Every Lothario should have a boss in charge with the qualifications of Daphne Rosen. Red is fortunate enough 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 she keeps a piranha tank below a trap door in the floor. That is how menacing her reputation is at this company.
Has this chab too 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 big dong. When she screams at wayward staff, removes her sexy raiment and sticks their dicks between her bra-clad super-melons, it means that babe wishes them to succeed. Miss Rosen is intend to do anything that babe can to motivate this lump into giving her a force lunch 60 minutes. Red faces a wild tongue-lashing from the hard-as-nails executive just for starters. Watch that tongue work its motivational magic. All guys in the work place should be so fortunate as to have a stacked supervisor with permanent raunchy delirium.