Freaky Friday In The Workplace As Sex Sells
Every now and then, I’ll accompany my boss in a meeting to deal with hiring some outsourced help for certain projects. He was not in town the entire week and left me to be the man to do the job; he is probably banging some broad in Cancun while his wife takes care of his kids—but that’s his fucking business, not mine
Anyway, a pair of hot chicks came in and started pitching some idea I really couldn’t concentrate on because my eyes were fixated on both of their tits protruding through their goddam thin shirts. They call this slutty wear acceptable work attire? I just kept moving my eyes from their lips to their tits to their eyes in rotation—the bitches knew I could give a flying fuck about what they were trying to pitch me. The truth of the matter is that sex sells, and if they wanted to work with us, then they’d cut the bullshit.
And right on cue, one of the two chicks closed the blinders and locked the door. Soon enough, they started going TrashyToons.com on me. Titties were bouncing, mouths were salivated, and all the bases were covered. Besides my stunning charm (yeah, I said it), they knew exactly what I was looking for as I gave subtle hints throughout their whole presentation without getting into the “sexual harassment” gray zone. I love working class tramps.
They are going to get my approval once I speak with my boss. The power of pussy…
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