactly what we were told to do. Under Bill we were doing good work too. Now that Vicki is the manager all of a sudden we suck and since day one she has been hiring idiots to do the job that professionals should be doing. She isn't being smart, she is thinking only about ****. As a manager she should be bigger than that."

"Turning tables during dinner rush is more important then growing each ticket. Eventually customers are going to stop wanting to wait and they will just eat somewhere else." Becky says trying to sound agreeable.

Looking at both of them, Crystal knows that growing each ticket is the better way. Customers will wait if the food and the service is good enough. However she simply nods. The only reason she did not participate was because her two friends browbeat her into defying it.

"We need to embarrass her somehow. Take her down a few pegs." Angie says out loud, but more or less to herself.

Across the street at the bank, Anna and Elle are feeling the exact same way. There was something fishy a foot about Lauren and those performance improvement plans that she kept shoving down their throats. Now their jobs are on the line and they know that Friday will be their last day. They have until the end of the week do something about it. Both of these women needed their jobs. Looking at the old station where Lori used to work, they both look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

"It's worth a shot..."

Being that Lauren is gone and her office door is closed, Ellen Adam both need their station and walk down to where Lauren's office used to be. Tapping on the door, they are let in and upon entering Anna turns, closes it and locks it.

Sitting at her desk, Lori looks up from the loan paperwork she is working on and at the two women inquisitively. "May I ask what is going on?" With her glasses resting on the tip of her nose, the elderly stateswoman has a calming yet maternal feel about her as she sets her pen down and folds her hands across the top of the desk.

"We think that Lauren is trying to give us the boot. She has been giving us performance improvement plans and has now told us that if we do not show dramatic improvement by Friday that she will be terminating us." Elle explains.

"For what?"

Standing behind her friend quietly, Anna finally speaks up, but barely. "For poor customer service scores and monetary losses."

Sitting back in her chair, Lori takes a minute to think before replying. "Have you noticed any discrepancies when counting down your drawers at the end of your day? How are your reconciliations?"

"Spot on and we have both been asking our customers how we have been doing and we never hear any complaints. The other two on the other hand are always making mistakes and correcting themselves in front of the customer. Also some of their customers seem to get irritated with that because it takes them so long to process a simple withdrawal or or a deposit." Elle says, showing frustration as she recants the last month.

Pausing to listen again, Lori taps her desk now with her fingers. " do you have access to your customer service scores and to your cash out? If not then Lauren is hiding them from you and probably setting you guys up to take a fall. It is no secret that she has never liked any of us. We have never truly fit in with her ideal."

"Yeah well neither does she!" Anna blurts out in protest. The moment she realizes she said it aloud, Anna covers her mouth nervously and looks around hoping that the assistant branch manager didn't hear her. Being in the back of the bank and in a very private office, it is highly unlikely.

Hearing this, Lori lifts a sole eyebrow as Elle turns and looks at Anna in surprise.

"I have always had my suspicions." Lori says after a minute or two of silence. Taking her glasses off she sets them on her desk and allows herself to smile. It is not often she does. " that woman is a glutton. She is always going across the street for lunch or having takeout delivered. Also for such a deceptively narrow waist her face is certainly round."

"Anna and I think she is wearing a girdle. We saw a floral pattern to her shirt when she was giving us our final pip's a few minutes ago." Elle says with a confident smile.

Sitting at her desk, Lori slowly stands up still smiling at the two young women. "Then I guess you two had better find some proof before Friday."

"Why?" Both girls ask in unison, both with confused and questioning expressions on their faces.

"You'll see..."