... continued from Part One!
We made it to his office later that morning! It was such a huge building! It must have been about a thousand miles high. As we walked through the lobby and toward the elevators, I could tell that all these businessmen were staring at me. They were all dressed just like Carl: suit, tie, slicked back hair. I thought some of them were going to trip over themselves, the way they stared at me.
Carl loved it, he loved showing me off.
Once we made it to the thirty-second floor, he threw down his briefcase and clapped his hands together.
“Candy,” he said, “Today is a very important day.”
“Gosh, why’s that?”
“I have to let several people go.”
I frowned. “Go where?”
“You know, fired! Sacked! Pink-slipped!” He drew in closer to me. “Shafted,” he said.
“Ooooh…” I nodded my head, excited about the prospect of watching him in action. “So what do you want me to do?”
That’s when he got the shit-eating grin which always signifies an especially nasty idea. “All I want is for you to just sit here on my desk, little princess. I want you to cross your legs. I want you to smile at them when they come in here. Lick your lips a little, maybe. Giggle. Make them forget everything. Then, when I give them the news…” He laughed richly, clapping his hands together again and proclaimed, “It will be all the more devastating! Hahaha! I fucking love firing people! It is by far the best part of my job! God, I wish we could be in a recession all the time!”
“Wheee! Awesome!” I clapped my hands along with him, my boobs bounced and jiggled as I did so.
“And don’t forget…” he said, grinning wickedly, “to suck your lollipop!”
Oops, I had almost forgotten! I took one out of its wrapper and started sucking on it. In no time at all, my lips and tongue had turned a bright, strawberry red.
He stood staring at me, mesmerized. “Great,” he said finally, breathing heavy. “Keep sucking on that lollipop, little princess! Jesus Christ is heaven, don’t you stop for all the world!”
The first of his victims arrived in just a few minutes. He was just a young kid, maybe just out of high school. His hair was all messed up and I thought I even saw a few zits still on his face.
I giggled. “Hi there!” I said in a bouncy voice, licking my lollipop.
“Woah…” he managed, staring at me open-jawed.
"Jeremy, I’d like you to meet me girlfriend, Candy.”
“P-p-pleased to meet you,” said the kid. His voice was cracking – it was delightful! He could not take his eyes off of me. Even when Carl said, “Listen Jeremy, I’m afraid we’re going to have to let you go,” he barely acted like he heard him.
Finally, “Uh… what did you say?” He blinked, coming back into reality.
Carl just grinned widely, clasped his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I use too many words?” he asked with mock concern. “Let me put it this way: You’re fired!”
I giggled at the way he said it, which made my boobs jiggle up and down, and I giggled even more-so at the sudden fear emanating from the young kid.
“B-but.. you can’t! You can’t! I just moved out of my parent’s house! I even bought a car!”
I giggled even more, had to cover my mouth!
Carl stood up – all five feet of him - pointed to the door and yelled, “Get out of my office! Clean your desk and get out! If you’re not out in ten minutes, I have to call security to escort you from the building!”
The kid looked down at his feet, turned and left. I think he was whimpering.
As soon as the door closed, I jumped off the desk and clapped my hands together. “Ooh, that was exciting! Let’s do that again!” I took a long lick of my ever diminishing lollipop.
...continued in Part Three!
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