Candi, a total bimbo

Candi squealed with delight when she saw the bright pink package sitting on her desk. She loved getting gifts from admirers! Of course, being the biggest-titted bimbo at her cosmetics firm meant she got lots of them. She even got to try experimental products all the time, like the Swellin' Melon cream or the Brain Buster perfume.

She excitedly tore off the big pink bow and ripped open the wrapping paper. She found a fancy wooden box with a note attached.

"Congratulations on receiving the Intellectual's Toybox! This box contains a fabulous set of items designed to alter reality in intriguing, abstract blah blah blah"

Candi didn't care about all of that stuff. She wondered if this was supposed to be for her boss. He was a smart science guy (with a tasty cock!). He probably knew what all these words meant.

At the bottom of the card there was list of all the stuff in the box. Candi looked over it, hoping it had some cute clothes or jewelry. She furrowed her brow, trying to sound out the words.

"Pen- penomologic anus-something... I dental super sex something..." This stuff obviously wasn't for her. She sniffed and threw the box in the trash, sitting down to go over Mr. Johnson's emails for him.

The first one was from Mr. Harden, another big important guy at the company. The subject line was "what is this shit". She looked over the email.

"Those virgin eggheads down in R&D spent months on a box of useless crap. Nobody wants a bunch of pseudo-intellectual horseshit, they want simple stuff like EZ-Cum and Slut Pills. I don't even know what to do with this trash."

Candi didn't know what it all meant but she could tell Mr. Harden was mad. She saw a short reply from her boss.

"Just give it to that slut at the reception desk. Maybe she'll give you a sloppy BJ for it."

Candi stomped her feet angrily. Her BJs weren't sloppy! She took a long pull from her water bottle and turned to Mr. Johnson's office. There was only one thing to do now - prove him wrong!