A few years back, I worked at a grocery store. This was back when every big company was getting sued for female discrimination, and the companies were promoting any woman who even looked like she was thinking about suing.

For every 10 women they would promote, 9 would step down or quit within 3 months. It never failed; when the shit hit the fan, they would run and hide somewhere, while the rest of us busted our asses. I will admit, a few of the women deserved the promotions and did a good job, but most just washed out. A few of the women that stuck it out did so just so they could have power over men. This was the boat I was stuck in.

I had a woman assistant manager that didn’t know her head from a hole in the ground. What pissed me off even more was that I knew more about her job than she did, and I could get promoted without having an operation.

She was a major bitch. No matter how wrong she was, she was always right. If someone got up the balls to prove her wrong, she would go out of her way to make their life a living hell. I made that mistake more than a few times, so she really had it in for me.

She especially had it in for all of us stock guys. If it weren’t for the fact that she was married and had kids, we would have bet the house she was a dyke. But then again, you never know.

She would pull shit like sending all of the cashiers home early and make the stock guys finish their work. Most of us took a lot of pride in our work and wanted to move up, so we did the work. Then the next day, she would take credit for it and trash us to the other managers.

After a few months of this shit, our asses were getting thin from all of the butt chewings, her head was getting too big to fit through the door, and we were getting to the end of our ropes. It was time for a major attitude adjustment.

I knew her schedule like I knew my own, and I knew what nights she closed and what mornings she opened. At least once a week, she had a back-to-back shift. I traded nights with one of the other guys so I could close the same night she worked her back-to-back.

That was just the beginning of my plan. Next, I scored some Rohypnol from a guy I knew. One thing you could always count on was her always having a large cup of coffee sitting around. All I had to do was spike her coffee, and her ass would be mine.

Tonight was going to be the night. I had everything I needed. As I was still on her shit list, I knew I could count on her making me stay late to do something totally useless, which was also part of my plan. When she walked the last employees out and locked the doors, I spiked her coffee with a heavy dose of Rohypnol. All I had to do was start whatever lame job she made me stay late to do and wait for the drugs to kick in.

About 20 minutes later, I quietly walked up to the office and saw her sitting on her stool, struggling to keep her eyes open. I knew it would just be a matter of minutes before she would be totally out.

I went to the storage closet around the corner from the office, turned off the store’s surveillance system, and got the video equipment the store kept around to catch shoplifters and sticky-fingered cashiers. I then went to the produce department and collected some produce I thought might come in handy. I knew that by the time I got everything set up, she would be out enough for me to get started.

I went back to the office and found her slumped over the desk, her empty coffee cup on its side beside her arm. I put my mask on, set up the video cameras, and decided it was time for her lesson to begin.

She didn’t have a great body, but it was okay. It was hard to tell with the clothes she wore, but she seemed to have fairly small breasts, childbearing hips, and a slightly fat ass, but I was not in this for her body. I wanted to teach this bitch a lesson she would never forget. I knew with the Rohypnol, she would not remember much of the details, but she would definitely know something had been done to her, that she would never forget.

I started by pulling out my cock and sticking it in her mouth. She was just alert enough to start moving her tongue and mouth, trying to expel whatever foreign object was in her mouth. It wasn’t even close to a half-decent blowjob, but it was enough to start getting me hard. Even better, it looked like she was giving me a blowjob on camera.

Once I got fully erect, I started to face-fuck this management bitch. I forced my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until I started to hit the back of her throat. Every time I hit the back of her throat, she would gag or start to cough. Finally, I was able to force my dick down her throat. The constant gagging and her constriction of her throat trying to clear itself was driving me wild.

I was ready to cum any second. I didn’t mind cumming fast. I wanted to get my first cum out of the way so I could last as long as I wanted the rest of the night. Once I was sure I was as deep in her throat as I could get, I let my spunk loose. I felt like I dumped a gallon of cum down her throat and into her stomach.

Once I was sure every last drop of cum was in her stomach, I pulled out of her mouth. Now it was time to get down to more serious business.

I started by removing her shoes so I could get her pants off easier. Once I got her pants off, I started removing her blouse. I then found out why she looked like she had such a small chest. Under her blouse, she wore a t-shirt, a slip, and then a bra. I was pleasantly surprised at the size of her tits. They were most likely a small “C” cup with small, dark, aureoles, and nice, thick, hard, nipples. Just slightly more than a handful, with a little bit of a sag, but fun to play with nonetheless.