Sally had a plan.
She ran a local branch of the government run Small Business Enterprise Scheme and had been a very successful to date. In fact her life had been going exceptionally well: thriving in her job, happily married, healthy and fit. She regularly exercised her tall full-breasted figure and considered herself attractive with blue eyes, dark hair and a taste in clothes that was stylish if slightly understated.
So, all in all, she had believed herself happy. Until yesterday.
It was less than 24 hours since her boss had ordered her to take on the employment of the frankly disgusting waster Lenny Slackitt. She had been forced to accept him onto her staff with very clear instructions that she had to satisfy all of his requirements as a disabled employee which, on the face of it, seemed a reasonable request.
Now Sally was in no way prejudiced against anyone in any way; she firmly believed in equality for all races, genders, ages, sexual orientations and levels of ability. But Lenny Slackitt had some very particular disabilities in which Sally was not necessarily convinced.
First of all he had Uncontrollable Sexual Addiction Syndrome or USAS which meant he had to ejaculate regularly. Then he had Acute Carpal Tunnel Syndrome or ACTS which meant that he couldn’t satisfy his USAS by masturbating himself – he had to get someone else to do it for him! He also ‘suffered’ from Post-Coital Compulsive Nicotine Disorder or PCCND which, conveniently, meant he had to have a cigarette after orgasm. And finally he had been diagnosed with Tourette’s Syndrome or TS which meant that he could swear freely with no consequence.
The more that Sally got to know him the more that she thought that he was just playing the system, using his supposed ailments to con sexual relief from attractive young women who were only trying to do the right thing. With her career as a senior civil servant in mind, Sally herself had been embarrassingly compliant, desperate to ensure neither her office nor she herself were in any way accused of bigotry.
And it hadn’t been just her either. Her boss Jane had introduced him yesterday whilst blithely tossing him off for, apparently, the third time that day.
Then Sally had bribed one her team leaders, Rachel, a young shapely blonde who was rumoured to have slightly loose sexual principles, to provide him with more manual relief.
And then finally Sally had humiliated herself by giving Lenny two stomach-turning blowjobs, forcing herself to swallow his ejaculate the second time to convince him of her goodwill.
Going home to her husband last night, Sally had been utterly ashamed. As soon as she got home she’d made an excuse and had a long hot soapy shower, desperate to wash away the rancid smell of Lenny’s foul genitalia.
The only thing that had kept her going and got her into the office this morning was the plan she’d agreed with Rachel. The plan to get rid of Lenny for once and all.
They’d spent half an hour last night discussing ideas to persuade Lenny to leave.
At first none of their ideas had seemed likely to succeed. They had considered bribing him with money but Sally couldn’t risk diverting any funds from the department’s budget and neither of them wanted to dip into their own pockets. They’d thought about offering him more than handjobs and blowjobs but didn’t think he would then ever really leave them alone and in any case the thought of having full penetrative sex with him was beyond contemplation. They’d even considered appealing to his better nature but quickly discarded the idea, knowing it just wouldn’t work.
Eventually they’d realised that they would have to blackmail him. And the only way they could think of was to catch him flouting his supposed disabilities. They would then be able to threaten him with exposure and the resultant loss of his benefits unless he went to work somewhere else.
Realising he would be able to fake explanations for any transgressions of his other conditions, they’d agreed that what they needed was proof that Lenny didn’t really have anything wrong with his wrists. If they could capture him on video using his hands and wrists to do something strenuous, they knew they’d have him. But how?
At first Rachel had been sceptical of the idea Sally finally came up with but in the end she had agreed because she really couldn’t think of any other way. Of course Sally had also had to throw in an increased benefits package for her to finally clinch her consent.
Knowing that all Lenny really seemed to care about was sex, Sally and Rachel planned on taking Lenny on a ‘field visit’ to one of their clients. However, what they’d actually do is take him back to Sally’s house – her husband, Ian, was out during the day – and pretend to seduce him. Of course they wouldn’t go through with it, maybe resorting to a handjob or, heaven forbid, a blowjob if it were absolutely unavoidable. What they really wanted was some evidence, to be captured on Ian’s camcorder, that Lenny’s wrists were, in fact, absolutely fine.
“But why on earth would he believe that we would even consider voluntarily having sex with him?” Rachel had objected at first. “He’s old, ugly, dirty and smelly.”
Sally had countered, “I can tell him that I was really worried that he was going to tell Jane that we were discriminating against him and that we wanted to buy his silence. I mean last night, he got upset that I didn’t swallow his cum that afternoon so I had to make a real show of gulping it all down the second time I sucked him off.”