A bit from column A, a bit from column B...

Adam worked, one eye and ear on the TV...until a photo of a phenomenally busty woman appeared on screen. Adam suddenly turned all his attention to the newscast

"Last night, Kaitlin Howe, the first woman to receive the new PHRIG breast implants, had them 'field tested' by Too-Male gigolo 'Tank' Tolland. At a press conference earlier today, the stud had this to say..."

The screen shifted to the image of a Too-Male, standing in front of a crowd of reporters. He was completely naked, with a blonde in a blue bikini clinging to his right and a brunette in a black lace bra and panties clinging to his left, while a redhead in hot pants and a tube top sucked his cock.

"They're amazing," he declared. "Not only are they massive, but they barely sag and they almost exactly like the real thing. I'm usually a leg man, as you can see," he indicated the three hotties fawning on him, all of whom were indeed quite leggy, "But I could fuck those PHRIG funbags all day!"

The screen returned to the newscaster. "The handsome hunk has announced that video of this 'field test' will be released onto the internet later today. In other news..."

Adam tuned out again. He'd heard of PHRIG, but dismissed it as mere rumor and exaggeration; but it seemed that the rumors were true. He couldn't help but think of his earlier jokey conversation with Linda, and wondered if, as despite what he'd said, she could be convinced to get PHRIG implants. It would take a lot of convincing, but if he threatened to stop screwing her otherwise, she might cave. Were he to offer the same threat to Joan, she definitely would. A threat would be wasted on Katie; he'd be better served by bribing her, offering to allow himself to be introduced to her sorority sisters. Mary would be all for it, so long as he paid for the procedure. Donna and Charlotte would do it no questions asked if he told them to; Beth might put up more resistance, but she would break down and do his bidding as well. Flora would be begging her mother to set up an appointment with a plastic surgeon the minute he mentioned wanting to verify Tolland's results; she was persuasive enough to talk Gina into it, and upon seeing the result, she and her sister would feel compelled to keep up.

Adam shivered. This was a very disturbing line of thought, thinking out ways to bully his ladies into augmenting their bosoms. Yet it was also arousing, so arousing that he couldn't help but start to wonder if he could persuade Gogo to go PHRIG...and at that moment, she walked in the door, beautiful, busty, and his for the taking. But he had to resist.

"Yes, Miss Ejarmen, what is it?" he said, as brusquely as he possibly could.

"The material for the commercial arrived; you need to choose models for..."

"I'm occupied," Adam declared, desperate to get her out of his office before he began to lose control. "But I trust your judgment. Why don't you pick them, and I'll interview them after my lunch break. That will be all."

Gogo stood there a moment, as if in shock, and then took her leave. Adam breathed a sigh of relief, and got back to work.

****

Gogo was perturbed. She was no fool, and it was obvious that Adam was avoiding her. Coupled with his earlier having had a beautiful woman in his office and not even tyring to fuck her, a disturbing pattern was emerging, one which led to Adam swaering off sex. With this morning's epiphany(/rationalization) of her duty to see Adam supplied with all the sex he could handle, Gogo found this unacceptable.

Obviously, this nonsense needed to be nipped in the bud now, before it got any worse. She wracked her brains looking for a solution. She looked at the packet in her hands, and then recalled some of the things she'd over heard about the habits of men during her days in the secretarial pool (thinking of which brought to mind the image of Adam among the secretaries having his way with them one by one, like some kind of sexual shark), and decided that the best thing to do was bombard Adam with the sexiest, most seductive models she could find.

And given how he'd responded to her, she had an idea of the kind of women best suited for this. She picked up the phone, and dialed a number. "Hello sir. Are you the agent for Miss Moonmoon Sun? Wonderful..."

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by Shendude)