"Sexy"

"Uh ?" Said Jim, surprised.

"It's stickers I found in some weird... Holly fuck !" Explained Marc before having the surprise of his life.

He had stamped a stickers with just the word Sexy in cursive. And suddently Jim clothes had changed... No his whole look changed. His hairs were very well done, he was perfectly shaved, his shirt tighten around his well drawn muscles and three button undone themselves at the top. His pants changed to skin tight leather pants with a visible bulge at his crotch. His average look had become ridiculously sexy.

"What the fuck ??" He shouted, making few head turning in his direction.

But strangely, the guys didn't look at him that much, and the women smiled or bit their lips as they took a good look at him.

"How did you do that, man ?" Asked Jim.

"I don't know ! I found them with a note saying stupid shit like it was changing the wearer depending of the stickers." Explained Marc.

"Well, obviously it was real, do you have..."

While Jim was talking to Marc, Rebecca passed by and slapped Jim's ass. When he turned his head to her, she walked away with a wink.

"Dude, thoses stickers are dope !" He said.

"Marc, in my office, now !" A voice suddenly called Marc.

It was Laura, his boss, a stuck-up dark blonde in expensive office clothes with nice knockers. A beauty that ruins her good look with a permanent bitch face.

"Coming !" Answered Marc, leaving Jim having fun with his new 'fans.'

Marc went into the office, where Laura was waiting in her chair.

"Sit down, Marc." She ordered.

Marc sat on the other side of the desk, puzzled with what she wanted with him.

"I won't turn around the subject Marc, we have to lay you off." She then said.

"What ?!? Why ???" Shouted Marc.

"We have cut down the office staff and you're the last in. Plus, you cost a lot in overtime."

"It's because you give me insane deadlines ! I work more than anyone else here !"

"Maybe more, but not faster, you shouldn't have to do overtime on such an easy job."

"Easy ??? That's bullshit ! It was a two man's job !"

"Calm down Marc, I don't need your excuses."

"Calm down ? I work my ass off for this company and you throw me away like an old socks !"

"Do I have to call the security ?"

"No, no need, I'll see myself out !"

Marc then rushed out of the office and went to his cubicle to take his stuffs. Jim joined him short after.

"Why do you take your stuffs ?" He asked.

"I'm fired !" Marc shouted.

"What ? That's bullshit ! You're the most hardworker on this floor !"

"Yeah, I told her that, and she doesn't give a shit !"

For a moment Jim stayed silent, and then he asked.

"Don't you have a sticker for... you know.. getting a little bit of **** ?"

Marc stopped dead on his track. Could the stickers do that ? He took a look on what he had. Few catch his attention.

The one with the suitcase, if he got it right, he could make himself an permanent employee of the company. But, did he really want to work for a company that treated him so poorly ? He also remembered the whore, and though that he could give a new job for his now ex-boss.

The slut stickers, who apparently will **** her to have sex with anyone who wants to. But wasn't it a little bit too excessive ?

The red heart one who would make her horny as fuck, but unable to reach the orgasm by herself. That one could be nice, but won't it help her sex life with her husband ?

Or there is that one...