At a gym

Dave was delighted to learn that Tina was a pilates and yoga instructor and personal trainer at a small women-only gym near by. She had been headed to work when Dave had wished her to his car.

They drove over and went in, Tina gushing at the prospect of what Dave might do to her clients, coworkers and, most especially, her boss.

As luck would have it, her boss was the first person they met. Christine Schirf was there in an powder blue business suit talking to the young college student at the reception desk when they walked in. Tina gave a little squeak of delight, drawing the attention of the blonde woman in her late 50s.

Ms, Schirf's expression was hard to read. Botox injections and at least one face lift hadn’t left much room for mobility. The tone of her voice, though, made it clear Dave wasn't welcome.

"Who's this, Tina?" She asked.

"This is Dave!" Tina gushed. "He's going to help with my classes and clients and make some really great changes around here!"

"Ah...He most certainly is not!" Christine declared. "Sir, this is a women-only facility. You’ll need to leave. Now."

"But I just got here, Krissi! " Dave objected.

"Do NOT call me Krissi! " she ragged.

"But you WANT me to call you Krissi, Krissi!" He countered as the bone warmed and throbbed in his hand.

"I want you to call me Krissi-Krissi," she agreed with wide, confused eyes.

Tina squealed, did a little dance and hugged Dave.

"What’s going on?" The receptionist asked in confusion. "Are you ok, Ms. Schirf?"

Dave saw the skinny 19-year old with light brown hair had a name tag.

"Ms. Schirf is not ok, Riley," he informed her. "She's a bitch. But I think Krissi-Krissi can be so much nicer with just a little help from me and Tina."

"What do you mean..." Riley asked, hand creeping towards her computer monitor, probably to call security.

"Well," said Dave, wishing away Riley's fears and replacing them with a relaxed, carefree attitude. "Ms. Schirf had a rule that you couldn't watch porn on your work computer. But Krissi-Krissi will let you watch porn whenever you want and even masturbate discretely at your desk, won’t you Krissi-Krissi?"

The throbbing wishbone assured that the boss agreed and the receptionist was delighted by the new lax workplace.

"You can watch any kind of porn you like, Riley!" Krissi-Krissi declared, pulling out her pocket book and handing the girl a credit card. "Take this if you want to subscribe to anything!"

"Oh fuck yes!" Said the suddenly foul-mouthed and pansexual Riley with her new, intense interestin all legal pornography. " Ima gunna goon myself stupid at work!"

They left her at reception with on hand in her pants and the other on her mouse, intent on making changes to Krissi-Krissi that were best done in the boss's office.