Every buck should have a boss in charge with the qualifications of Daphne Rosen. Red is favourable sufficient to have one. His lack of motivation, his crummy work reports, his wasting of office time on the net and–this is a biggie–his leaving a copy of SCORE magazine in his desk have culminated in his being summoned to Miss Rosen’s office. It is rumored that babe keeps a piranha tank below a trap door in the floor. That’s how menacing her reputation is at this company.
Has this chab also been whacking off to SCORE magazines in the men’s room? The night janitors have complained. What a dope. The Wrath of Khan is nothing compared to the volcanic fury Red is about to face. But the truth is, Miss Rosen deeply cares about her workers, especially when they have a large cock. When this babe screams at wayward workers, removes her handsome garments and sticks their knobs between her bra-clad super-melons, it means she craves them to succeed. Miss Rosen is plan to do anything this babe can to motivate this lump into giving her a power lunch sixty minutes. Red faces a wild tongue-lashing from the hard-as-nails executive just for starters. View that tongue work its motivational magic. All bucks in the work place should be so favourable as to have a stacked supervisor with permanent raunchy delirium.