On to work

You step in to work, stop by your office to grab your leather-bound binder and some papers and head to your boss' office.

Mr. Wallbanger is an odd sort. He's mid-50's, with thinnish hair that is fighting a losing battle against grey. But, as bosses go, he's grand. He's the type that pretty much doesn't ask you how it will be done, so long as the results are achieved.

Your meeting is brief: an important client will be arriving tomorrow. Pat McCann will be representing their corporation which is looking at purchasing a new Accounting system. Your firm makes a model that would fit their needs perfectly, but they have to be "sold" on your product over the competition.

Wallbanger instructs you to do "whatever is necessary" to make the sale and tells you to let rip with the company credit card. Lunches, dinners, entertainment, whatever--just do it and make Pat happy.

You head back to your office trying to come up with a strategy.

You sit down at your desk, gazing absently out the window.

Your thoughts drift to yesterday's activities and you're soon faced with a raging hard-on.

You decide you need some relief.

Also, you think, maybe you've been too soft on Doe. You won the bet and she seems to be running the show a bit too much...

You phone her up and tell her to report to your office right away.