#Hourly Contracts

[foldingfittedsheets]

My dad recently was like, “You’re charging way too low for commissions!”

I was like, “I’m running that price because it’s an affordable entry level to getting art for people that can’t otherwise afford it. By doing that I can get more commissions than I normally would from people who don’t usually commission at all. If I had higher prices I’d make less overall because people couldn’t afford it.”

“Yeah, but you should charge more! You’re worth more, people will pay!” He insisted.

…okay boomer.

[melodiesofmidnight]

Guess who got laid off today but got an immediate job offer from my boss's boss to fill their senior project manager opening for double my salary

[guinevereslancelot]

not to be ungrateful but i don't get paid enough at my job lol

[ziskeyt]

over the past few jobs i've had since like 2018 i've been very good at enforcing my time boundaries. recently, i've had a number of comments about this in the form of others who feel envious of my ability to sign off. so today i am here as a professional adult to tell you: you have to make your job listen to you. you have to tell your job when you work. i'm not magically some outlier about this, i'm not special, i'm just a person who read my work contract and makes my company adhere to what we agreed. the point is: you need to determine your work boundaries and you have to be the one to maintain them.

the job i really nailed down doing this was before i went to grad school and had to balance that time, and before i had my stroke and became disabled. i was just working a job as an admin assistant / marketing coordinator to four (4!) real estate sales people (realtors). if you know anything about realtors you likely know they work all the time. all of it. they are working. or schmoozing, but that's still work for them. so, in that industry a lot of admins end up working long hours to get reports out, create marketing collateral, fill in lease abstracts, what have you. it's extremely normalized. all the old guard of older women admins at every job i've had in real estate would work beyond the 9-5. so, how'd i do it?

perhaps it's because they were sales people that me saying i would work 9-5 but come in 8-4 on the days they wanted an 8am meeting helped, perhaps they intrinsically understood the value of my time. but i doubt it, because again, i worked in an industry where practically every other admin worked long hours for no reason. but i did tell them they could have my phone for emergencies and that was it, if they needed me once i went home it was going to wait until i was back in the morning. there are so very few, so minuscule in number, situations where your business job will ever have an after hours emergency that you need to work overtime unpaid for. everything else? it's not that urgent. they can wait. and they did. i worked my 8-4 on mondays and 9-5 the other days for months. you may think, "oh but if i leave at 5 and others are still working i might hinder my ability to get a promotion" and if you work at a place where that is the case, that is well beyond the only thing inherently wrong with your work environment and you should look for something else. i worked commercial real estate, not only did i get promotions, i was headhunted from competitors and offered better pay and positions. and in every firm i saw the admins working beyond their hours. every single one. and people would comment on me not working until 7pm in a jealous way, but again. i wasn't doing anything special. i just wasn't letting the company out of the agreement it made with me. during the time i was doing part time grad school and full time work i just told my bosses, (and my potential ones when i interviewed for those "our dick's bigger than yours" games cre firms play with each other), that i would work 8-1 on days i had to commute to school and make up my hours other days. i didn't ask for this. i laid it out to my bosses and said this is how it is going to be. i said if there was ever anything absolutely urgent they could try and email me while i was in class but i would be unlikely to respond. my work never suffered for me working my agreed upon hours, nor when i needed to shuffle them to accommodate school. and sure, if you have an unreasonable boss it is going to be incredibly difficult to get them to respect your time because they do not respect you. either you can try and make it work, try and fight for yourself every single day, or you get a new job. i have had garbage bosses who neither respected my time nor me as a person. i cannot advise how you change those people, only that you need to get the fuck away from them as soon as you are able. no job is worth your health, mental or physical. here in ontario you have the right to disconnect now, the right legally to turn off your phone and ignore your work emails and calls. you may not live in ontario so i do not know what your legal rights are, but i will say to read your work contract. get familiar with your rights as an employee. if you're confused about anything call your local law school they tend to have student phone banks for questions and i've used them for some help with employment law questions i've had in the past. the thing is, you sign a contract to accept a job, but the company also signed this contract. you are held to adhering to it in order to continue to have your job. so, too, you should hold the company to it in order to keep having you. You are the asset. make them remember that.

[newkiqx]

Installed a sensor on my girl so i know when

[cfo-of-antifa]

i have a call for a potential job position in like 5 minutes and even though i don't plan on taking it i'm still nervous 😔 anxiety is kicking me in the ass and i never know how to prepare for these things

[odinsblog]

🗣️THIS IS WHAT INCLUSIVE, COMPASSIONATE DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE

Minnesota Dems enacted a raft of laws to make the state a trans refuge, and ensure people receiving trans care here can't be reached by far-right governments in places like Florida and Texas. (link)

Minnesota Dems ensured that everyone, including undocumented immigrants, can get drivers' licenses. (link)

They made public college free for the majority of Minnesota families. (link)

Minnesota Dems dropped a billion dollars into a bevy of affordable housing programs, including by creating a new state housing voucher program. (link)

Minnesota Dems massively increased funding for the state's perpetually-underfunded public defenders, which lets more public defenders be hired and existing public defenders get a salary increase. (link)

Dems raised Minnesota education spending by 10%, or about 2.3 billion. (link)

Minnesota Dems created an energy standard for 100% carbon-free electricity by 2040. (link)

Minnesota already has some of the strongest election infrastructure (and highest voter participation) in the country, but the legislature just made it stronger, with automatic registration, preregistration for minors, and easier access to absentee ballots. (link)

Minnesota Dems expanded the publicly subsidized health insurance program to undocumented immigrants. This one's interesting because it's the sort of things Dems often balk at. The governor opposed it! The legislature rolled over him and passed it anyway. (link)

Minnesota Dems expanded background checks and enacted red-flag laws, passing gun safety measures that the GOP has thwarted for years. (link)

Minnesota Dems gave the state AG the power to block the huge healthcare mergers that have slowly gobbled up the state's medical system. (link)

Minnesota Dems restored voting rights to convicted felons as soon as they leave prison. (link)

Minnesota Dems made prison phone calls free. (link)

Minnesota Dems passed new wage protection rules for the construction industry, against industry resistance. (link)

Minnesota Dems created a new sales tax to fund bus and train lines, an enormous victory for the sustainability and quality of public transit. Transit be more pleasant to ride, more frequent, and have better shelters, along more lines. (link)

They passed strict new regulations on PFAS ("forever chemicals"). (link)

Minnesota Dems passed the largest bonding bill in state history! Funding improvements to parks, colleges, water infrastructure, bridges, etc. etc. etc. (link)

They're going to build a passenger train from the Twin Cities to Duluth. (link)

I can't even find a news story about it but there's tens of millions in funding for new BRT lines, too. (link)

A wonky-but-important change: Minnesota Dems indexed the state gas tax to inflation, effectively increasing the gas tax. (link)

They actually indexed a bunch of stuff to inflation, including the state's education funding formula, which helps ensure that school spending doesn't decline over time. (link)

Minnesota Dems made hourly school workers (e.g., bus drivers and paraprofessionals) eligible for unemployment during summer break, when they're not working or getting paid. (link)

Minnesota Dems passed a bunch of labor protections for teachers, including requiring school districts to negotiate class sizes as part of union contracts. (Yet another @SydneyJordanMN special here. (link)

Minnesota Dems created a state board to govern labor standards at nursing homes. (link)

Minnesota Dems created a Prescription Drug Affordability Board, which would set price caps for high-cost pharmaceuticals. (link)

Minnesota Dems created new worker protections for Amazon warehouse workers and refinery workers. (link)

Minnesota Dems passed a digital fair repair law, which requires electronics manufacturers to make tools and parts available so that consumers can repair their electronics rather than purchase new items. (link)

Minnesota Dems made Juneteenth a state holiday. (link)

Minnesota Dems banned conversion therapy. (link)

They spent nearly a billion dollars on a variety of environmental programs, from heat pumps to reforestation. (link)

Minnesota Dems expanded protections for pregnant and nursing workers - already in place for larger employers - to almost everyone in the state. (link)

Minnesota Dems created a new child tax credit that will cut child poverty by about a quarter. (link)

Minnesota Democrats dropped a quick $50 million into homelessness prevention programs. (link)

And because the small stuff didn't get lost in the big stuff, they passed a law to prevent catalytic converter thefts. (link)

Minnesota Dems increased child care assistance. (link)

Minnesota Dems banned "captive audience meetings," where employers force employees to watch anti-union presentations. (link)

No news story yet, but Minnesota Dems forced signal priority changes to Twin Cities transit. Right now the trains have to wait at intersections for cars, which, I can say from experience, is terrible. Soon that will change.

Minnesota Dems provided the largest increase to nursing home funding in state history. (link)

They also bumped up salaries for home health workers, to help address the shortage of in-home nurses. (link)

Minnesota Dems legalized drug paraphernalia, which allows social service providers to conduct needle exchanges and address substance abuse with reduced fear of incurring legal action. (link)

Minnesota Dems banned white supremacists and extremists from police forces, capped probation at 5 years for most crimes, improved clemency, and mostly banned no-knock warrants. (link)

Minnesota Dems also laid the groundwork for a public health insurance option. (link)

I’m happy for the people of Minnesota, but as a Floridian living under Ron DeSantis & hateful Republicans, I’m also very envious tbh. We know that democracy can work, and this is a shining example of what government could be like in the hands of legislators who actually care about helping people in need, and not pursuing the GOP’s “culture wars” and suppressing the votes of BIPOC, and inflicting maximum harm on those who aren’t cis/het, white, wealthy, Christian males. BRAVO MINNESOTA. This is how you do it! And the Minnesota Dems did it with a one seat majority, so no excuses. Forget about the next election and focus on doing as much good as you can, while you still can. 👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿

👉🏿 https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1660846689450688514.html

[thegreathomestuckreread]

what if i taught at an expensive-ass private school. what if i became a filthy sell-out for health benefits and paid time off and a consistent monday-friday work schedule and applied to teach at an expensive-ass private school.

i mean there's a stupendously slim chance i would even get an interview but what if.

[macleod]

UPS has reached an agreement with the Teamsters union to avert a strike. These are the highlights of the tentative 2023-2028 agreement:

Historic wage increases. Existing full- and part-time UPS Teamsters will get $2.75 more per hour in 2023, and $7.50 more per hour over the length of the contract.

Existing part-timers will be raised up to no less than $21 per hour immediately, and part-time seniority workers earning more under a market rate adjustment would still receive all new general wage increases.

General wage increases for part-time workers will be double the amount obtained in the previous UPS Teamsters contract — and existing part-time workers will receive a 48 percent average total wage increase over the next five years.

Wage increases for full-timers will keep UPS Teamsters the highest paid delivery drivers in the nation, improving their average top rate to $49 per hour.

Current UPS Teamsters working part-time would receive longevity wage increases of up to $1.50 per hour on top of new hourly raises, compounding their earnings.

New part-time hires at UPS would start at $21 per hour and advance to $23 per hour.

All UPS Teamster drivers classified as 22.4s would be reclassified immediately to Regular Package Car Drivers and placed into seniority, ending the unfair two-tier wage system at UPS.

Safety and health protections, including vehicle air conditioning and cargo ventilation. UPS will equip in-cab A/C in all larger delivery vehicles, sprinter vans, and package cars purchased after Jan. 1, 2024. All cars get two fans and air induction vents in the cargo compartments.

All UPS Teamsters would receive Martin Luther King Day as a full holiday for the first time.

No more forced overtime on Teamster drivers’ days off. Drivers would keep one of two workweek schedules and could not be forced into overtime on scheduled off-days.

UPS Teamster part-timers will have priority to perform all seasonal support work using their own vehicles with a locked-in eight-hour guarantee. For the first time, seasonal work will be contained to five weeks only from November-December.

The creation of 7,500 new full-time Teamster jobs at UPS and the fulfillment of 22,500 open positions, establishing more opportunities through the life of the agreement for part-timers to transition to full-time work.

More than 60 total changes and improvements to the National Master Agreement — more than any other time in Teamsters history — and zero concessions from the rank-and-file.

Unions work, unionize.

[cleolinda]

Teamsters union leaders hailed the deal, which now heads to rank-and-file workers for a vote, for its “historic” wage gains, and UPS called the pact a “win-win-win” for employees, the company and customers.

“UPS has put $30 billion in new money on the table as a direct result of these negotiations,” Teamsters President Sean O'Brien said in a statement Tuesday. “This contract sets a new standard in the labor movement and raises the bar for all workers.”

Under the new deal, 22.4 drivers would be reclassified as regular drivers and see their pay adjusted accordingly. UPS will also be prevented from requiring drivers to work overtime on their scheduled days off.

Also included in the five-year contract deal are what the union called “historic” wage increases. Current full- and part-time union workers are guaranteed a $2.75 hourly pay increase this year, the Teamsters said, amounting to a $7.50 hourly increase through the duration of the contract. Pay for existing and starting part-time workers — which UPS and Teamsters leadership described as the last hurdle for contract — will be raised to at least $21 per hour immediately, and will advance to $23 per hour.

This includes the air conditioning that had already been agreed on. The workers won.

[billthedrake]

FAMILY LAW

The father was about my age, with thinning hair mostly gray and a silvery five o'clock shadow to match. He seemed uncomfortable walking into my office, which was my first giveaway.

The younger man with him was clearly his son, same face, same nose, same hazel eyes. He was a strapping man, tall and big, and his athletic hoodie made his large body seem even bulkier.

"Mr. Drake," the dad said as he extended his hand for a handshake. "I'm Pete Grubienski, this is my son, Mike" The man lacked his son's muscle but he was naturally beefy and his big mitt of a hand had a strong grip.

"Hey," Mike said, his voice deep for his age yet friendly, and his handshake was surprisingly a more normal grip.

They sat down in the leather armchairs.

"How can I help you gentlemen?" I asked.

Pete started in. "You may recognize my son," he said. A knowing look on his face.

I looked over at Mike Grubienski. He was a very hot stud, if I could appraise him without being too obvious in my lust. My husband always made fun of me for a weekness for big muscle, and this Grubienski stud had it in spades. His daddy did too, in his own way.

I shrugged. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid, I don't."

That got a smile and a laugh from Mike. "Dad just likes bragging, Mr. Drake...."

"Bill," I interjected.

"Bill," he said. "I just signed to play for the Bengals. A pretty sweet contract."

"Congratulations."

Pete looked over at Mike with clear paternal pride before he remembered his business. He got a more serious look and turned to me. "Everything here stays private, right?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Grubienski."

"Call me Pete," he said. His turn to insist on a first name basis. "You have an NDA form to sign or anything?"

I had a confidentiality agreement and slid two copies his way.

As he looked it over, Mike smiled at me. I couldn't tell if he was sizing me up, or just tried to be as relaxed as his dad was uptight.

Pete signed and dated and slid them back to me. I did the same.

That seemed to calm him and I could see his beefy body relax into the chair. "We want you to draw up a financial agreement," Pete said. "As Mike told you, he has a good deal of signing bonus and more coming his way, so I..."

I stopped him mid sentence. "I'm happy to advise you, gentleman, but you might want to talk to a financial planner instead."

Mike spoke up. "We're actually looking for something more unconventional, Bill," he said. "We got your name from an internet forum."

Pete's hazel eyes lit up. "One of those forums you really have to search for... what do you call it? The dark web?"

Mike laughed and reached over and squeezed his dad's shoulder. The son had about three inches of height on his father, which was strangely hot. "It's not that bad," he said. He turned back to me. "But yeah... when we read about you, I figured it was worth the flight out here."

I was getting a boner in my trousers. I figured this is what it was like being a cameraman for a porn shoot. An occupational hazard.

"For the right clients, I do specialize in some unconventional sides of the law."

"I didn't believe him," Pete said. "But Mike has an instinct."

"How unconventional?" Mike asked, a twinkle in his eye. I wasn't sure if he was being flirty or still wanted conversation. With clients like these, no one ever came right out and said what services they were looking for.

"Enough to get me disbarred," I assured him. "But it's a labor of love." I paused. "I've very much used many of the legal strategies I advice clients on."

"Like...?" Pete asked.

"Marriage contracts, surrogacy, adoption..."

"That's hot," Mike hissed, reaching down to pay the bone he had growing in his jeans.

"So we can talk freely?" Pete asked.

"Please do," I assured him. We were getting to that part of the consultation. Something about being charged my hourly rate will sometimes get men to brass tacks faster.

He turned to Mike with a look that could only be described as pure love and patted his son's knee. "I'm in a relationship with my son." He turned back to me and added, "We don't have any official thing of course, but in our eyes we're married."

"We can address that," I assured him. "Not official marriage of course, but a contractual bond that has all the other legal recognition." I spread my legs beneath my desk to let my hardon ride up in my suit. "I can speak from experience that there's something incredibly exciting about signing the documents together with your husband."

Mike got a real quiet, horny look on his face. Pete grinned. "Yeah? You speaking about your son... or...?"

"My son," I admitted. "Adam. We've been married for eight years."

"Wow," Mike hissed. He ran his hand caressingly up his father's neck. "Dad and I have only talked that way for a couple of years. But it feels like he's been my my whole life." He paused, embarrassed. "Not like that, Bill... but you know, emotionally..."

"I get it," I said. "I'm the same way with my dad."

Pete laughed, a nervous laugh but also an amused. "That's fucking wild." Then, "pardon my French."

"We're men here, Pete," I said. "Feel free to speak openly."

"That we are," the father said with a naughty look on his face.

It was Mike's turn to bring it back to business. "So, Bill... we're looking for some legal arrangement where Dad would have complete control over my money."

"A financial power of attorney?" I clarified.

"Yeah," Mike enthused. "A mega one," he said. "I don't know the legal options, but I want Dad to have full control."

I looked over at Pete. His son's hand was still on his neck and the big guy was relaxing his body back into Mike's touch. "The kid gets off on being given an allowance. It's kind of his thing."

I'd dealt with some wild stuff, but this was a first. I tried to choose my words carefully. "Just to be clear, gentelmen, certain powers of attorneys can be open to financial abuse..."

Mike stopped. "We've talked this through, Bill. Dad and I each are into control. It's very much consensual." He leaned in toward Pete. "You wanna show him, Dad?" he asked.

Pete nodded and stood up. I watched him undo his jeans and shuck them down. There was no underwear. The man's dick was fully locked in a chastity device. He gave me a good look then pulled the jeans back up.

"Too much?" Mike asked me, trying to read the blushing look on my face.

I shook my head. "It's just that I never thought I'd find chastity devices a turn on."

Pete laughed. "Me either, buddy... but with this one..." he turned to his son. "It's been magical."

"So..." Mike asked. "You think you can help us?"

I nodded. "I believe so."

****

"The babysitter here?" I asked, pulling my son into a kiss and pawing at his body through the button-down shirt. Adam wasn't an NFL player like Mike Grubienski, but he'd played football in high school and still kept up his workouts and bulked up even as a stay-at-home dad.

"She's in the other room," he whispered. "Jesus, Dad, you're not even gonna wait for date night are ya?"

I pulled back. Adam could see the chub in my suitpants, which I'd have to get under control if I wanted to be more presentable. "I had some special clients today... guess I"m a little worked up from that."

"I want the full story," my son said. "What you can share."

"Of course," I said.

I went to say hello and good night to our two children. Chase was 8 now and Jackson 6. We'd had all by surrogacy - Chase was from my sperm, Jackson from Adam's. But they were both our sons, together.

I gave our babysitter Caitlin her pay and slipped in a couple of extra twenties for good measure. She was terrific. I mean, she thought Adam was a single dad and I was the grandparent helping raise two rambunctious boys. It was a lot of work, but my son and I had learned to put on a good front.

"Ready?" I asked Adam as I saw him waiting in the entry hallway. God, my son looked like a million bucks. He was 24 and still had that youthful, athletic build that had bulked out some more over the last couple of years. He'd inherited some of my dad's blond features, and I thought my son looked like the best of me, only better.

"Yep," he said. Stepping up to me, he ran his hand along my suit lapel. "You look good, babe," he hissed.

We gave each other a soft kiss. Date night sex would have to wait.

***

"They're getting big," I said to my son as we drove to the downtown hotel.

Adam nodded. "I like this age. They're less of a handful now."

Something made me more contemplative. I think I got that way anytime I had an incest client. "You'll be young enough to enjoy life still when they're out of college."

Adam patted my knee. I thought about the casual physicality that the Grubienskis shared. It had taken me a long journey to be comfortable with that part of incest. "Come on, Dad, you will be too."

"I'll be 65," I said. "66 even."

My son-husband shot my that look he gives when he disapproves of something I'm saying. "Look at Granddad. 70 and living his best life."

"Yeah," I said. I was in quiet mode now

Adam seemed pouty in response. "You have regrets, Dad?"

I looked over at him. "You kidding, buddy? I wouldn't change a thing."

"Even though we have to sneak around?"

"Even though we have to sneak around," I assured him.

My son ran his fingers along my thigh as I drove. I gave a grimace. "What?" he asked.

"You're giving me a boner," I said gruffly.

He chuckled. "What's wrong with that, Dad?"

"We'll be in public. At least for dinner."

"Just hold your suit coat over the damn thing," he growled, his annoyed tone not masking the amusement beneath the surface.

Two could play at this game. "You don't want people to see what an incest hardon looks like? How my son always gives me one?"

I could see him squirm in his seat. "Fuck, Dad...."

"What time's our reservation?" I asked, horniness in my voice.

"7:00," Adam reminded me. "We wanted to make sure there was plenty of time after."

I nodded. I reached down and unzipped my suit pants. "Why don't you help me out buddy?”

THAT caught Adam off guard. He was used to be the impetuous one when it came to sex. But I was reaching in as well as I could while driving, fishing out my hard dad cock.

"Help me out here," I urged.

"You said that wasn't safe to do," he said. “Not while you’re driving.” Busting my balls.

"I'm you're fucking dad," I growled with a playful grin, eyes carefully on the road. "Now get down and suck my cock, Son."

I didn't do the dominant daddy thing much, but when I did Adam went wild.

Too wild. I don't know if my son sucked me too roughly while he gave me road head, or if it was going to get me off too quickly. Either way, I decided I didn't want my first cum of the evening to be like this. I nudged Adam's head off my cock, still trying to focus on my driving.

"Call the restaurant," I urged. I don't know if I was being dominant or just urgently horny. "Tell 'em we're running ten or fifteen minutes late."

Adam nodded as he sat back up, redid his seat belt and pulled out his phone. He did just as I'd asked, then hung up. "You don't really believe in romance for date night, do you, Dad?" he teased.

Already, I was pulling off to a deserted parking area that was generally safe. We'd used it before when we were desperate.

"Leave it to my son to be a cock tease," I joked back.

"Who raised me?" he asked.

I parked the car. Adam was already getting out and opening the back seat. Since the second son arrived, we'd upgraded to an SUV. The backseat wasn't huge, but it was enough room...

"You forgot something," I said, reaching into the glove compartment to pull out a nondescript container of lube we kept for quickie sex. I tossed it into the backseat before undoing my own seat belt.

"I thought you'd use spit, Dad.... you're pretty fucking worked up."

"Fuck," I growled and and got out. I walked around to the other side. Adam had already undone his khakis and slid them down mid thigh. I love my son and would love his body no matter what, but damn that ass was incredible. His life as a stay at home dad still afforded him an hour of solid workout a day, and Adam had made sure to prioritize leg day. I ran my hand along the lightly furred rump and dug my finger into the cleft.

"It's been a long week," I said, teasing the pucker. We'd gotten in a blowjob session midweek, but no fucking made us both cranky.

"Yessir," Adam replied.

I crouched down, right there in the dark corner of the parking lot. Hoping to god no one would come by, but with the layout Adam and I had a good chance of hearing an approaching car. And our open SUV door was facing the lot's edge rather than toward the center.

"Fuck yes, Dad," Adam hissed as my tongue made contact with his ass. He was the one who'd gotten me into rimming. Turns out he'd created a Franksenstein's monster. I slapped and gripped his cheeks and munched away. Drilling into the hole he'd prepped for me before our date night.

We didn't have long to play with though, and Adam nudged my shoulder with the lube container.

I pulled back and stood up. My prick was still poking out of my suit, rock hard even if my son's spit had dried off. Time to wet it down again for my boy's dicking. It didn't always go this way, me on top, Adam on bottom, but it increasingly had. Over the last two years, Adam had gone from a man comfortable with getting to an outright power bottom. Turns out I felt comfortable doing the fucking in the marriage.

I now fingered his ass quickly and watched him gyrate those muscle cheeks. Maybe it was date night, maybe it was my own impetuous approach, but my boy was in heat.

No need to keep him waiting. I lined up and hunched my body over as I pushed inside my flesh and blood.

"Yes!" Adam hissed. We knew we had to keep our voices down but the verbal part was a turn on for us, even after these years. "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck your son."

I was, with deep powerful thrusts. I loved Adam and the mindfuck of entering him urgently like this, in steady rhythm, made me know it wasn't going to take me long to cum.

Adam, for his part was jerking off while I railed him. "God, you get turned on whenever you have a special client," he said.

Talk about perceptive. I didn't even put two and two together, but the boy was right. I was still keyed up from earlier. "You should have seen em son," I growled. I knew not to divulge too much detail about my clients, but this was Adam. I could trust him. "Big strapping NFL player partnered up with his daddy." My voice was getting ragged and urgent.

"Was the dad hot?" Adam asked.

"Kind of a coach type. Looked a little like your old Coach Masterson."

"FUCK!" Adam growled. Less quiet. He was gonna cum soon. As much as a daddy's boy he was, my son had man crushes on other guys. Men who pushed his buttons. I had them too, for that matter.

"You want me and Coach taking turns on your ass, son? While that NFL stud watches?" Mr. Football Dad of course was caged, but this was about Adam's fantasy now.

He nodded. "Incest double date," he hissed. Getting there.

I put more power in. Turns out the action was enough to get me off. I started nutting inside my son's raw ass. I hunched over and held on tight as I fucked through my ejaculation. I heard Adam's orgasmic grunts beneath me. I wish I could say I had a skilled technique as a top. But I just seemed to do what felt right and that was good enough from my son.

We clung to one another a second and laughed at how crazy horny we'd been. I slowly pulled out and found a spare rag in the back for us to wipe off. I took a look around the parking area. Coast was still clear, thank god.

I made my presentable. Adam had that just-fucked glow about him. He was adorable that way. We both got back into the front seat.

"Whoa," Adam said, buckling his seat belt back on.

"Yeah, whoa," I said, shooting him a grin. "You good, son?" I asked. I always asked after a hard pounding.

"More than OK, Dad, that was awesome."

Our lips met, softly now. Soft tongue, soft sucking. We had to be at the restaurant, but my son and I had time to kiss. I finally patted his leg. "More of that later, OK, kiddo?"

"Yes, sir..."

[toptierteaser]

Office Fatty

It's your job to get fat, fatboy...

I mean, literally. It's what you get paid to do here. See? It's right here, on the contract you signed. See the fine print. It's within your career expectations. "The employee is expected to eat a minimum of three snacks hourly...the employee is entitled to have his chair replaced quarterly...the employee will be paid a stipend for any upgrades in wardrobe that he should find necessary, including expansion of waistbands and upsizing of shirts, pants, etc."

See, it's all right there for you thiccums. Plain as day! Heh, why else do you think we were so excited to hire you on? What, you thought it was your smarts? Haha! We saw you come in here, a thick handsome dude who was starting to pudge out around the edges. We needed an office fatboy. And here came one, waddling in, ass busting out in those tight chinos, belly starting to quiver, eyeing the snacks. We've really enjoyed watching you grow this last year. Plumping out, ass filling up your swivel chair. The number of times we see you jiggling off to go stress eat in the breakroom. Buttons straining on that big belly of yours!

You thought you were being sneaky, didn't you piggy boy? You thought we didn't notice you sneaking away to pig out on the leftover donuts? Wake up, fatass! We LEFT them there for you to find! And you ATE, big boy! Came back with jelly stains on your shirt, toddling in like no one would notice. Well, we noticed alright! We noticed how much you were sweating, the fact that the seam on your butt was barely hanging on by its threads!

What? You want to quit? Now? When you've been doing SUCH a good job being our tubby fatty boy? When it's almost time to give you a raise? You want to waddle out on us? Haha, don't delude yourself fatass. You know you can't stay away from the snacks. You've been enjoying it too much! All the food we cram in to your face! All the leftovers we pack into your stomach after work lunches! All the attention you get around the office...when the guys rub your tummy. All the ass pats you get from Ryan and Jake. All the belly pokes you get from Dmitri and Demarcus. All the teases you get from Mason and me. Oh, don't think we don't know...you LOVE it, fatty. You LOVE the teasing most of all. Otherwise, why would you be sneaking off to binge in your cubicle every time we poke fun at you? Huh, fatty?

No, you like it too much. So you're gonna stay. And you're gonna work. And you're gonna EAT. And you're gonna GROW! You're gonna bust out of those pants and the pair you buy after THAT! You're gonna break that creaking chair fatboy! You're gonna be the center of attention, blushing as you waddle off to run copies and gobble down the next dozen donuts! You'll barely be able to contain your excitement, fatass!

You're our designated office fatty. And you're only going to get FATTER by the day...

[sexhaver]

didn't want to post about this while it was still up in the air but i just turned down a job offer from Amazon Robotics to work for a Chinese robotics company instead. partially because im a tankie and partially because i don't want to be hired via a temp agency on a 9-month contract that pays hourly instead of salaried and makes me take a pay cut if i want holidays and/or PTO. but mostly the tankie thing

[fans4wga]

25 June: IATSE and studios reach tentative agreement

"With more than a month to go before IATSE‘s current contracts expires, the union and the studios have come to a tentative agreement on a new deal.

As fears of another Hot Labor Summer had Hollywood anxious, the successful negotiation news Tuesday evening comes a mere two days into the resumption of talks between the parties this week.

Touting wage gains, AI guardrails, and pension and health plans increases, IATSE leaders just sent out the news to its members of its 13 Locals in Hollywood. As you can see below, with increased penalties for extended workdays, safety concerns and crew well-being played a not insignificant role in the bargaining:

Dear Basic Agreement Sisters, Brothers, and Kin: The Basic Agreement Negotiating Committee has reached a tentative agreement with the AMPTP. Below are a few of the details about the proposed deal. A complete summary of the tentative agreement will be released in a few days, and in addition to local town hall meetings, a multi-local webinar will take place on Saturday, July 13th at noon PST to review the proposed language in the Memorandum of Agreement (MOA). To avoid undermining our fellow members in the Area Standards Agreement (ASA) Locals, who remain in negotiations with the AMPTP, we will wait to release full summaries of both tentative agreements simultaneously. Some of the proposed changes in the Basic tentative agreement include: scale rate increases of 7%, 4%, and 3.5% over the three-year term; hourly workers will receive triple time (3x hourly) wage when any workday exceeds 15 elapsed hours, all On Call classifications will now receive double time on the 7th day of the workweek, and additional increases in pay will take effect on non-dramatic productions under the Videotape Supplemental Agreement. The tentative deal includes new protections around Artificial Intelligence, including language that ensures no employee is required to provide AI prompts in any manner that would result in the displacement of any covered employee. These changes in the Basic Agreement are in addition to the tentative agreements reached in the Local Agreement negotiations. For the Motion Picture Industry Pension and Health Plans (MPIPHP), the tentative agreement includes additional payments from employers that would address the $670M funding gap, including new streaming residuals. Additionally, no participant shall incur a break in service for plan year 2023. We thank everyone who participated in the 2024 Basic Agreement negotiations process. From start to finish, your input was invaluable and ensured that our Negotiations Committee was at the bargaining table with clear goals and a consensus for how to achieve them. The ratification timeline will be forthcoming and we look forward to presenting to you the complete package. In Solidarity

The correspondence to members was signed by Tobey Bays of Local 44, Cathy Repola of Local 700, Greg Reeves of Local 728, Bob Denne of Local 729, Chuck Parker of Local 800, DeJon Ellis Jr of Local 80, Alex Tonisson of Local 600, Marcy Brooks of Local 884, Patric Abaravich of Local 871, Karen Westerfield of Local 706, Brigitta Romanov of Local 892, Adam Nestra-West of Local 705, and Scott Bernard of Local 685.

The announcement to members from the Locals leaders was followed within minutes by a joint statement from IATSE and the Carol Lombardini-led Alliance of Motion Picture & Television Producers:

The International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employees (IATSE) and Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) announced a tentative agreement on all issues for the Hollywood Basic Agreement and Videotape Agreement negotiations. The tentative agreement is now pending ratification by the unions’ membership. Members and signatories will have the opportunity to review the agreement in the form of a Detailed Summary 2-3 days following this announcement, as well as a Memorandum of Agreement (M.O.A.) an estimated 2 weeks following this announcement. The parties now look forward to closing negotiations for the Area Standards Agreement.

To put tonight’s deal in context, the IATSE Basic Agreement covers the around 50,000 members of the mainly L.A.-based 13 West Coast Locals. The still to be completed Area Standards Agreement is for the 23 Locals across the nation and their 20,000 members.

Working on the schedule laid out by IATSE and the AMPTP tonight, and if the landing for a new Area Standards Agreement is smooth, August could usher in a rare lack of labor anxiety for a town and an industry still reeling from the pandemic, some bad business decisions, and last year’s WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes."

[alostghostsong]

For those who don't know, Meow Wolf, an interactive Art Collective has just laid off 10% of it's company and man power. Most of these layoffs were hourly workers already working with stripped hours, bare bones crews, and wages that still made it hard to live in the cities their exhibits lay in, all while going against the union contracts many of these workers were apart of.

Meo wolf has had a history of going against the union and making calls that go against the contracts their LLCs have established. The workers of Meow Wolf deserve better than the union busting company they work for. I should know, I was one of the worker who were laid off.

[instarsandcrime]

Overworked and Under-managed

I've noticed that stress seems to be catching, so I thought I'd go for some silly, goofy fluff with a bit of feelings at the end! Also soft Caretaker!A/la/stor because I need more practice with him and that kind of angle. And Sick!Lu/ci/fer in denial because I miss writing him. This is a little further in the series in a universe where they do start to trust each other more despite their rivalry, so it does border a bit on Ra//dio//Apple. But as always, it can also be seen as platonic!

This is also part of Sick//tember//2024's prompt The Sniffles™️, but I've decided to not submit the prompts. However, I'm still technically participating in the challenge, and will try to finish everything by September!

Enjoy! 🩷

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"Hm. Well. That’s not ideal."

Alastor stood there at the center of the hotel library, blanching at the sight before him. He reviewed yesterday’s events in his mind over and over like a checklist, wondering what went wrong. He was sure he'd left Lucifer with only a few meaningless contracts– not that he would let a simple sinner, much less The Radio Demon, touch the important ones. So he'd sent himself to bed and back again with the usual hourly morning routine. Cleanliness is next to godliness, ironic as the saying may be.

So if Lucifer was the closest thing to divine power, then what the fuck was he looking at? 

The fallen seraphim was practically passed out. And judging by the grooves in his seat he had apparently never left it, asleep or otherwise. His hat had tumbled to the floor by his cane, revealing a bird’s nest of hair. Despite his current state his eyes sported rather ugly eye bags, colored bruises striking against grayish, clammy skin. The center of his flat, snake-like nose was raw from rubbing– and horribly clogged by the rumbling snores that filled the room. His clothes were rumpled in all directions, vest buttons completely mismatched in what seemed like a rush to look even slightly presentable. All this chaos amongst piles of paperwork that seemingly appeared overnight. “Your Highness?” He called.

No response. Alastor risked stepping closer. “Your Highness.”

The idiot only responded with a louder snore. A crimson eye twitched. With all the pomp and circumstance of a man who could care less, he took his cane and swiftly whacked the side of the desk. “Lucifer!”

And in a white and red blur the fallen king snapped upright, sending little bits and bobs of stationary in all different directions. “I’m awake!”

“So you are.” Alastor said slowly, narrowing his eyes.

“Aw c’mon Al, don’t be so uptight!” Lucifer bent backwards to crack his spine back into place. “Seventy-two hours isn’t much for an immortal guy like me– oh, thank you.”

The sinner raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed as his apparent superior snatched the folder from under the other’s arm like mindless clockwork, pausing to search for a possible sliver of space left to put it on.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I-hhh-I’m-hihh!” His breath caved to small hiccups, and quickly snatched a folded handkerchief from his pocket as he pitched forward into it. "Ikshhh’hieww!!" 

“Clearly in need of a break.” Alastor finished.

“Pfft! Me? Take a break? Nooooo no no nononono! Don't be sihh-hih-! silly– Ikt'chieww! 'ITSHHH! ‘TSHHH! hhHHH-! H’TSCHHH’HIEW!” He blinked back irritated tears as a puff of gold smoke filled the air. And to his dismay, he found that the crimson fabric in his hands had turned from red to a bright yellow. "Snff! Oh– hih! Oh, dear-- ‘TSCHHHEW!"

“I must say,”

“Ht'schhhh! Hhhih-HITSCHHH'hew!”

“I believe I may have assumed too quickly. If something’s bothering you this terribly, you're certainly not fit in any way, shape, or form to continue.” Alastor bit back a wince at a nose blow that did nothing to stop the unrelenting fits. Watching the rosy blush of his cheeks grow stripes, spots, hearts, and back again.

“I'b ndot-- h-hih-hekt'tschieww! I'm pehh-perfectlyyyYYISHHH'hew! I've just got a...a bit of a...het'TSHHH’HIEW! HETSCHHHIEW! Snff snfff! Ughh, b-bit of a tickle.”

Alastor rolled his eyes as he picked up a newly crafted bouquet of venus fly traps–  hurriedly held at arm’s length when their heads grew large, snapping wildly at the air.

"Hm! How strange. I don't believe I've ever seen your powers act up like this. Or at the very least flare up when it’s just ‘a bit of a tickle’.” He countered, dropping the abomination into the black abyss of his shadow.  “Perhaps it only happens when you overwork yourself--"

"No!" Lucifer yelped. Then froze, slapping his hands over his mouth. Carefully, cautiously he stood, taking one step back. Then another, inching for the exit. "That's-- ha! Y-you're imagining things. Besides, I can’t stop now! There’s so much I need to do! So much to-to catch up on, you know? There's the architecture of Hell that needs some restructuring. And yes the Overlords can run their own di-districts, but I definitely need to start– snff! start accepting their invitations to meetings! Oh, and all that missed bureaucratic shit and wow my new room is a mess so the least I can do i-ihhhs-! …HET'KSHIEWW! ‘KSHHH! ET'SHHH! Guhhh...helb. Sdnff!"

Before he could take another step, slender fingers locked on his wrist. Tugged back with a twirl until they were back to front The Radio Demon firmly grabbed his shoulders, clawed tips nearly digging into his skin before his prey could escape.

“Mmm no, I don't think you will.” He decided. “You, my dear, will remain in my sights for the rest of the evening. You are a ticking time bomb after all, and it would be a stain on my flawless reputation to sit back and watch my hotel turn into a child's plaything.”

Somehow, by sheer miracle, Lucifer paled further. Mahogany shelves turned to pink pastel plastics, lined with faux books that touted fused pages. Elegant wallpaper patterns turned to simple swirling decals lined with glitter. He sheepishly waved the curse away with the snap of his fingers, throwing his hands up in defeat.

”Fide, fide! So I’ve got a tiny case of the s’diffles. But I swear idt’s just a liddle glidtch, it won’t h-hahh..!” Panicking, he pinched his nose and held his breath. The all-powerful Overlord himself took a step back, both heaving a sigh of relief when it passed. “Nghhh...habbed again. I've got— snrff! eeeverythi’g under codtrol."

Worsening, Lucifer cleared his sinuses with another honking blow. Looking up from fluttering fabric to find his unwanted caretaker glancing him up and down.

“...What?”

“Hm?”

“What's with that look?”

“I'm afraid I don't follow.”

“That! That right there!” Lucifer huffed, poking at Alastor's chest, “That 'I'm scheming' face!”

“Oh? Can I not scheme in your general vicinity?” The other poked back square between the eyes, watching the demon king stumble backwards with some satisfaction. “If you're so jealous of those who have thoughts in their heads, why don't you spend some time with your royal psychologist instead of bothering me?”

“Ugh! You're so...s-so…!” Lucifer's snarl wobbled at the seams. His breath hitched again, and he couldn't help but groan in frustration as he hovered his handkerchief nearby with one hand, fanning his face with another. "Chhh! ‘Tchh! Ht‘Chnx! Het’CHNX’iew! Oh– hnkt! Oh n’do– hEH’CHNXT!”

Stifling was clearly a useless solution as well, stomach dropping as he felt the telltale wind of his wings snapping open. And, to his further dismay, only made the tickle stronger.

"Ndothi’g’s whh-worki’g! I cahh- ca’dt– hhhHH-!" Suddenly, the familiar soft fabric of his was pressed to his face, and he looked up and past it to find Alastor staring him dead in the eye.

"I won't let anything happen." Alastor's permission was somehow all his body needed to hear before it finally let go.

"H-hehhh…! HEH’TSHHH! HET’SHHH! HEKT’CHHH! ‘TCHHH! ‘TCHH! HEH’TCHHHHF! hhhHHH–! HETCH’TSHHHIEW! Ohhh..." Lucifer felt an icy shudder crawl up his exhausted body and leaned against his cane for balance, taking the momentary relief of the stubborn itch to tuck in his wings. “Is everything...”

“Yes. We were lucky. A few books fell this time, nothing more.” Despite the barrier he raised in the kitchen. He pulled back the well-soaked handkerchief, pulling a horrified face as he dropped it once again into the void. “You, on the other hand, are a mess.”

“But I'm—”

“Trembling.” Alastor's cane thumped sharply against the carpet, and Lucifer winced as the other finally put his proverbial foot down. “You know, it's quite unbecoming of a king to be dishonest with his subjects, even for the Father of Lies.” 

Lucifer felt a hand on his back, and it nearly chased away the sudden chill when the radio static he'd heard for so long lulled. And to his shock, a very human voice broke through the illusion of a monster. 

“The truth this time, Your Majesty. How do you feel?” Alastor urged gently.

“I-I. Uhh.”

How…how does he even argue with…

“I just told you I…I feel fi-!” Lucifer blinked in surprise as the two words he usually repeated like a mantra suddenly caught in his aching throat, pressing a hand to his chest. "'Scuse me, heh! Don't know what happened there. I said I feel...I-I feel..."

He opened his mouth a second time, and the last of his pride finally, finally crumbled to nothing.

“...awful.” He moaned, “God, so fucking awful! My-- snfff-- my head hurts! I'm freezing and sweating at the same time! Everythihhh...everythi'g aches! Mby ndose is– Et'shh'hiew! 'Tshhiew! Guhhh...rudd’ig like crazy. I ca’dt sto--...stohhhp...stop snehhhh...hih! Het'SHHHH'HIU! Sn-sneezihhhHHET'SHHHH! HET'SHHHH! HET'SHHH'HEW! Ughhh, I ca’dt even gedd the word out!" Fat droplets lined the corners of his eyes, "For Heaven's sake, now I'b clogged! A-a'd I feel like cryi'gg! Why do I feel like cryi'gg?!”

He could feel himself be guided from the desk, Alastor making a sympathetic noise.

“And there we have it.” Alastor’s radio filter returned, and yet he himself was surprised to find every word was laced with something soft. So, he decided to use the opportunity given to him. He was sure he could use this sudden development to his advantage...somehow. But for the moment he felt Lucifer start to shiver again, wobbling dangerously at his side. Chills, Alastor noted. Writhing tentacles pulled up a chair for his patient to sit, handing his spare handkerchief for the ailing demon to clean himself up.

“Ugh, tha-that was embarrassing. I d-don't know wh-what came over me.” Lucifer chattered out, body rocking with another violent shudder.

“Certainly not the sniffles with such a terrible fever. Why, it only took a single poke to the forehead and I nearly burned myself!" 

Lucifer scowled.

"Don’t be so dramatic! We both know that you wouldn’t let me take your temperature without a fight, and you’re hardly in a position to do so. It would only exacerbate your condition, or worse. Bore me. Now don't you touch that dial, I’ll be right back.”

“Trust me, I couldn't m-make a break for it if-- snff! if I tried.” Another shiver, and Lucifer rubbed at his arms, “It’s f-freezing in he-here…”

In a snap a bonfire lit near a reading chair, Alastor casually plucking up the throw draped over the side.

“Oh ha ha.” Lucifer grumbled, watching the sinner leisurely stroll to an old, worn hardcover. “What, are you waiting for the fun to start up again? Don't bother, I'm-- snff! I'm all sneezed out for tonight. Humbling myself must have d-done the trick…” He pouted, last sentence unraveling to a faint whisper.

“Precisely.” The other stepped forward, holding out a hand. “I'm going to take the spotlight for once while you, Sire, get to play second fiddle.”

Lucifer hesitated, staring at his hand. Ruminating, tasting the words on his forked tongue before he wilted in defeat. “Fine, but just for tonight. What did you have in mind?”

Alastor released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

“A simple, old-fashioned transformation would suffice. One worthy of a sinner such as myself.”

“...Oh. I c-can do that.” Lucifer shot him a small, worn smile. And in a flash of scarlet and gold, he very literally snaked up his arm, white-gold scales wrapping loosely around his shoulders.

“Good man.” Alastor sat back in the pillowy armchair, adjusting the blanket until both of them were covered— biting back a spark of satisfaction when the shivering frame slowed to a stop. A comforted sigh brushed his ear.

“This feels nice.” Lucifer rasped, coiling further around The Radio Demon's neck and deeper into his makeshift hide.

“Obviously.” The Overlord huffed.

“...Sorry.”

“Hm? Whatever for?”

“For being so tesssty.” Lucifer hissed, flicking out his tongue in distaste. “I haven't been a ruler in so long. And to be with Charlie again, to schedule meetings with old friends I haven't seen in years since The Fall, and...”

Alastor snuck a glance at the old serpent, and he swore those golden eyes aged centuries in seconds.

“It must be terrifying.” The other finished for him. “To take in so many responsibilities at once after being alone for so long.”

 For a moment, the crackling fire was all that answered.

“It's certainly…over...whelming...” Lucifer yawned, jaw unhinging to unnerving lengths. “Oh my, pardon me.”

”Well, it's best you recover.” Alastor cracked open the book in his lap, “It would be a rather dull place without your constant whinging.”

“Hey! I'm not whinging! I'm complaining, there's,“ Another fang flashing yawn, “a lot that I can't stand about you.”

“And yet the horrors persist.” The Radio Demon shot him a grin.

“Oh shut up.”

“What a shame. Here I am about to read in peace, but there’s still so much pesky noise. And in a library, no less!”

“You sssstarted it.” The king grumbled, slit pupils shrinking to needles.

And began to un-tense as a lilting voice carried in the air.

“Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do…”

The first sentence barely passed when Lucifer finally succumbed to a restful sleep.