Then She Made Four 3

by

Paul G Jutras

 

A story of fiction from my imagination

Paul came into work Sunday in her usual uniform that included a red tee shirt, black skirt, sneaker and pantyhose. With Sunday being the janitor day off, he clocked in and started doing his normal Sunday routine in helping keep the store clean.

He gathered a series of garbage bags from behind the counter and after removing one trash bag, he bent over to start lining it with a fresh one. It was then that the store manager came out and saw Paul. "Nice pair of legs." He joked with a smile.

"Jerk," thought Paul. "He's suppose to be manager, yet by leaving so much frozen food in the put back cart he must cost the store $100 a day in products that does bad."

Before Paul could straighten up, Mr. Madison ran up like a football start and gripped Paul from the back of shoulders. The manager was fast and leap frog himself onto Paul's back before he could react. As Paul felt the breasts his hormones had started to give him being squeezed, his leg managed to catch himself from toppling over and he straightened up.

"You know my cast comes off tomorrow." Brandon said sweetly. "If the fridge at the dorm wasn't bare, I wouldn't be out today doing this. Now I'm glad I did."

"You are one of our best works, Paula." He smiled as two female employees walked out of the office. One had already complained about having her own breast poke by the man.

"What's going on here?" Alice asked as she saw Paul turn around and slap his boss across the face.

"He attacked me." Paul cried. "He grabbed my breasts and if you didn't come in he might of rape me."

"Come now." Mr. Madison said. "I'm not into men. The only reason you're not fired is because of the cross dresser in our other store winning his law suit against the company for firing without due cause."

"I'm warning you, sir." Paul said with a fire in his eyes. "You touch me again and I'll have the courts issue a restaining order against you."

The work day went by without further problem and after work Paul went to his local club meeting where cross dressers, transsexuals and gays could enjoy some card games, movies or just be themselves without people laughing.

As Paul was enjoying a video about a cross dressing cop, a man in black leather walked pass a man in a pink wig and blue school uniform to sit on the couch with him. Paul just sat watching the movie when the man put his arm around him and moved closer.

"Does that bother you?" the man asked.

"Not at all," replied Paul. He rested his head on the man's shoulder and felt a warm feeling of being safe and secure in a man's arms. Something he needed after the events at work.

As one man selected a number in the jute box, the guy held Paul's hand and stood up. "Care to dance?"

"Only if I can follow," blushed Paul.

When Paul got home that night, he washed his nylons in the bathroom sink and hung it and his bra on the shower rod to dry. He then took off his make up, fixed his hair and put on a lovely pair of pink silk pajamas that matched his finger and toe nail polish.

The next day at work he was just walking in the door when Mr. Madison grabbed him and shoved him again the door's glass front. "Now listen here, freak." He said. "We have the boss from the main branch here today. I want you to go straight to your department and pretend you don't exist. Got it?"

As soon as Mr. Madison let go of Paul, he ran out to the sidewalk pay phone. To Madison's horror, Paul called the police when soon came and hauled him off in the back of the paddy wagon.

Several months later, Paul showed up in court with his legs freshly waxed and wearing a new dress and open toe three inch heels he bought special for his court date. Paul was soon on the witness stand.

"Would you like to tell the court what happened on the day in question." Paul's lawyer asked as Paul explain his tale of the two separate events Especially how on the first he felt like Mr. Madison had plan to either drive Paul's head into the hard tile floor or rape him, too afraid to show his true feelings toward men. With that Paul won the case and Mr. Madison lost his job. Course he soon found there wasn't many jobs, manager or otherwise for someone who strikes his fellow employees.

THE END

   

  

  

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