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Quickie with the boss's daughter

Hey, this is the first story I post on here. English isn't my mother tongue, so please don't concentrate too much on spelling/grammar mistakes (hints on what to improve are very welcome though). Constructive criticism appreciated, maybe try to post at least one thing you liked when commenting :) Thanks! Morrison was a real dick. He seemed to have fun cutting coffee breaks, pushing in some extra shifts or loudly barking at his workers for the tiniest reasons in front of everyone else, just to humiliate them. Of course he did that only to the guys, who he knew for sure wouldn’t shout back or get physical. Morrison was a short man, around 55, getting fatter every year. He had a bald spot that had spread from the top of his skull and ate up nearly all of his thin, black hair now. How he tried to comb it over looked pathetic and it was obvious, that with his angry attitude he tried to compensate for a lot of things, including his hair loss. None of his workers liked Morrison, to the contrary, everybody hated him and on occasions, when he would get pissed at nothing and shout wildly, spit flying in every direction and his arms flipping around, the atmosphere in the dim assembly hall would be extremely tense and mutiny would be in the air. But his workers needed this shit job and so they refrained from anything to piss Morrison off even more. Among themselves they would refer to Morrison simply as “the bastard” however. The kind of pathetic asshole Morrison was, it seemed ...

... inexplicable how he could be the father of such a pretty daughter. None of Morrison’s workers have ever seen his wife, but she must be a beauty. Pamela was a 16-year old teenage girl with long legs; soft, slightly tanned skin; for her age, huge tits that were extremely firm and a pretty face that seemed innocent but carried a constant slight smirk, as if she was well aware of her attractiveness and what it did to guys. The first time she came to the factory, everyone seemed to stop doing what they did for a moment and stood there in complete disbelieve, when this hot young girl walked up to Morrison, embraced him, kissed him on the cheek and said “Hey daddy!”, in a loud, penetrating however cotton candy soft voice. In April Pamela had started to come more often to the factory, usually in the afternoons. She would sit in Morrison’s office, do some homework, text her friends and flip through some magazines she brought in her handbag. No one knew the reason, why she would come to the factory to spend some hours after school. Sometimes she seemed to like being there, smiled and laughed when she talked to Morrison, other times she looked annoyed as if being f***ed to be there. None of Morrison’s workers really cared why Pamela was there. They simply enjoyed the eye candy, when they had their breaks and Pamela stood near them getting some air or talking on her cell phone to some of her friends. As the weather got warmer, Pamela also peeled off layers and layers of her outfits every day. All ...