Every charmer 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 mag in his desk have culminated in his being summoned to Miss Rosen’s office. It’s rumored this babe keeps a piranha reservoir below a trap door in the floor. That is how fearsome her reputation is at this company.
Has this stud 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 no thing compared to the volcanic fury Red is about to face. But the truth is, Miss Rosen deeply cares about her staff, especially when they have a larger than average dick. When she screams at wayward crew, removes her hawt clothes and sticks their jocks between her bra-clad super-melons, it means she craves them to succeed. Miss Rosen is plan to do anything that babe can to motivate this lump into giving her a vigour lunch hour. Red faces a wild tongue-lashing from the hard-as-nails executive just for starters. Check out that tongue work its motivational magic. All dudes in the work place should be so fortunate as to have a stacked supervisor with permanent sexual delirium.