Work Placement 1
Rosie slammed the door behind her, flung her shoulder bag across the room, flopped down in the armchair, and folded her arms in an attitude of simmering fury. The young woman looked immaculate in her black jacket, white blouse, black pencil skirt, and strappy heels, but her eyes were red and smudged with mascara, her cheeks glowed crimson with anger or shame, and her chest was heaving.
Rosie’s older sister Chelsea sat beside her and stroked her shoulder. “Hey, sis. What’s up? How was your first day on the job?”
Rosie looked up, angry eyes glaring at her sister and her mother. She let out a wordless gasp of anguish, and when she finally spoke, it was in a tone of bitter sarcasm. “How was my first day on the job? It was only my life’s most humiliating, embarrassing, shameful experience.”
Sally sat by her daughter’s side and put an arm on her shoulder. “Oh, dear darling. That isn’t very good. Didn’t you see daddy? I’m sure he could help.”
Rosie thumped the table. “No. It’s all because of daddy. He’s the reason I’ve been ashamed and humiliated all day. God, I wish he wasn’t my dad. I hate him. He’s pathetic. They wouldn’t laugh at me if I weren’t his daughter.”
Sally shook her head. “Why darling? Surely being the daughter of one of the top company men would help.”
Rosie wiped the mascara from her eyes and looked at her mother. A sardonic smile spread across her face. “Oh, mummy. If only you knew. Do you know what they call dad at work?” Rosie ignored the confusion on her mother’s face and continued, “They call him Small Dick Smith. Or just Small Dick.”
Sally frowned while suppressing a giggle. “Oh, dear. How unfortunate. Gosh.”
She allowed a small smile to form on her lips which only seemed to infuriate her angry daughter further.
“It’s not funny, mum. They all call him that behind his back. And now I’m known as ‘Small Dick’s Daughter.’ They all say he’s a sleaze, a letch, and a pervert.”
Rosie looked from sister to mother, saw that they were listening, took a deep breath, and continued.
“The first thing the other girls told me when I got to work this morning was to avoid being alone with ‘Small dick Smith; because apparently, he likes them ‘as young as can be’ and he gropes and leers and dribbles over all the girls in the office. All the female staff was there listening and nodding. Then Mary, my supervisor, heard what they were all saying. She told everyone that she hoped I’d be safe with Mr. Smith, and when they all looked confused, she introduced me.
“‘This is Rosie Smith, daughter of Mr. Smith,’ she said. ‘Everyone in the company will be expected to treat Rosie the same as any other young female employee except her father, Mr. Smith, who will be expected to keep his hands off his daughter!’
Everyone laughed. It was so embarrassing.”
Sally was upset but not shocked. “I’m so sorry, darling. But anyway, the first day at work deserves a bottle of wine. Come on.”
She opened the bottle and poured a glass for each of them. Sally proposed a toast to Rosie. “To Rosie and all office girls. And down with men like…”
“Like who, mum?”
“Like your bloody father. I don’t know. Still, you have to see the funny side.”
Rosie downed her glass and poured another. She was still upset but appeared more relaxed now. “So mum, is it true? About dad? His unfortunate nickname?”
She wiggled her pinky finger in the universal sign of a small penis.
Sally giggled. “Oh yes. I’m afraid so. Tiny.”
After a few glasses, it all seemed less serious. Sally was relieved to be able to talk openly with her daughters. They were young women now, both sexually active. They asked her how she’d coped with being married to their father with his small penis and perving after young women.
She decided to be open. “I’ve managed by cheating on him. Your father has caught me. He doesn’t like it. He says he doesn’t, although he spends much time wanking his little stiffy while I’m out getting fucked.”
By the time David returned from work, the three were rather drunk and burst into laughter when they saw him. The mood changed when he asked Rosie how her first day at work had gone. Rosie remembered how angry and humiliated she had been.
“Fucking awful. Thanks to you, Mr. Smith. Small Dick Smith.”
“Oh.” David went red. He knew some rumors and jokes but not how widespread they were.
“So, why do they call you that, daddy?” smirked Rosie.
David stammered. “I…I… I don’t know.”
They all laughed.
“Yes, you do. We all know what it refers to, daddy. Mummy has told us.”
David looked at his wife. She raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, and he felt his dick stiffen. He looked at the scornful smirks of his daughters and felt it stiffen some more.
“We want to know how everybody knows about your little dick,” continued Rosie.
“Yes, darling. Have you been getting your willy out at work?” accused Sally.
“No. Oh no. Haha! Gosh no. I expect it’s one of the young sales guys. They must have seen me in the washroom and told one of the girls. Probably trying to impress them. You know what those young men are like, always chatting the girls up.”
Rosie interrupted her father. “That’s not what I hear, dad. The only man I’ve been told to avoid if I don’t want unwanted sexual advances is you. Thankfully I’m your daughter, so I’m saved from that awful experience.”
Chelsea giggled. “Don’t be so sure, Rosie. I’ve caught daddy looking at your tits and dribbling. Mine as well. Isn’t that right, daddy?”
David opened and closed his mouth like a fish.
Sally laughed derisively. “Doesn’t surprise me. Jerking his little boy dick over little girls. Even over his daughters.”
Rosie looked her father up and down with a glare of withering contempt.
Her father was red-faced and breathless with shame and excitement.
Both knew that nothing would be the same at work or home.
To Be Continued…?
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