The Evil Industry series!

Location:
Main offcies of National Broadcast Entertainment, suite 32, floor 9, where Jessie is seen waiting in a looong line, folders and sheets of paper held close to her bosom.

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WSB (Wrasslin Super Babes) office halls were long, yet the appointment lines were longer; thirty two people infront and eighteen people behind her to be exact. All of them here to see the same prick she was.
She would've never thought that committing to an appointment with her old supervisor would take sooo much time. Especially when all they were going to discuss when she got there wasn't going to take no more than 2 minutes.

"What the hell is up with all these people! I thought this was a PRIVATE appointment, not some foodstamp line! Ugh...."

Jessie folds her arms and pouts, a gesture that you'd normally see when she's in her Turkey Onions persona, in the ring. Only this time, Jessie is just plain ol' Jessie, trying to get see her supervisor to get out of her contract. It was 30 past the hour, out of the 2 hours she had been here so far. So far, there was nothing to help her past the time. she already tried playing with her hair, playing her chewing gum, counting to 999,999,999 and back. None of them helped time pass by.
However, she still counn't shake this feeling; her shifting feet, ankles wriggling together, her fidgeting fingers. This odd, yet too familiar feeling between her thighs was the cause....

"Shit, I gotta pee"

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Oh no! Will Jessie FINALLY make it to then end of the line and see her HR Manager aka The Supavisor!? Or will her poor bladder control take over and force her to use the bathroom, LOSING her place in the already supaLOOONG line!!! Find out laterz!

Previously, on "The Evil Industry", Jessie...was...uh....yeah, she was just waiting on line. Nothing new there. Eventually, she had finally got to the front of the line without any "accidents" " title="Laughing" />

INT. WSB HR manager's office.

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Jessie knocks once, listens, then knocks twice more.

"Come on in..."

The door groans open, revealing the HR, himself, preoccupied with clerical work. Newspapers on the floor, coffee statined desk and the flickering ceiling lights. The entire office was cluttered in shit. A sure sign that WSB hadn't been seeing good income for a good, hot minute. Kinda makes her feel good about breaking ties now, more than ever.

"I'm heeeere!"

Her greeting sounded more like a note, slightly off key. The manager didn't seem to mind. His head was still buried in his business, probably charts, graphs, letters and other boring shit. Jessie swallows hard, steps in and nudges the door shut behind her. She raises her voice, hoping that he'd look up and notice her wearing her best smile.

"I came down from the senior's office yesterday..."

Jessie walks over to the HR's desk, slaps down a few sheets of paper and continues.

"...all you need to do now is sign off the release"

The HR looks up and finally makes eye contact, something that he had deprived her of since she first stepped into his office. He clears his throat and folded his hands in a smooth, calm manner.

".....a release, you say?"

"Uhm....yeah.....you know...." Jessie picks back up her papers and waves it infront of her. "Papers...remember?"

His expression doesn't budge. He clears his throat again before speaking. His words easily flow in a deep, focused tone.

"Look, Jessie, I know you've been working here with us for a little under a year, but I can't sign you off"

"What do you mean!?"

"I can't sign you o--"

"--I know, I heard you!" Heat stirs in Jessie's voice. She puts her papers back down and continues.

"You know what I mean! Don't you got, like, 18 other people under the new B-listers to wrestle NEXT YEAR!? Why would you need to keep me for!!?"

"BECAUSE!! Jessie, you're still one whole year shy of our agreement! Rember the deal? Two years under WSB THEN your eligibility can be terminated AFTER!"

"Two years OR atleast a quarter million, George! Have you forgotten about that little detail? I already passed the quota for THAT, didn't I?"

Silence lingers for a while before the HR finally decides to drop the ball.

"Look...in the wake of your....absence....that last show we did was through a JOINT venture between Allen Ent. You know how much that costed us? All for a hundred seater booking, half of what we couldn't even fill with our main event! Do you know how much DEBT that leaves us? Like it or not, Jessie, you're our biggest crowd pull in! And you're still A YEAR shy of our agreement!"

Jessie rolls her eyes and glances away. "...fuck. It's always the piece of signed paper that mucks everything up..."
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Oh no! Jessie wants to leave the WSB, but the fucking place isn't making much money and basically NEEDS her to stay! What will Jessie do, now! Will She finally be released and become the free agent she yearns to be? Or will she be enslaved for another grueling year under the flimsy piece of paper, aka, THE CONTRACT!? Find out next time!