Every man should have a boss in charge with the qualifications of Daphne Rosen. Red is lucky 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's rumored she keeps a piranha tank under a trap door in the floor. That's how fearsome her reputation is at this company.
Has he 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 employees, especially when they have a big cock. When she screams at wayward employees, removes her clothes and sticks their dicks between her bra-clad super-melons, it means she wants them to succeed. Miss Rosen is going to do everything she can to motivate this lump into giving her a power lunch hour. Red faces a wild tongue-lashing from the hard-as-nails executive just for starters. Watch that tongue work its motivational magic. All men in the work place should be so fortunate as to have a stacked supervisor with permanent sexual delirium.
