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Old 05-20-2013, 10:05 PM   #1
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We were working two shifts a piece now, doing anything asked of us to keep our jobs. So many had been laid off, lost their homes, moved away, while still others, divorced and tore their families apart. Such was the case in our little town. The parts plant was all there was. If it went under, the town would go with it. So the plant, the workers, their families and even the town itself, was hanging on by our fingernails, clinging to this weak life support system.

What once had been a proud, almost enviable way to make a living, had now become a desperate struggle to survive, clawing over one another to keep that last bit of income and pride. It really was every man for himself...and of course. that one bitch that management brought in to lay us low.

We had all heard about her even before she arrived. We knew why she was brought in. She held our very lives in her hands and she was a cold spiteful bitch about it, abusing her power and abusing, once proud men. She said she was there to ‘save the plant’ but we all knew she was there to close us down. However, before she did, she was going to squeeze every last drop of blood, sweat and tears from our bodies. This became obvious all too soon.

Most men avoided the haughty cunt as she marched around the assembly line, shouting orders or even firing some men right on the spot. There was no second chance. You either “cut it” or you got cut. It was that simple. Oh she would make this plant profitable alright and kill every man who was left to make it happen. We all hated her but we kept our eyes down, our mouths shut, and took her abuse. There was just too much at stake.

I still remember hearing those high heels clicking, echoing down the hall, as she made her way to the break room. She wore her hair tied in a tight bun and sported a black pinstriped business suit attire with a white blouse buttoned tight to her neck. She scowled at everyone she met, looking upon them with disdain, as if we were responsible for the trouble the plant was in. She now stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, eyes like lasers scanning each man for a weakness.

Finally she spoke with a harsh authority and sarcasm that could make even my blood run cold.

“What the fuck is this? You men need a break? Well I can give you a permanent break. How would you like that? How would you like to go home to the missus or explain to your little kids how ‘Daddy’ had to take a break because a little hard work, a few long hours, overcame his ability to earn a living?”

Most men started to pack up to go back to the line, but Jeremy, one of the older workers, stood up, apparently having had enough of her bullshit.

“M’am with all due respect, each man here has worked at least a 12 hour shift. That’s 4 hours longer than union rules allow. It’s not about laziness, It’s about safety. Up until last year we never had one safety incident, but now, in the past six months, we have had six. So you can’t be too hard on these….”

“Shut…the...fuck…up” she cut him off, drawing out each word, “If you men don’t need this job then go find another. Oh that’s right” (dripping with sarcasm) “here aren’t any others, are there? Maybe if you weren’t so fucking concerned about your safety, and more concerned about doing your job, this plant would survive. Maaybee.. if you had worried more about “safety at home” instead of fucking the little woman bareback, you wouldn’t have so many little brats to feed. MAAAYBEEE? …IF YOU JUST “ (she was warming to her subject) DID YOU FUCKING JOB INSTEAD OF MOUTHING OFF, YOU WOULDN’T BE FIRED HERE ON THE SPOT. NOW CLEAR OUR YOUR FUCKING LOCKER, I GOT 10 REAL MEN STANDING IN LINE OUTSIDE TO REPLACE YOU!”

“You can’t do that, I have worked here for 20 years”

“Oh? I can’t , can’t I? “ eying him hard, and with that she whipped the walkie-talkie to her mouth she had carried from day one and spoke; “Security? I want two guards here immediately to escort this employee, er former employee off the grounds”… she looked at him again, his mouth now open..”Now, you were saying? (she smiled sweetly but with menance) “What can’t I do again?”

“You fucking bitch1 Someday there is going to be payback. Someday the tables will be turned and it will be you begging for mercy, begging for your life.”

“Yeah, well, when that day comes, it sure won’t be any of the ‘men’ working here, who will do it.” (the armed guards arrived and stood behind her,) “Now get out,” she said with a self-satisfied smile, sure in her victory, crushing anyone who dare oppose her.

She looked around the room. “Anyone else here like to question my authority?” She paused, daring anyone to make a response. Then she continued. “This little incident now means each of you has to work and extra half an hour to make up for his loss of productivity.”

No one said a word. We gave knowing looks to one another and packed our things and headed back to the line. We had families to feed, so we kept quiet…kept quiet until we could find a way out.
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Old 05-21-2013, 02:17 AM   #2
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I gave the gathered group of men one last glare to drive home my point--their jobs were definitely on the line. I had been sent to whip this factory into shape and I took my job seriously. Though the industry as a whole was slowing down, shops were closing all over the US and the company was floundering, they still felt this plant represented a huge chunk of east coast production. Some head honcho at the top forestalled closing it and selling off the parts until they could see if there was any improvement. They could have sent any plant manager, but they wanted me specifically, and the incentive pay looked damn good. I am an efficiency engineer and I spare no employee in my quest to raise the efficiency and increase the profits of plants like these. Sure, people have referred to me as a ‘bitch’, ‘ice queen’,’ soulless banshee’, ‘cunt’, ‘blood sucker’ and so on. Those were the better names I’d been called.

People can call me anything they like as long as they do their jobs and do them well. With a satisfied smirk I turn from the dispersing, grumbling men and watch as the guards escort the troublemaker off the premises.

“You! Miller!” I called out as the men resumed their work. The man I call is a tall fellow, auburn haired and quiet. I noticed he’d gathered with the group when the other guy began to argue with me, but said nothing. He just watched me. He caught my eye because I assumed he’d step up to the plate and sling his complaints about ‘safety’ and ‘fairness’ right along with Jerry Benson. He remained silent, but I noted the narrowing of his eyes, the set of his jaw and the tension still present in his body language.

“Yes ma’am?” his voice sounded low and rumbling. I raised an eyebrow waiting for him to ‘speak his mind’--ready to fire him on the spot, too. When he simply stared at me, I figured he was a smart man as he knew when to keep his mouth shut.

“Get Benson’s crap out of his locker, put it in a box and take it to the guards’ station. Tell them to dispose of it accordingly. You can return to your job.” I barked out the order in a tone dripping with disdain. These men needed to understand that I am the head bitch in charge...the HBIC.

“Yes ma’am.” He responded without emotion. He started for the locker area. My eyes roamed over the bunching muscles in his back and drifted down to his ass. Not bad, I smirked to myself.

“Oh…consider this your afternoon break--back to your station when you return!” I called out to his retreating back. He didn’t say anything, but I could see the hesitation in his step. He resumed walking. I turned to make my way back to my office. After this little scene, I needed a break. My assistant, Patricia Connor trotted behind me, shuffling papers and trying to keep up. I was satisfied to hear the hum of activity as the men went about their work.

“Ms. Adams, you have a conference call at 2:00 p.m. and the report the Chief Financial Officer at HQ wanted is due by c.o.b. today, and…” she rabbited on as I rubbed my temples. I slumped down in my chair as she followed me into the office.

“Trish….” I breathed.

“…Mr. Schaeffer in R&D asked for a detailed report on…” she continued talking. I could feel a headache starting up.

“TRISH!” I growled.

“Oh! Sorry! Yes…Ms. Adams?” she nervously shuffled from foot to foot in front of my large executive desk.

“Get me a cup of coffee, black…four sugars. Tell the CFO I will not submit that report until I have finished my review of the Accounting office records. Tell him next week and not a day earlier. Move my conference call back thirty minutes…oh…and don’t fucking bother me until then, got it?” I growled knowing I scared the shit out of her. Her husband had been laid off, they had 2 grandkids they were caring for and a sick daughter. She couldn’t afford to piss me off. I kicked my heels off and stretched my toes as I gave a sigh of relief.

“Yes...Ms. Adams…got it.” She nodded vigorously, reminding me of a bobble-head doll. I grinned as she fled, shutting the door behind her. Now, I could relax. I unbuttoned my suit jacket and shrugged it off, draping it on the back of my chair. Rubbing my tired feet, I picked up the telephone and dialed HQ. It wasn’t the CFO or the CEO. It was someone more powerful, one of the Board of Directors, Cameron Lyles.

“Hello? Cameron…it’s me Isabella Adams.” I smiled when I heard his voice over the line. I had his direct dial number. I should, after all, we had been lovers for nearly two years. His wife didn’t have a clue.

“Bella…to what do I owe this pleasure?” he answered, his tone exuding warmth, yet I knew what a bastard he could be and I loved it.

“Just checking in and letting you know things are going as well as can be hoped.” I toyed with my necklace thinking about our last time together. We’d fucked for hours at the Four Seasons Hotel just across the bridge in DC. Cam spared no expense when I came to town. Sure, he had to use Viagra, but it was well worth it, my pussy was happy and I got a diamond bracelet as a parting gift. He was a little rough at times but usually settled down once I gave him one of my ‘signature’ blow jobs. He loved those. His voice sent shivers down my spine. I let one hand drift under my skirt and pressed my fingertips against the crotch of my pantyhose, cursing them for keeping me from my moistening cunt.

“Good. I trust the plant will close as planned right on schedule?” he asked.

“Yes. I trust none of the other Board members have any idea of the plans you and Davis have to convince them to sell the company?” I could play his game, too. I was getting a lot of money for my hand in bringing down the largest plant on the east coast. Once this one closed, the rest would follow. Cameron in this underhanded deed had a ‘buyer’ already line up in China. I absently twirled a stray strand of hair around one finger as we continued to talk. He needed me to speed up the process, perhaps another ‘safety’ issue. He talked on about other issues I needed to monitor.

“So…will you be coming this weekend?” he asked. I could feel him smiling.

“Yes, but what about your wife?” I wasn’t concerned about her finding out about us, I simply wanted him all to myself this weekend.

“She is being treated to a ‘spa weekend’ with her girlfriends in New York, courtesy of me.” he replied.

“Oh my…aren’t you a good husband. Then I guess I’ll be spending the weekend.” I grinned lasciviously, my nipples hardened at the thought of being filled with his cock.

“Yes, you will my dear. Yes you will.” He purred into the receiver. We finished our conversation just as Patsy slipped in with my coffee. She crept back out leaving a file on my desk I needed for the conference call. I don't know if she heard any of my conversation, nor did I care.

I sighed as I looked at the file. I didn’t want to sit in on this call, but I knew I had to make my role look good. Unfortunately for me, that meant I’d be working late again to catch up with other paperwork that needed my attention. Well at least it would quiet here, and I could think. Once quitting time rolled around, the place was a ghost town. It was so quiet I made the decision to keep only one guard on duty overnight. I picked up my coffee took a sip and prepared for my conference call.

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