A company policy on fucking

Clare looked at Veronica as if she was the dumbest animal to have ever stepped foot on the planet, as if the 5-second rule was known by everybody and anybody off the street.

"We're not talking bout food here right?" Veronica innocently asked, earning another annoyed looked from Clare, the blonde bombshell secretly shooting you a look that screamed 'Really? This bitch?'.

"The 5-second rule is just that, all fuck collateral's have exactly 5 seconds to strip themselves and be ready for insertion" Clare explained in an irritated tone.

"Strip themselves?" Veronica echoed like a parrot.

"Yes, doesn't have to be all your clothes, just the ones that block access to your holes" You explained further.

Veronica suddenly recalled her entire experience at Slut-Vestments, the whole time, most fuck collateral's she saw were either walking around fully nude, partially bottomless or wearing incredibly short micro skirts or leggings that could have easily been torn by a lust-filled staff. It also explained the outfit Clare was sporting right now, Veronica did wonder what kind of lunatic would wear a cheetah-themed bikini in a chilly air-conditioned floor, a retail manager no less.

"That's not all, each outfit you buy must be tested if it passes the five-second rule" Clare continued, taking out a stopwatch from a nearby table. Veronica thought she was joking but Clare looked dead serious with a stopwatch and clipboard in hand. Clare then explained that the test must be done through anal insertion only for each outfit bought, anything exceeding 5-seconds would not be sold.

"That's bullshit" Veronica instinctively.

"No it isn't, silver tier collateral's are expected to serve anyone from staff to investor within a blink of an eye, doesn't matter if it's in the cafeteria or break room, anything longer than 5-seconds would be poor service"

"Besides" Clare continued.

"Don't you think a diamond tier should be ready to serve whenever duty calls? Anyways, 5-seconds is too long for your 'elites' if you ask me" Clare commented, her entire tone throughout the conversation sounded almost clinical.

"So you're telling me, whatever I put on in the dressing room-?"

"Will be tested by Mr. Harlow to see if it passes the 5-second rule" Clare clarified.

"Wow, what a nice of way saying he'll fuck me in the ass repeatedly" Veronica quipped in her usual snarky tone. Clare rolled her eyes impatiently, pointing out that nobody was forcing her to wear clothes and that she could always run around naked.

"Besides, it's not fucking, it's just insertion, although the base of his cock must meet your butt in order to pass" Clare further reiterated that most collateral's don't really get to buy more than two outfits at any one visit. The reason for that? Simple, the collateral's are almost always fucking in the ass by the time the second outfit is worn.

"Won't it be fucking tight though? Being in the ass and all?" Clare gave another annoyed look at what she thought was another clearly stupid question.

"That's the point bimbo, the tighter the hole, the better to see if you can pass the 5-seconds rule"

Veronica finally turned to you, realizing you've been very quiet the whole time Clare was explaining the company policy. She shot you a mean look, one you had grown familiar with before slapping your shoulder rather forcefully.

"You knew, you knew you were going to fuck me in the ass when you bought me here"

"Guilty as charged" You give Veronica a smug smirk, one she herself had grown familiar with. You were going to analized her sooner or later so might as well kill two birds with one stone by having Veronica show for new, naturally skimpy clothes at the same time. Veronica on the other hand wasn't as pleased when you mentioned that fact. Clare, the blonde angel she is, suggested Veronica could always buy clothes from outside the building. Of course, this would mean walking out completely nude in public or at best, in a bath-towel that would poorly hide all of her assets.

"Fine, I'll do it but you better use lube I'm telling you!" Veronica finally caved in to the idea only for Clare to break the bad news.

"Oops sorry, just ran out of lube a day ago, forgot to restock hehe" Clare apologized playfully, acting like the dumb blonde bimbo most people would have assumed on first glance. Veronica was suddenly less thrilled about being anal plugged without lube.

"Fine...I guess I can give Mr. Harlow a blowjob...help a sister out and what not" Clare offered, getting on her knees, on the floor rather quickly as she started to forcefully unzip your pants, thinking her moist lips and mouth would make your erect cock slick enough to probe Veronica's anal hole. Veronica on the other hand, saw straight through her thin ploy.

"Wait, why do you get to blow him? I'm his fucking cock sleeve! I got the job after he face fucked me after all" Veronica exclaimed, getting on her knees right beside Clare as she too started to fight for your zipper.

"Honey that's cute but I've been sucking Mr. Harlow's cock since he started the company, I know all his soft spots" Clare giggled at her own widely inaccurate claim. Clare wasn't even around when you founded Slut-Vestments, the part about sucking your cock for so long and knowing all your soft spots was pretty much right on the money though.

"Do I need to remind you who's the fucking diamond tier here?" Veronica shot back.

"Bitch please, you've had the job for one day" The pair fought back and forth between each other and it was clear you had a choice to make. Do you want the cougar, blonde bombshell to make your dick nice and slick, or, do you prefer the rude, loud-mouthed, black haired vixen to gobble your cock up once again?