The Quarry
Copyright© 2026 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 3: “He Who Dares Wins” SAS motto
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: “He Who Dares Wins” SAS motto - The first of a series of five stories about the lives and loves of people who work at a quarry. As usual, I had problems with the codes. No AI was involved in writing this story. The errors are all on me.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Workplace Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband Anal Sex Squirting
Things went well for the next two months. I had caught the two drivers who stole the batteries. I was watching some porn on one computer when I noticed movement on the other screen. Two of my drivers entered the yard and proceeded to take the batteries out of one of my trucks. A quick call to the police and they were caught red handed. I pressed charges and they pled out and were ordered to repay me for the first two batteries they stole.
Then a couple of weeks later I saw two of my drivers looking around to make sure they were alone. Just out of curiosity I turned up the volume to listen to what they were saying.
Driver 1-- Do you think the fat boy will ever catch on?
Driver 2—Never. This is foolproof. We clock each other out a couple of times a week. That way it is never very noticeable on our paychecks but 3 or 4 hours a week really helps out. Just think we have been doing this for six months and no one is the wiser.
I waited until payday and instructed Kim to write them a check for one dollar each. When they came into my office to say there was a mistake. I played them the conversation I had recorded. Then fired them and told them if they complained I would turn it over to the police. They left and I never heard from them again.
Then one morning I came into the office and noticed that Kim seemed to be upset. After the drivers were all out, she came into my office and asked to talk to me.
“My husband, Leslie, has not been able to find a job and his un-employment checks stopped last month. We are two months behind on the electric bill and if I do not pay it by 4pm today they are going to shut it off. Can I please borrow $300?”
I study her for a minute and think this is my chance.
“I am sorry Kim, but I have a strict policy; I do not loan money.” She turns to leave and I see a tear starting to form in her eyes. “But I do pay for sex.”
She turns and looks at me, “What did you say?”
“I said I pay for sex. Let’s face it. No girl wants to have sex with me, so I use prostitutes. I have a lady that I pay $100 an hour to have sex with me. I’ll make you the same deal if you want it.”
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