Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Missy's stomach was flopping as she thought about what Glitchy might say next. What could he possibly want from her? She shook her head and focused on the task at hand. Work. Work was what he wanted. He needed her to work. That was all he had said on the phone when he fired her. "I need you to come in tomorrow.We have a new employee starting. I need you to train her. I also need you to work the night shift. I need you to be there until I get there. That way I don't have to worry about you on the dayshift. Sound good?"
"Sounds great. I can do that. What time do I have to be there?""Nine.I'll need you to clock in and out, and I need you to help me set up the new computer system. I've got a big project going on, and I need all the help I can get. So, you know what to do. Get your stuff together and be ready to go when I call you in. Got it?"
"Got it" was all she said.Her voice sounded strained as she tried to sound like she was in a hurry. She wasn't. She knew exactly what Glitchy wanted from her and she had it. She had been trained well. The problem was, she was scared shitless of what might happen if she said no.What if he fired her? What if he made her work the night shift? What if he made her work the fucking weekend? No' was her only word. Her only answer. It was enough. It always was.
"Great. See you tomorrow, Missy! Happy Labor Day!" he said as he walked away, his back straight, his smile wide.She watched him go, her eyes lingering on his back as he turned to face the door, his hands on the knob, his back facing the office for the last time. He looked happy. He looked like he was ready to go home. It was a look she recognized from last year. It was the look he had when he was ready to fuck her, which was every day.It was the look he had when he was ready to fuck her hard, which was almost every day. It was the look he had when he was going to cum, which was always at the same time, 3:00 p.m. sharp."Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered to herself as she sat back in her chair, her ass hitting the seat, her eyes staring blank across the room. There was nothing to do. Nothing at all. The clients didn't need her help, she knew that. They needed her boss's help, and he was nowhere to be found.That was her job. To sit and do nothing. That was her life.
"Fuck me harder, Glitchy!" she said, her mouth moving without her permission, her voice raw from screaming his name over and over again. She felt herself cumming and it brought a smile to her face. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted him to cum.