Penalized by the Employer Camgirl’s Journal
A Sexual Narrative
Pepper has actually just gone to her brand-new task for 3 weeks, and also she’s been late 5 times. The last time she was late, her manager Melanie advised her that if she were tardy once more, there would certainly be repercussions for her activities. After a late evening out, Pepper is late once more and also Melanie isn’t also pleased concerning it.
7:05 am
Fuck. Crap. Fuck. I’m mosting likely to be late. Why didn’t I hear my alarm system go off? Fuck. I actually require to quit consuming a lot. At the very least on job evenings. Melanie’s mosting likely to be so pissed at me. I require to rush.
In the 3 weeks that I’ve been helping Melanie, I’ve been late 5 times currently. It’s normally just by a couple of mins, however it still counts versus me, and also my manager doesn’t like it in any way. The last time I was late, she informed me that if I was late again, that there would certainly be repercussions for my activities. Whatever that indicated.
I suggest, it’s not like she can actually do anything to me. Other than possibly fire me. Yet that’s the last point I required. I actually required this task. So, if I need to kiss her butt today, I definitely will.
Melanie is an excellent manager, nonetheless, she can be a little bit much. She recognizes what she desires, and also she anticipates points to be done a particular means. And also if that doesn’t occur, she can be tough to handle. Perhaps that’s why her last aide stopped. That recognizes. All I recognize is that today I require to obtain my butt up, altered, and also out the door prior to I’m actually late. Perhaps I can slip in without her discovering, and also we can place this entire late blunder behind us. Fingers fucking gone across.
7:36 am
6 mins late. That’s excusable for a person that needed to turn out of bed, enter the shower and also quit at Starbucks. I didn’t have time to gown as I usually do, however I was nice, however. I selected putting on a limited black maxi gown with red shoes and also my hair fifty percent up, half down. Beneath my gown, I used absolutely nothing. No bra, no underclothing. Life was less complex in this way.
I brought up in the driveway just to identify Melanie outside with her 2 Italian Greyhounds waiting on me like a moms and dad that’s preparing yourself to ground their youngster for missing their time limit. She was worn a black police top with a cheetah print maxi skirt and also unclear black sandals.