Be a decent person

Okay, you're a long way from perfect. A huge part of you wants to say 'fuck it' and then fuck the girls. But ultimately, you want them to fuck you because they want to, not because they think it's a part of a sick employment contract. You barely succeed in convincing yourself that denying short term pleasure might be the right thing to do.

"Okay," you say, "here's the deal. You're both hot as hell and I'd love nothing better than to make love to either of you or both of you together. But it's not okay for it to be an employment prerogative."

"Always fuck for job," Anna said. "Guys like my body so..."

"And I'm crazy about your body. Yours, too," you say as you turn to Mara. "And a part of me is telling me I'm crazy not to just go along with it and fuck you right here. But I worked for a company where the managers picked their female employees based on who they wanted to fuck and, frankly, none of those women looked particularly happy. When and if we make love, I want it to be something that brings joy to your life."

"So, you not want to hire us after all?" Anna looked confused.

"I did just hire you. You're part of the team now. But fucking is strictly optional."

"Okay," Mara said. "So, what do we need to do next on the job front."

That was a little disappointing. You can't deny you harbored a hope that they'd tell you they wanted to fuck you even without it being a job requirement. It seemed like that was a fantasy, though.

"You not as fat as professor," Anna said. "Maybe we go dancing again?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Can I come, too?" Mara pouted sweetly.

"Hell yes. It'll be a party."

"Good. Now let me try to explain the math again. Please tell me you at least know the basics of matrix algebra..."