Keara: “I need to leave”
Me: “Why?”
Keara: “I don’t know what’s going on and I think Angie is made at mad at me”
Me: “You’re fine, Angie just needs a break. She’s been doing too much lately. So, what happen with you and Ice last night?”
Keara: “I don’t know, we were just hanging then she started calling me a ‘whore for rent’”
Me: “Yeah, that sounds like Ice”.
Keara: “Who is she and why does she act like she runs your house”.
Me: “She’s a friend of mine; she’s usually a good time. Every once in a while she feels the need to play ‘boss’ of everyone – might be a Napoleon thing. But, she has a bunch of female friends that like to party and can turn a boring night very interesting in the drop of dime.”
Keara: “I feel like crap”
Me: “Yeah, you’re coming down. Why don’t you get cleaned up and we’ll grab some food and maybe a drink to level out”
Keara: “Okay”.
Keara is in her bra and panties, gets up and heads into my bathroom. She leans her head out of the bathroom a minute or so later, holding her arms over her petite mosquito bite chest and asks how to use the shower. I get up, fully nude, morning semi and walk into the bathroom; she quickly looks away a little embarrassed.
Me: “Come in here, look (Keara steps in the shower with me), if you turn this or this one, it will put the shower on either side. I usually turn one on until the water warms up; then if you do this, it comes down like rain”.
Keara is looking up into the shower, still holding her arms over her chest and turned a bit so I can’t see the font of her waist but finally smiling. I soap up a loofa and start to clean Keara’s back which is turned to me. She’s so tiny; she’s about as short as Angie but something about a white chick being this short makes her look even shortly, I don’t’ know why. I can feel Keara slowly relaxing as the thin water massages us both, lean back on the wall of the shower, turn Keara toward me and uncross her arms them about them around my waist; she’s looking up smiling at me as my #### is pressed on her solar plexus. I drop the loofa put my hands under her arms.
Keara: “What are you doing?” (with an obviously sarcastic smile on her face).
Me: “Collecting rent”
Keara slaps my chest, call me a ### then puts one of her arms behind my next and pulls her short petite body up face to face with her feet using the assistance of the shower ledge (like area that holds soap, shampoo etc. that’s about at knee level to me). With her other hand, takes me #### and puts in right in – all of it without hesitation. Now look, again, I’m not the biggest dude in the world but I was a little shocked this petite chick just took it all right away without hesitation. She wasn’t tight but far from worn out – it was a nice fit. Let me find out this little ##### was a Jaguar groupie or something. We’re standing up missionary on the shower wall for a while going at it, she start turning and says, “hold me up” – not sure exactly what she’s trying to do I keep my hands under arms; her feet can’t touch the shower floor, she’s still using the ledge behind me to assist me holding her up. This chick leans back, steps her left leg crossing my body, then swings her right leg around so we’re now doggie style – feet still on the ledge but leaning forward now. If I release my hands, she would fly forward and smash her head into the shower glass. She’s aggressively riding me now, she knew exactly what she wanted and cheers me on as we both climax.
I pull her close to me holding her for a while; I’m still leaning with my back on the shower wall with her back to me, my arms around her torso.
Damn this chick can work a wall.
We finish washing up and decide to go find some place to eat. It’s a holiday so restaurants & parking lots are going to be iffy so we took an Uber downtown. We ended up at the W rooftop lounge that afternoon for some food and drinks. The view for fireworks is great from my balcony so we went back to my place before they started. That night we chilled out, went easy on drinking and just enjoyed the scene. That night sex was just as aggressive and draining; she put me to sleep that night. The next morning Keara decides she wanted to get in a quicky before work.
That Tuesday it’s about 10am while I’m in my office; I hear Angie talking outside my door then shortly after a knock:
Me: “It’s open”.
Angie: “Have you seen Keara?”
Me: “She’s around here somewhere”
Angie: “Well where? I wanted to show her how to (run some report or something)”
Me: “Did you schedule time to meet with her?”
Angie: “No but she’s supposed to be here”
Me: “Angie, maybe she’s running an errand for one of the consultants, maybe she’s taking a ####. She works out of this office 40 hours a week, you can’t expect her to be sitting in her desk waiting for you when you walk in announced”.
Angie: “I don’t know if she’s going to work out”
Me: “Tell you what, I need to get on a conference call in a few minutes but let’s make some time this afternoon to talk more about leveling expectations for everyone”.
Angie: “Okay but I really need to (I cut her off)
Me: “2:30, my office. Thanks. Oh and try not to slam the door this time” (I smile, then I pick up my office phone and wave bye to Angie).
Angie walks out clearly pissed but let’s be honest, I’m pissed with Angie. Keara stands up from behind my desk giggling.
Keara: (whispering) “why is she being such an ###?”
Me: “Don’t know, I’ll talk to her this afternoon. I’ll need you on this call to take notes on this call. Grab your laptop and come back in 5 before the call starts”.
Keara says okay and rushes off to grab her laptop. I’ll find out later this afternoon talking with Angie that during this short moment, Keara went to her desk to grab her laptop and past Angie. Angie tries to get her attention saying she needs to show her how to do something and Keara blows by her saying “sorry need to go into a meeting with Ron”. That didn’t help things…
Tuesday 2:30 – Meeting with Angie.
Me: “Angie, thanks for taking the time out to meet today. I know you’ve been really busy. Let’s get right to it, how are things going with Keara? From what I gather, you don’t sound exactly ecstatic about her performance. Is that accurate?
Angie: “Yes, I don’t think she’s learning fast enough”
Me: “Fast enough for what?”
Angie: “She should know a lot of this stuff by now”
Me: “What stuff, specifically – give me an example”
Angie: “Well she doesn’t know how to purchase the office supplies”
Me: “What do you mean?’
Angie: “I told her to buy (list of office supplies) and she went to Office Depot and bought everything and lugged it into the office. Why didn’t she use our supply account?”
Me: “Did you show her how to place orders with our supply account?
Angie: “No, she never asked me how to so I assumed she knew we just didn’t walk into a store and buy the stuff. I even said, ‘place an order’ not go buy the stuff.”
Me: “So you’re upset that she didn’t know how to do something you never showed her how to do?”
Angie: “No, she never said she didn’t know how to do it, that’s my point”
Me: “She doesn’t know what she doesn’t know Angie. How did you learn how to use the supply accounts?”
Angie: “Ann showed me (Ann was my old part-time office support person, she’s since fully retired now)”.
Me: “Do you see the difference here?”
Angie: “Well Ann was in the office all the time, I can’t be here all day to hold her hand. Keara needs to let me know if she needs help with something”.
Me: “Angie, being good at your job and being a good manager isn’t the same thing. You’re great at what you do but you need to work on becoming a better manager. That’s my fault, I need to spend more time working with you to become a better manager.”
Angie: “Why do you always say everything is your fault, it’s Keara not you”
Me: “It is me. Also, Angie when is the last time you took a vacation”.
Angie: “When we went to Disney last winter”.
Me: “That was my vacation with Daughter and Wife. You were running around the whole time making sure everything was set up, coordinating stuff – that’s work, not a vacation”.
Angie: “Well I guess it was when we went to Puerto Rico”.
Me: “And how long ago was that?”
Angie: “Like 3 years ago”.
Me: “Exactly Angie, you’re doing too much and not taking time for yourself. I keep asking you to take a vacation and you never do it. So here’s what I’m going to do, I’m not asking, I’m telling. Next week, you’re off – from Office and PA stuff. Tell Wife today that you’re not going to be available next week; I’ll talk to her later today and we’ll figure out anything that needs to get done”
Angie starts rattling off all the things that need to get done and why she can’t take off, I cut her off again.
Me: “Angie, the work is always going to be here. You’re a wreck these days. You’re getting pissed all the time for little/no reason – you need a break. A real break.
Angie: “Well where am I going to go?”
Me: “Go anywhere, go to Vegas, go to the beach, go to Miami or do a Euro trip. You’ve got money; you’ve got the time off, use it.”
Angie: “Well what about Keara when I’m gone?”
Me: “I’ll take care of her; it’s that time of year when vacations are coming up for most of our customers so things are slowing down anyway.”
Angie: “Then go with me”
Me: “I can’t Angie, sorry”.
Angie: “So just go somewhere alone?”
Me: “No, call up one of your friends from the classes you’ve been taking. I’m sure if you said, “hey want to go to wherever all expenses paid that you’ll get plenty of people that will take you up on that offer. Or even better, why don’t you take your mom? Maybe work things out? You’d be surprised how different parents are once you’re making your own way in the world. Take some time off, bye Angie.”
Angie looks defeated – and left. I call Wife as soon as Angie left to bring her up to speed. Wife agreed that Angie needed a break and she witnessed the same thing, she would never take the offer to “get away” for a while”.
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