He looks at it and apparently doesn’t know who I am. “Ok, so your David Greene. Who is that?” he asks. “Read the whole card,” I tell him. He still looks at it and it doesn’t register with him. “I’m the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I’m in charge of the company that owns this company,” I say to reality him now getting annoyed. “Oh, yeah, sorry. We don’t get many visitors here,” he tells me. “Can you put together all the district managers that are here into one striptease conference room please,” I say. “Um, Mr. Greene, it’s almost 2 pm, we head home at 3:30,” He tells me. “Not today you don’t,” I tell him. “Now, if you would please gather all the district managers in a conference room,” I tell him. He decides to shout it across the room, “Everyone, all the district managers are to head into a conference room group sex right now please,” I hear whispers of ‘what’s going on’? and ‘Who’s this guy?’ When I see everyone in the conference room, I ask the same guy if everyone is in there, he assures me they are. I stride into the conference room; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chair in the corner with her assistant's notebook out. “Hello, I’m David Greene. I’m the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very company that owns this company. Does everyone here understand who I am?” I ask. I get pretty much unison in a positive head nod. “Well, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on blowjob to the important issues. We brunette are a restaurant group. Which means that we work when our customers are not working. Does everyone understand that?” I ask. I get a lot of blank stares, which tells me that they already see what is coming and it’s not going to be good for them. “How many hours a week do you each work?” I ask. Silence in the room. “Here madam,” said Aachen from the shadows where he had been lurking. Follow me”. "I have child's rubber boots for your stumps and hands, wear them, trot round like a pig, be a pet to the men wiggle your rump, brunette invite them to fuck you if you wish reality to live," he advised. He was going for the deep penetration. “Yes.” I took her blowjob hand away, “and if you don’t stop that I’ll never get to drink this.” She giggled. Lori decided it was time to get down to work. Molly called with urgency in her voice. I plug in and log into my work email once again. “Okay.” She whispered softly. I heard several of the ladies saying thank you to the guys. These guys were group sex as sick and twisted as we were, and so predictably they striptease became very excited.
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