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“You gonna answer it?” asked Chastity, gesturing to the phone part of the fax machine.
“I’d rather blow Mr. Frost than answer a fax machine phone.”
The ringing stopped a second later. But then it starting printing something.
“Ah!” I nearly fell out of my chair. “It’s alive.”
The paper lurched out of the fax machine and floated to the floor.
I picked it up and read: “Ashley Cooper to the roof, please. And come alone.”
Chastity snatched it from me and read it too. “Weird.”
“Why would I be needed on the roof?”
Chastity looked over at Mr. Frost’s very empty office. “Seems to me like Mr. Frost is hoping to meet with you away from prying eyes.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
I took a deep breath. That was super weird. Maybe he was just inviting me up there so that not everyone in the office would see me cry after he fired me. “Okay, let’s go see what he wants.” I stood up to go, but Chastity stayed put. “Aren’t you coming?” I asked.
She shook her head. “The fax machine was very specific about you coming alone.”
Alone to the roof? I swallowed hard. Chastity had been right. He definitely wanted a blowjob.
Too Much Sausage - Chapter 12 - A Man Cannot Scream When His Mouth is Full of Sausage
Monday – September 25, 2023
Ash
This was it. As the elevator ascended to the roof, I could see exactly what was about to happen.
Mr. Frost would ask me for a blowjob.
I’d say no.
He’d fire me.
The end. My time at BIMG would be over, and I’d officially be unemployed. Which really, really sucked. Because I loved my job. Even Mr. Frost hadn’t totally ruined it for me with his stupid binders, which was a testament to just how good of a fit it was. I was freaking born for this job.
God, Mr. Frost is such an asshole.I couldn’t believe that he was actually trying to get a blowjob out of all this. Why me?! Chastity totally would have been down to blow him to save our jobs. Or if she wasn’t into him, she’d just record it and then blackmail the company into giving her a promotion. She’d definitely gotten at least one promotion that way. Maybe more.
Wait a second!I could totally do exactly that.
I pulled out my phone and searched for a voice recorder app. There were tons, but I didn’t have time to be a discerning shopper. I clicked on the first one and started the download.
I kept glancing between the floor counter and the download bar. Five floors to go. 50% downloaded.Come on! Come on!
The download finished a split second before the elevator got to the roof, giving me just enough time to open the app and hit the big red RECORD button. I was still shoving my phone back into my purse when the doors slid open.
Shit!I hoped Mr. Frost hadn’t seen. If he got suspicious…
All of those thoughts immediately disappeared when I looked out onto the roof and saw a familiar looking helicopter with SAUSAGE KING scrawled on the side.
The sausage king himself, Otto von Wurst, was standing in front of it.
What is he doing here?And then I remembered the message I’d left him. What had I said? I couldn’t remember the exact wording, but I could recall a few key points. I’d told him that I was going to be murdered, said his sausage was delicious, and then asked him to bring me some. Oh, and I’d also asked him to come save me in his helicopter. Which he was apparently now doing.
“Miss Cooper,” said Otto in his German accent. “Thank you for your order.” He stepped forward and handed me a to-go bag from the sausage king.
