Like a slut

Mallory hardly could contain her laughter as she saw the way her boss was acting, strutting around in her absolutely ridiculous get-up. The media couldn't get enough of her, no doubt so they could make fun of her later, which was perfectly fine by her. The brat needed some humiliation in her life, of that she was sure.

And Brooklyn sure would be getting a lot of humiliation out of this night, from the way she was acting. Walking in a manner that everyone see her cleavage as she stuck her ass out, she was the center of attention, though probably not in the way she had wanted to. Already several people were laughing at her, while she was talking to some guy around her age.

She couldn't hear what her boss was saying because of the distance and the noise of the party, but from the lustful smile in his face and her pointing out her knee pads with her hands, she could make a fairly educated guess that it had to do with Brooklyn's 'Queen of Cocks' obsession she had given her. Mallory couldn't help but smirk as she saw him direct Brooklyn to a more secluded part of the club, where they could get to business.

As she waited for her to return, Mallory entertained herself a bit at the party, drinking a bit and chatting with a few other people who also worked for attending celebrities, forming some sort of kinship with them over having to deal with insufferable brats used to getting everything in life for free and within ten seconds. After a short time of enjoying herself, she saw Brooklyn come back, the guy behind her, smirking, as everyone got to see her boss' face covered in cum, a confident smile on her face.