Kate's First Job
By Montrose
Setting the boss straight is job #1

KO Kate was a nick name Katherine O'Brian had carried now for 4-years, ever since she 
hit that first home run when she was 14. She had gotten big enough that the coach had 
sort of forced her into joining the baseball team. The rest was record book history, at least 
as far as state girl's baseball went. She was an undefeated fastball pitcher and home run 
champ all through high school. That had earned her a scholarship to college and a ticket 
out of her small rural town. But it had not changed her basic nature as an introverted, 
sweet young girl from a small town.

Going to the college was a big deal to her. Was she ready for life in the city? She stood 6 
feet 2 inches in flat shoes, though she like wearing heels to help her feel brave. She 
weighed in at 188 pounds of prime, sturdy girl.

But now what to do for spending money? A friend of a friend gave her the idea to apply 
as a night-time shelf stocker at the local Mega Mart, graveyard shift. She could stay in 
shape plus not have it interfere with classes or baseball practice. When the manager 
looked her over Kate got a thrill. He looked so worldly - so refined - at least in her eyes. 
His eyes scanned her up and down like she was a super model. Despite being a full head 
taller than him he had insisted she prove she could lift heavy boxes - a big part of the job.
	
"Stan!" He called a big guy over - as big as Kate. "I want you to unload that pile of 
pallets before this girl here unloads the other pile. There's 10 bucks in it for you."

Stan smiled "Yes sir!" and he dived into his work.

Kate looked confused - she just stood there. "Well, get moving sweet cheeks!" Said Stan. 
"If you win, you can have a job."

"Yes sir!" Said Kate and she jumped to it, picking up two boxes while Stan hefted only 
one at a time. 

Stan saw this and tried to copy her. He kept it up for a while, but he couldn't keep it up 
for long. Meanwhile, Kate breezed through pallet after pallet. She was finished and only 
breathing a bit deeply while Stan still had a third of his pile to go and was sweating 
bullets.

"Holy shit." Said the boss. He looked up at Kate with wonder. "All right, sweet cheeks, 
show up tomorrow night and I'll show you the ropes."

"Yes sir!" Said Kate with a big warm smile. "Thank you sir! I wont let you down!"

The boss smiled, a bit sideways. He patted her firm hip gently as they shook hands. "No, 
honey." He purred. "I just bet I'm gonna like having you around." And he winked.

Kate left a bit flustered. Somehow having the boss winking at her... something told her it 
might not be a good thing. But Kate had never met anyone who meant her harm, so she 
shrugged it off and moved on.

The following night the boss, Mr. Stokely, had her fill out a pile of paperwork in his 
office as he stood behind her, rubbing her shoulder. He always managed to find some 
reason to stand rather close... and to touch her... Kate got flustered and made mistakes 
which gave him more reason to stand over her "to help her out." 

After her paperwork was done he showed her the docks where several trucks were 
unloading. Kate soon lost herself in the work, and the 3 other guys working with her 
seemed very nice. They joked about her doing half the work all by herself and didn't 
seem upset by it. 

But Mr. Stokely kept watching her from his office that overlooked the docks. 

"Careful Kate." Joked Stan at one point. "I think the boss likes you." Kate blushed. The 
guys ribbed her a bit but dropped it when she didn't join in. "We were just messing with 
you, hon. Don't take anything we say hard." He smiled so freely that Kate felt more at 
ease.

Once the trucks were empty Kate and the others began stocking shelves. Halfway into the 
shift Mr. Stokely called Kate over.

"I've got a special job for you, sweet cheeks." Said Mr. Stokely as he patted Kate on the 
hip. She was wearing a close fitting cotton button down top and shorts, both damp with 
sweat from almost 4 hours of hefting boxes. His fingers played up and down the curve of 
her hip, lingering as they touched warm thigh at the end of her short shorts. "Let me show 
you where we keep the jewelry. There's a back room only I have a key for."

"Yes sir." She whispered meekly. 

When they got there Mr. Stokely unlocked a mettle door and stood aside for her to go in. 
It was kind of like a bank vault, but not so high-tech. Shelves of watches and other more 
valuable merchandise lined the walls and made isles. 

Mr. Stokely jangled his keys as he slipped them into his pocket. "I'm responsible for 
quite a bit a merchandise here." He purred from behind her as she admired a case full of 
necklaces. He stood behind her. Kate felt him standing close. Felt his breath grow quick 
on the back of her neck as he bumped his groin into her butt. She felt how hard he was.

"Oh my..." She whispered. "Sir... I don't..."

"Quiet sweet cheeks." He snarled up at her as his hand slithered up her tummy to warm 
itself under her ample rack. "Don't ruin the mood."

"Please don't." she whimpered. She began to tremble.

"Just shut the fuck up already." He snarled as he squeezed a tit in both hands.

Something snapped in Kate. She screamed and shot an elbow into Mr. Stokely's ribs.

"OOF!" He bent to that side.

Kate turned and popped him in the chops with the back of her hand. He staggered back 
against the shelves behind him. She grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the back 
of the room. Then she ran to the door which stood cracked open just a bit. 

But before she touched it she heard a pathetic sound. It as Mr. Stokely moaning on the 
floor, way in the back. She could see him rolling around back there, trying to stand. He 
got to his knees, tried to stand and fell back on his ass.

"Jesus bitch." He snarled. "What did you hit me with?"

Bitch?

Suddenly Kate got that game-on-the-line feeling. She could almost hear the crowd 
chanting K-O-Kate. Did he just call her a bitch? After he had the nerve to mash her boobs 
and run his dick around on her ass? 

"You can run but you can't hide, bitch!" Snarled Mr. Stokely as he managed to make it to 
his feet. "Nobody hits me and gets away with it."

"Oh I'm not running, sir." Hissed Kate as she reached a decision. She pushed the door 
closed and shot the bolt lock home. She turned and walked slowly back to Mr. Stokely. 

He gave her a cock-eyed smile. "So you come back to say your sorry? You figured out 
your jobs on the fuckin' line bitch?"

"That's right, sir." She hissed. "I can't believe how ungrateful I've been. So where were 
we?" She opened her arms to him as he stepped in and mashed his face in her tits. His 
hands sank into her shorts and rubbed her ass.

"Oh yeah, baby!" came his muffled voice from her chest.

"You like my boobies, sir?" asked Kate. "That's nice. I bet I have more booby than you 
can handle."

Mr. Stokely laughed as he pulled her blouse open with his teeth. "That'll be the day!" He 
replied.

"Let's find out, shall we?" said Kate as she snaked her powerful arms around his neck 
and slowly constricted his head deeper and deeper into her hooters.

"Oh yeah! This is more like it!" Came Mr. Stokely's muffled voice. Then after 20 
seconds. "Hey... let up... I can't... God damn it, bitch! I need air!" He struggled but 
Kate easily held his head deep between her tits as she watched the top of his head turn 
red. Veins started to show.

Mr. Stokely leveled his best punch into Kate's tummy. It didn't do him a bit of good. He 
tried another. And another. Kate didn't even acknowledge that he was fighting her.

"Are you getting enough titty, sir?" She asked sweetly.

"YES!"

"Cuz I don't want you to feel like I was holding back on you..."

"Please! Let me up!" Mr. Stokely's voice was getting weaker and his knees began to 
buckle. Now his scalp was purple.

"Are you sure, sir?" There was no reply. Kate pulled him out and held him up by his 
shirt. Mr. Stokely's eyes rolled around as he gasped for air. "Yeah." She said. "I guess 
that's enough of that. But I notice you also showed some interest in my fanny. You want 
some of that sir?"

"Please let me go." He moaned.

"You wanna go at it? Yes sir!" Kate kicked his legs out and dropped him hard to the 
floor, face up. Then as he lay, still gasping for air at her feet she slid her shorts and 
panties off. "You're about to get all the ass you can handle sir!" She chirped. "This is 
your lucky day!" Then she eclipsed his head and shoulders with her bare rump, sitting 
facing the rest of his body. 

He kicked and struggled and shouted up her ass. Kate just kept rubbing her sphincter 
back and forth over his face. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special, sir!" she 
said, now actually enjoying the physical contact. 

"God! Please have mercy!" Mr. Stokely yelled up her butt. The vibrations felt good. Kate 
rubbed faster. Soon she was rubbing her quim on his face as well. And breathing hard.

When she came she slid off his face, spun around and sat on his chest, dripping onto his 
shirt, punning his arms to his sides with her great legs. "Wow." She panted, catching her 
breath. "That's quite a bonus system." She giggled. "I can't believe you're paying me by 
the hour to get off on your face, sir. I think I like this job."

"You big bitch!" Mr. Stokely snapped. "Get off of me."

Kate slapped him hard. His eyes rolled around and the right side of his face swelled up 
and turned red. "That's not a nice way to talk to your newest employee, sir."

"Get off!"

SLAP!

Now the other side of his face was puffy and red. "I think someone is asking for a 
spanking." Threatened Kate, half joking.

"You wouldn't dare." Snarled Mr. Stokely.

"Let's just see what I dare to do." Snarled Kate back. She got up and secured a wooden 
chair from the corner. By the time she got back Mr. Stokely had struggled to his hands 
and knees. She lifted him and placed him on her lap.

To be sure he fought, but she had very little trouble dropping his pants to his ankles. Kate 
took a small crate of jewels and smashed it over the shelf, gaining herself a chunk of 
wood two inches thick by one inch thick by 16 inches long. She smacked Mr. Stokely's 
exposed bum with it. He howled and struggled. She held him in place with one hand.

She lost count. But her arm was tired by the time she stopped. And she had to spank up 
and down his legs to keep from actually removing his skin in the process.

When she was satisfied she shoved him onto the floor and sat with her legs crossed 
looking down at him.

"Now, Mr. Stokely." She began. "I think we need to start this relationship over. I sense 
that up until now you have not had the proper amount of respect for me. It could be that is 
because I am young and a girl."

"I'm sorry..." He cried softly at her feet.

She regarded him from above. She slid a foot out of her shoe and stuffed it in his face. 
"Kiss that." She commanded. He did. "Very good. I think your attitude is improving. 
Now, the next time I come to work I expect you to keep your hands to yourself. Is that 
understood?"

"Yes." He whimpered. "I'm sorry..."

"Oh shut up with the 'I'm sorry' crap." She spat. "You sound pathetic."

"Yes miss." He sniffed.

"Miss?" Kate pondered out loud. "Yes, that sounds respectful enough. You may call me 
that. Not sweet cheeks, and certainly not bitch. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No miss."

"And a raise!" Kate warmed to her new roll. "I want twice as much."

"But..."

"Plus I set my own hours. I'll show up when I want to."

"But..."

Kate slapped her paddle across her palm with a thwap. Mr. Stokely jumped. "But what?" 
She asked glowering down at him.

"Nothing miss." He whimpered.

She sat back up straight. "Good." Then she stood over her boss. "Fetch my panties." She 
commanded and put them on me. He did so taking great care to not cop any cheap feels 
even though she waved her muff in his face. "Now the shorts." Mr. Stokely complied.

After that things went better for Kate at work.