The Picket Line

[little_golden]

It had been a brutal year at the Company. The profit situation had turned sour and the company had suddenly ditched half of our unionized workplace. We were down to four hundred employees as we entered negotiations to renew the collective agreement. The mood was tense on the floor as the strike passed with a bare majority. There had been rumors that the plant was up for sale or that management was looking to move things to Mexico or China.

Things went south during negotiations and the strike started. A month later, there had been no changes but things were getting nasty. Managers had resumed running the plant with scabs and some of the folks from the floor were crossing the line too! The strikers were looking to take some drastic actions to stop the scabs and coworkers from crossing the union line!


Characters:

Jane Wild: (Secretary)(scab)(single mother)

Paul Jones: (Union leader)(force behind the strike)

Pete Smith: (Plant Manager)(force behind breaking the strike)

Anyone else that wants a role ... please make a characters and jump in. We need male and female coworkers and scabs.


Plot:

1-Jane needs to work to survive. Somehow she has to balance the union and management to survive.

2-Paul needs to win the strike. To do so he has to keep the scabs out and intimidate management. He needs to rally the strikers.

3-Pete needs to break the strike. He needs to bring in the replacement workers to run the plant. He needs to destroy striker morale and get them to turn on the union.

Bottom Line: "The End Justifies The Means"

PM me with any questions. I'll play Jane. I hope this gets nasty and rough. From time to time I'll add info on the strike.

 

[catlover]

Pete Smith (Plant Mgr)

The union decided to call a strike. They wouldnt listen to reason, and they didnt believe our books that the plant wasnt profitable, and now they wanted a big boost in benefits and wages.

Our health care costs per employee had increased by over 30 % this year, and the overhead was eating us alive. We had apprentices doing little more than sweeping the floors who were making more than some of our executives. We had cut the payroll to the bone, working people on overtime just to avoid the payroll costs of extra employees, and everyone was edgy and uptight.

The last week we managed to operate, but just barely with the help of some of our management people and a few extra temps and and some workers who crossed the picket lines.

But, we couldnt get delivery of raw materials or parts, as the truckers wouldnt cross the picket line. Neither could we get a shipment out the door except a few small parcels that we carried to the post office or UPS in our private cars

I issued a directive to start shutting down the machinery and start to suspoend operation. Atr the end of the week, we wouild let the temps go and start a lockout, and all the workers woukld be without wages exceopt for whatever the union could pay them for picketrng, having forced excessive union dues to build up a strike fund over the last year.

I knew what they were doing, and didnt really care. I could just take a few weeks off and play golf or go fishing.

 

[harley1899]

Paul Jones

Paul was the union representative. He was tired of putting up with the corporate b.s. It was now time for the workers to unify and show the executives how much the workers gave them for next to nothing.

The mgmt. tried to say that the factory wasn't making money and that benefits had increased over 30%, but who were they kidding? Pick up any newspaper and read that in order to get higher factory production, the government has been giving factories huge tax write offs and shelters. Plus, mgmt wanted the workers to come in 2 hours early and work an extra hour. How could they justify the requests and still not be making money?

Paul is very passionate about his goal to win the strike, he will do whatever it takes no matter what gets in his way.

 

[catlover]

Paul called and asked for a meeting. We set it up to meet at a hotel on Tuesday night, and I arranged for a meeting room and certain special incentives to relax us and get us in a proper mood for mutual understanding, and hopefully a resolution of our differences.

 

[harley1899]

I decided to talk with Pete in order to get some sort of ground rules set and to line up an agenda for our talks. It was going to be at a hotel and I figured he would try to set up some sort of a meeting room in order to try to intimidate me.

I have never done anything like this before, but I feel passionately about this strike and will not allow my fellow workers to be let down.

I was going to counter his intimidation attempt by trying to "buddy up" to him and tell him that we should just go down to a bar close to the hotel. That way we could be a bit more relaxed and the possibility of confrontation would be subdued.

Little did Pete know was that it was an all nude bar that I used to work at and still knew most of the dancers.

 

[catlover]

Pete

I told Paul that would be Ok, but we should meet privately first and then we could go socialize if he wished. I had known him a long time. He used to be one of our foremen and was a very good man until he got this union bug and left us to become a union organizer and immediately started to organize our plant.

He knew a lot about our business, but there was a hell of a lot he didnt know, and I wasnt quite ready to let him find out who he was dealing with. As long as he thought I was just a lightweight running a small factory, I might be able to get him to play his cards first before I trumped all his aces.

I wasnt going to play mine until he at least made his initial demands, and I could analyse what we could agree on peacefully.

 

[harley1899]

Pete walked into the hotel lobby where I was waiting for him. We shook hands.

"Hi Pete, good to see you. Listen, why don't you and I go down to Fantasy Island and have a couple of drinks before we start? Sid (the owner) called and said that they have a couple of new girls that are really something."

Pete agreed and we headed out to the bar. On the way over I started conversation regarding the strike by stating," This strike isn't good for anyone involved Pete, but you realize both sides of this issue I am sure. Obviously, both sides don't want the plant to shut down, but at the same time the workers do feel that they are being taken advantage of".

As we pull into the parking lot of the club, we notice that there are only a few cars. "Looks like the ladies are the only ones there, good for us, huh? How's your golf game been lately?"

 

[catlover]

Pete

I( knew about Fantasy Island. Actually I knew a lot more than he did, but went along trying to just be sociable.

It changed my plans, but maybe for the better as my reserved hotel suite with its sitting room for our discussion, also had two bedrooms and a bath, and chances were that we could lure a couple of the girls up there to enhance our negotiatins.

As we walked in I told him my golf game was going to get a hell of a lot better as long as the strike continued, and then I woul d be glad to play him a hundred dollar nassau just to prove it.

Actually I was thinking that this jerk really wanted to get me to pick up the tab at the company's expense, and maybe get him laid and for free yet.

It wasnt going to be that easy

 

[harley1899]

As we find a table, I glance around the club. I noticed one of the new girls, she looked kind of like Jane. I paid it no mind and went on to order a round of drinks for Pete and I. I pulled out my credit card and told the waitress to start a tab, we might be here a while.

"Pete, let's put all the bullshit aside. The company is making money, we both know this. All we want is better pay. We were willing to come in and work longer hours, trusting the mgmt would increase our pay and benefits. But it didn't happen and therefore the company got richer. Hell, it had to with the amount of product that we were putting out per week. Surely you can't expect us to believe that there were no customers for all of that. But anyway, like I said before, I just wanted to lay down some ground rules and basic points before we get into the heated discussions. Let's relax a bit and have some fun.

"By the way, did you notice that girl over there? She looks kind of like Jane from the office don't you think? I know she has a kid that she is raising by herself, trying to make ends meet I suppose."

During a lull in the conversation, the familiar looking girl walked by our table. She seemed to pause just a bit as she looked at Pete and me, but then walked off.

 

[catlover]

Pete

Jane did look pretty cute in her skimpy costume. Often in the office I had watched her sexy walk, and imagined her in a slinky little pair of tight panties and a transluscent bra, and here she was working moonlighting during the strike. My impression was that she had found her niche, which certainly wasnt secretarial work. I just kept her there as window dreessing to impress visitors and give me someone to fantacize about with my hand in bed at night.

I was surprised when Paul flashed his credit card. Charging it to the union and letting his members pay for his fun, just like most union bigshots with their alligator shoes and 1000 dollar suits, and doing nothing except trying to gouge employers for wages and benefits.

When would these people ever learn that originally, benefits were provided voluntarily by employers as a tax deductible expense withouyt having to pay social securiry tax and employment taxes on the payroll. It provided tax-free income to the recipient and the company got the tax benefits, and tried to insure that workers would be loyal and stay there working thereby reducing training costs for new employees. Now they acted like it was an entitlement, and they wante the health care and the retirement as well as an exhorbitant wage.

If it werent for the damn union I could pay wages earned by the people that earned them, but they insisted on everyone getting the same, whether they were excellent productive employees, or worthless scum that they wouldnt let us discharge without a big hassle.

If I could I would make Jane my adminstrative assistant, double her salary, and put her in a private office next to mine with a lock on both our doors, but she joined the union and because of the seniority rules I couldnt even promote her.

 

[little_golden]

Jane Wild was tired and angry with the situation at work. She'd been off work for a month and things still looked like shit. She had heard the bullshit from the Plant Manager many times before. Every time he spoke, she figured he was lying to all the employees. But she felt there wasn't much she could do about it since they kept threatening to move all the equipment to Mexico or China.

God damn management! Fucking flunkies! Jane thought to herself as she continued to walk back and forth blocking the front entrance to the plant along with another dozen employees.

"We want fair wages.... We want fair wages.... When do we want them?.. Now..... When do we want them? ...Now!" Jane shouted as she walked back and forth across the roadway.

Every twenty minutes or so, a police officer emerged and encouraged the strikers to let a vehicle or two out of the plant. If they didn't cooperate, the officer reminded them that the Company had a court order to prevent the union was blocking full access to the plant.

After 30 days on the line, with strike pay of only $150 a week, Jane was hurting. She'd been considering crossing the picket line herself or getting a job at the "titty bar" in town. Both of the choices were awful. Crossing the picket line was a terrifying thought. These were her coworkers and peers. She knew them well and grow up with half of these people.

Jane had been impressed with Paul and his efforts to keep the workers organized. He was a smart handsome guy and he really cared about each of the workers. She was glad he was running things and wouldn't back out on her or her coworkers in a fight. In the back of her mind, she had to grin, as she thought of their meeting before the strike, when Paul had knocked the Plant Manager over and over before calling for the strike vote. By the time the vote was called he had his majority support.

Jane was glad when her strike shift was over. She hated walking back and forth on display. Often a lot of the truckers and passerbys would honk and shout. There was a lot of support for the strikers but often there was abuse on them too.

Walking home from the picket line it was close to midnight and it gave her a chance to think. From the shadows she felt the presence of people lurking around so she hurried home. Jane knew there was a lot of support for union people in town, but equally so, a lot of people were hurting and wanting the strike over today.

At home, she paid the nanny, and hustled off to bed. There was no time to play with her daughter or to clean the house. Jane was exhausted, tired, stressed and worried. Jane had a lousy sleep, as she tossed and turned all night. She had a nightmare that she was broke, on the streets and that the damned social workers had taken her daughter away from her.

The next morning, Jane made her decision. She was going to swallow her pride and apply at the "titty bar".

I can be a bar tender or a dish washer or something Jane had tried to convince herself.

Per the club's owner she showed up at 10 P.M. that night. The interview was short and sweet. The prick eyed her up and down and told her she was hired to serve drinks and dance. He tossed what he called her uniform onto his desk and told Jane to get her ass out on the floor before he changed his mind.

Jane figured there would be other girls from the plant who might jump at the chance to make some big money dancing and serving drinks so she reluctantly grabbed the outfit, nodded her agreement and headed off to the employee's change area.

The outfit was ugly and tiny. It was simply a lacy frilly pink g-string and a translucent bra.

"I can do it... It's just a job... Just till the strike is over... If I don't I'll have to scab...." Jane whispered to herself as she pulled off her jeans, blouse, and undergarments.

Looking in the mirror, Jane realized that her body was well suited for the outfit. Her large d-cup breasts were forced up and together by the push-up see through bra which made her boobs look more like double Ds.

"The men will like that" she whispered to herself as she adjusted the bra slightly.

The tight frilly lacy g-string showed off her flat tummy and delicious rear-end.

Jane flipped back her long hair, brushed it a few times, before fixing her make up one last time. Per the club owner's orders she applied mascara, eye liner, rouge and lots of lipstick.

Walking on the dance floor, she had been nervous at first. Luckily the floor manager told her to start taking drink orders and "to hustle her sweet ass" to get the booze flowing for the male patrons.

 

[harley1899]

Watching the girl walk away, still thinking to myself that she looked a lot like Jane. I had always wanted to get to know her a bit better, but we never had the chance.

"Well, enough business Pete. It's been a while since you and I have had the chance to have a beer together. There are tons of hot women in here tonight. Any one of them trip your trigger?"

I keep looking for the Jane-look alike, wanting her to come back by the table. I will definitely have to spend some cash on her, in order to help satisfy my crush on her--at least until we have an opportunity to spend some real quality time.

 

[little_golden]

Jane almost tripped with the tray of beer she was carrying.

Oh my God... There is Paul and the Plant Manager! Jane realized as she saw the two men at a table together. Suddenly she felt very suspicious and wanted to hide. She walked towards the change area but from nowhere the floor manager appeared.....

 

[catlover]

Pete

Over the rather loud music it was hard to hear what he was saying. It cetrtainly was no place to try to talk business.

It sounded as if he suggested no more business, and asked if any of the women looked hot to me.

"They all do", I said, "especially that Jane. She turned me on the day she came to work at the plant, but there I cant do or say anythng without being accused of sexual harassment." He grinned and I assumed he was thinking "you got that right buster"

Then another waitress came and brought our beers, and leaned over the table far enough so we could clearly see her tits, all of them, including her nipples. That wasnt any big deal, because she would be on stage anyway sooner or later. She asked if we wanted a table dance.

I told Paul this was on me, and she set down her tray on the adjacent table and started dancing. She had him spread hs legs wide apart and she moved in between them, and leaned over his face and rubbed her bra covered tits in his face. She asked if he liked them, and before he could answer she took one out of the cup and shook it right in his face. Then she pirouetted around and bent over and showed him her cute ass and wiggled it and then reached back and spread the litle strip of cloth aside and showed him her little pucker.

When she straightened up and looked at him, she asked if he wanted a special dance in the VIP room. just as the song ended and another dancer took her turn onstage.

 

[harley1899]

"Maybe later babe, give me a chance to have a few more beers that way my wallet will be loosened up a bit."

She shrugged and walked up to the stage to begin her set. She was hot, not quite as hot as the Jane clone, however. I saw my friend Sid had her pulled over to the side of the bar. I was wondering if he was telling her to come talk to us a bit. He knew what I liked and Jane was definitely my type.

After a couple more beers, I needed to go release a little excess fluid. I asked Pete if he needed anything and told him that if any of the girls looked good to him to just put it on my tab.

As I was walking to the restroom, my eyes met Jane's. There was a look of nervousness in them. I wonder what the manager had said to her....

 

[plainjane]

Janet

I took my turn onstage, being announced by the DJ as "here comes that marriage wrecker Amber Frey", the name I had chosen in the light of the current murder trial.

the tune of California Girl, recirdere by the bech Boys, I started my dance. I caught sight of Sid, our boss talking to Jane, the new girl who had just started, and whom I was supposed to be helping to train as a dancer. Until we had a chance to work with her a little, she would just serve drinks and look beautiful, whch for her was easy, She really looked great in her little costume, and I knew she would look even better with it off and lying on the back of the stage as she swung around the pole and showed off her charms to all the men.

The tips would keep flying as soon as she got into the swing of things

The man I was doing the table dance for got up and headed to the rest room, but the fellow with him that had paid for it watched me with eyes glued on my crotch as I slid down my panties and showed everyone my shaved pussy and then my asshole as I wrapped my legs arounf the pole and simulated getting a nice fuck

Maybe later one of the men would let me earn a little extra money, as the tips were all ours, but the table dances we had to share the tab with the house.

 

[catlover]

Pete

He told me to just put it on his tab but wouldnt even think of it. I didnt really know if his was a personal credit card or a union card, but In either case I'd buy my own beer, and when I saw that Jane was talking to some guy and both were looking at me, I beckoned to her and held up my empty bottle and signalled her for two more.

Then I reached in my wallet and pulled out a twenty and laid it on the table, hoping she would bring them so I could tip her and maybe even tell her that I was sorry she felt she had to do this, and if she preferred, I could get her a job elsewhere that wasnt at the plant or at a strip club, in order to get by until the strike was over

Then I watched the girl onstage and when she dropped her panties and showed us her bare pubis, I started getting hard and thinking how good she would look up in my hotel room. Maybe she could even get Jane to come and join us

 

[harley1899]

Walking back to the table, I noticed that "Amber" was giving Pete a pretty good show. I decided to go on up to the stage and give her a tip. She was very hot, obviously but she also showed that she had some intelligence by choosing a stage name that matched one that has been in the news lately. To me, that made her even more attractive.

I walk to the stage, pull out a $20. "Hey babe, that was a hell of a dance you gave me. Do you think Scott would mind if you and I hung out for a while?"

 

[plainjane]

Amber Frey

Just as the song was about to end, I did my finale which was to turn my back to the audience and bend over and spread the cheeks of my ass, shiowing it to all the patrons. Usually it resulted in a flood of bills being tossed up on stage, but I was close to the front edge and suddenly felt something being pushed up in there.

My first thought was that some guy objected to looking at my anus, but I clouldnt figure why in a place like this. Thgen I heard him speak and tell me how he loked my table dance and ask if I was ready for more

As the song ended I smiled at him, grabbed my tips and my costume off the floor of the stage, and after dressing went to their table and asked if he was ready for a VIP dance yet.

 

[harley1899]

"Amber" asked me if I was ready for a VIP dance. I told her that I was going to pay back my friend at the table. I didn't want to offend her, but I asked if there were any "levels" of her private dances for Pete.

 

[plainjane]

Amber Fry

ooc note change of name- dont want to get sued!


"In the VIP room we can do whatever you want ti do. They even let us fuck in there if you want to, for a price of course. But everything is taped so it's strictly up to whatever the customer wants"

With a smile I held out my hand to lead him there, if he chose to take it, rise, and follow me to heaven on earth. As for me, I'd take him on, his friend on, or both of them together if that was what they wanted. That was what they paid me for.

 

[little_golden]

Jane was intercepted by the Floor Manager - who was a rather large burly woman with really short hair. She sort of looked like a male football player but with a small pair of breasts and a high voice.

"Jane - you're the new gal - and you need to get your tail out on the floor serving drinks. The men will see you and it'll build some interest. Now you shake your ass - that way!" the floor manager directed with her finger and it was pointing towards some crowded tables not far from where Pete and Paul were talking.

Jane saw the table dancer but missed the conversation.

I can't believe those two are here together having a party and drinking beer together - like best friends. The strike is on. The workers are living on beans and wieners and Paul is with him too Jane lamented as she hustled over with her tray.

She made the effort to give a big smile to a table of men who looked like truckers. They were polite as they eagerly eyed her and then ordered a round of beers. Jane took the order, hustled to the bar, got the cold beer and quickly served the men. They were pleased and gave her a $5 tip and expressed their interest in a table dance a little while later when the floor show died down.

Jane tried to keep a low profile from Pete and Paul. She was sure the folks on the line were going to be real pissed when they found out that Paul on Pete's take.

Later the evening, Jane made a point of speaking to the stripper who she had seen dancing for the pair of men.

"Excuse me... when you were dancing for those men over there... Can I ask you what they were talking about? I mean were they talking business or anything?" Jane asked (Amber).

 

[plainjane]

"No, the music was loud and nothing was said until I asked them if they wanted to go to the VIP room. Now it is my turn on stage anyway, but I'll try again after my stage dance. If we do go in there, why not come in with me. You need to see what we do in there to make big tips, and all we get in there is ours- we dont have to split it with the house. Now I have to get up on stage," as the DJ announced me as Amber Fry, the marriage wrecker

 

[little_golden]

Jane was pleased with the friendliness of the dancer. She was pretty and didn't ask her a whole bunch of questions about her questions.

Amber had replied:

"No, the music was loud and nothing was said until I asked them if they wanted to go to the VIP room. Now it is my turn on stage anyway, but I'll try again after my stage dance. If we do go in there, why not come in with me. You need to see what we do in there to make big tips, and all we get in there is ours- we don't have to split it with the house. Now I have to get up on stage."

Jane watched as Amber walked onto the big stage as the DJ announced:

"A big round of applause for the legendary Miss Amber Fry, ...the marriage wrecker.....!"

Jane stepped back and watched the men applauding furiously as they nursed their beers and adjusted their chairs for a better view. She wasn't sure about watching them in the VIP since it would be too hard to avoid them and they would easily recognize her.

Although down on her luck, she didn't think she'd be so good at making "special" tips. The idea of everything being on videotape was another damper on any ideas of making some quick tips. She was a single mother and didn't need any hassles.

Jane walked back to the tables of customers and being talking orders. After another twenty minutes, the place was packed and she was hoping around serving beer and drinks to the men from town.

 

[little_golden]

Back on the picket line, things were ugly... A number of the picketers had been drinking around the the barrel fire. To their surprise management had decided to bring in a bus load of scabs.

The strikers attacked the bus with their picket signs, beer bottles and rocks. They smeared the bus with eggs and black paint. It was a nasty mess. There had been screaming and yelling and taunting.

"We'll kill all you fucking scabs!" the strike captain had promised though he couldn't see the faces through the tinted glass.

The bus would never have broken through the line, but the damn cops had intervened to get control of the situation. Due to their damned interference the bus had been able to slip through the line. It was discouraging to the strikers on the line.

"Where the fuck is Paul when we need him!" one of the strikers challenged.

"We need to get at those scabs. We need a list. We need to threaten their families!" another striker yelled out in revenge.