Massaging Up Morale by Kris P. Kreme
Hoping to boost the morale of employees, Griffin has purchased fancy new chairs.
These chairs, Leathertech Automassagers, adapt to whoever sits in them, providing the perfect massage. Unfortunately even a fancy chair can’t solve the problem of a bitchy production manager like Courtney, can it?
When two employees play a prank and turn the intensity dial on her chair as high as it will go, past safety levels, the intelligence might just get massaged and shocked right out of her, leaving Courtney truly ready to boost every man’s morale.
In the corporate world morale is everything, especially in an office environment where cubicle life can be tedious, crowded, and stressful for the lowest of employees. As the manager of one such business, Griffin has always sought to do best by his employees, to keep morale safely high enough to avoid any lags in production and efficiency.
Such was the reason he hired Courtney, a brilliant and stunning redhead with all the intelligence and qualifications to manage over production. Barely a year in as production manager and Courtney has successfully killed morale, her beauty often first seen but seldom remembered as her cold and ruthless attitude towards the employees kills any benefits of having her around.
Unfortunately there is no recourse to fire her, Courtney having done no wrong technically, only guilty of being a bitch and making the primarily male employee’s lives miserable. Thus Griffin believes he may just have come up with the ultimate solution, though even he is quick to believe that there’s little hope his idea might fully solve the Courtney problem in the office.
An entire shipment of Leathertech Automassage chairs has just arrived, highly expensive and advanced smart massagers to replace each and every chair in the building. Every employee will have one, and according to the company, these chairs once set up feature a smart sensor array within the seat that detects and responds to countless stimuli from the user. They adapt and can react to stress, tense muscles, uncomfortable seating, general daily nuisances which never help the overall morale of people spending so much time staring at a computer.
The only hope is that somehow these generous new technological marvels in seating will distract everyone from just how annoying the bitchy know-it-all Courtney can be. Leaving diligent employees, Cal and Ted, at the loading dock to assemble and distribute the fancy chairs, Griffin returns upstairs, unaware that there is a decent if fairly easy amount of work to be done in basic assembly. One such task neither Cal nor Ted were expecting, particularly from something proclaimed to be an Automassager, is the required intensity setting adjustments they need to make to each chair before zipping up the back leather cover and placing the chairs out for use.
The funny little stick figure diagrams seem to warn that the intensity settings should never be set too high or else some sort of head injury might occur, but there’s no way of telling what sort of injury the warning speaks of. It literally is as simple as a stick figure in the chair with little lightning bolts around the head. Assuming it’s just a risk of mild electric shock, the chairs having three prong plugs, neither Cal nor Ted feels too bad at plotting a little revenge on the one and only Courtney who’s barely at work that day and already jumping on their case about productivity.
Having demanded they hurry up and bring her chair to her office so she can get right to work, Cal and Ted hide their amusement and turn the intensity dial inside the back of the chair all the way up, as far as it can go, hoping that she gets a nice healthy zap when she sits down in it. It certainly isn’t going to make up for everything she does to make life in the office hell but it also won’t hurt any.
Walking into her office shortly after, Courtney realizes the moronic employees didn’t even plug her fancy new chair in. With a roll of the eyes, she plugs it in and takes a seat, instantly getting one hell of an intense jolt straight up her entire body, along with the most intense and thorough massage of her life.
Attempting to move is impossible, the Automassager literally frying her insides with electrical surges, pulsing in time with the massaging motors within the chair. She thrashes wildly, losing focus, feeling her thoughts grow hazy and as suddenly as the pain struck her, the feeling changes to perhaps the most pleasurable sensation the uptight woman with a disregard for men has ever felt.
Unknown to Courtney, Griffin is planning a confrontation with her about the attitude she has had with the employees, finally ready to stand up for the men whose morale he is trying to boost. What awaits him when he walks in the former fierce professional’s office and finds a drooling pleasured bimbo in her place is anything but a routine day at the office.
For those whose work life has been hell, Courtney was never much of a morale booster but one way or another the new fancy high tech chairs in the office are definitely going to see to it that morale will never suffer again and Courtney will personally see to it.
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