Go see King about a job

Scarlett Johansson storms through the door of her recovery room towards the office with a clear 'Burger King' logo on the nameplate, stumbling a bit more than she'd like, but she's too mad about the whole situation to think straight.

Where's the Lamborghini she got to test drive? Where's the pony with a giant bow on it's back? Where is the mansion she toured with her family? Where IS her family?! She channels her rage at the man who decided to cover her face with his disgusting spunk the moment she woke up this hell and bursts through the door of his office.

Scarlett falls into a punch towards King's face, but he deflects it by accident when he flinches and moves to protect his head from the sudden movement. She moves to swing with her other arm, dropping her towel to the floor and revealing her naked body, but he catches her fist easily and twists her arm behind her back. The fight was over within a second, mostly won on accidental reflex. Not only was she extraordinarily weak from her motionless life up until now, King had several modifications that made him fit and rather strong without even working for it.

"Holy shit, you surprised me!" King says, entirely recovered from the shock and already grabbing and kneading her tits from behind. Scarlett begins to kick and flail her feet toward his groin so he sweeps her legs and takes her do the ground instead, laying his weight on her as she continues to squirm beneath him. "What the fuck did I do to you?"

"Gunngh! You **** my face this morning! Eeeugh! Then came on me! Ugnnn! Obviously!" Scarlett Johansson yells up at him through gritted teeth while trying to break free.

"What? ****? I haven't heard that one in awhile. Sorry, I forgot you were new here, I'm kinda new here myself. To the job I mean." Burgerking says, beginning to lighten his grasp as she starts losing the will to fight against his far superior strength. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot here... I really didn't mean to scare you. Let's start over."

He sits up and off of her and back on his chair, then offers her a handshake with a friendly smile. "Hi! My name is Burgerking Ruthschrissteakhouse!"

Scarlett Johansson lunges at him as soon as she stands up, flying into another fit of rage upon hearing his dumb name. She is back to being pinned on the floor again within seconds. "Oh Google, this is gonna be a problem... MARILYN CAN YOU GET IN HERE PLEASE!" Scarlett Johansson struggles a hand free and swings at him. "AND BRING THE HANDCUFFS!"

A minute later a clone of Marilyn Monroe wearing a blue collar begins walking in the door with a pair of handcuffs. "Steve Jobs sake, Burgerking! How many times do I have to tell you to use the intercom if you're going to call me! And boss says you're not supposed to tie me up anymore after you left me...." She pauses as she notices King is in the middle of a fight with a collarless Scarlett Johansson. "Oh, dear. There's a stray in here? Need me to call THOT Patrol?"

"No, that won't be necessary, just help me get her under control, okay?" They handcuff Scarlett's arms behind her back and place her on her knees in front of king. He points his erect cock toward her face and she snaps her jaw at him, menacingly. King rolls his eyes and sighs. "Hold her teeth open."

"I don't believe that's in my job descriptions, sir."

"Oh, come on Marilyn, you know I'll give you a dose for it. Just do it already."

Marilyn Monroe scoffs as she sticks both of her hands into Scarlett Johansson's mouth to keep her teeth from closing before pushing her head down over his cock. She uses the entrance of the young clone's throat to stimulate him, despite the open mouth, while she gags and retches over the invasion.

"Oh, come on! I'm a really nice guy! I promise!" King says in a pleading voice over her **** struggles. "I was even going to give you a place to stay while you got on your feet! I'm a friend to strays and I love Scarlett Johansson! I promise! You're my favorite model! Can't we be friends?"

He pushes her head back, so Marilyn pulls Scarlett's mouth away from his long pole, but continues to overstretch her lips and hold her teeth wide open with all eight fingers. The terrified clone looks up at him, not entirely convinced, but not really being given a choice.