Gets fired

Betty wasn't sure why her boss Ms H was mad at her. It wasn't that she couldn't understand what Ms H was saying, it was that her mind kept drifting to her boss's delicious tits, sexy legs, and yummy ass. She'd be about to grasp some salient point being yelled at her about her performance the past few weeks, and the thought would drift away like puffy clouds, pushed out by some extremely degrading sexual fantasy.

Betty was lost in her boss's cleavage when Ms H snapped her fingers in front of the vapid blonde's face. "Hello! Earth to Betty! Anyone home?"

Betty blinked and refocused. "Uh, like, sorry Miz H, what did you say?"

Megan Hastings huffed and crossed her arms, angry at her ditzy, but cute secretary. "I said," she began, "You sent out three emails to clients today with the worst typos and grammar I've ever seen in a business setting. Specifically to Gerald Harper, you wrote," she paused to read from the page she was holding. "Miz H will bee hear today tu c u @ 130, kthnx."

"Do you even know what was wrong with that email?"

Betty thought for a minute, and started to lose track of what she was supposed to think about again. "Uh, like, maybe you wasn't here? Was that it?"

Megan's jaw dropped a little at her secretary's answer. She finally threw up her hands, "I don't know why I ever hired you in the first place, certainly not for your brains."

Betty didn't know what to say, so she giggled and chewed on her pinkie finger.

"Normally I'd give you a good spanking for this, but I think we'd both enjoy that a little too much." Betty's giggle turned into a pout.

"I've actually been ordered to fire you, but for some reason that I can't explain, I feel like you're my responsibility. So I've decided to help you get a new job that is more suited to your...." Megan eyed Betty's prominent tits and made a concious effort not to lick her lips. It wouldn't be proper to give into such urges with her secretary.

"suited to your abilities." she finished.

Betty brightened. At first, she'd realized she was getting fired, but now somehow she wasn't. It was very confusing.

"One of my clients owns a gentlemans' club, among other things. He has a position available as an exotic dancer."

"Another one provides in-home dog sitting services."

"Both of them require minimal brain power. I'll let you choose Betty. Which job do you prefer?"

Betty thought for her longest period in more than a month, all of 10 minutes.