A blonde bomshell, Clare Cruise

"Mr Harlow, it's good to see you!" A blonde woman wearing what Veronica could only perceive as a ludicrous cheetah-themed bikini rushed to your side, wrapping her long arms around your neck comfortably as she hugged your chest with her breasts. In doing so, you could tell Veronica was annoyed, not only because the blonde bombshell was hugging you to close but at the fact that she basically swatted Veronica like trash to get to you.

"You never come to visit me any more these days" The blonde pouted, smothering you in a long and moist kiss on the lips.

"SO, are you going to introduce me?" Veronica sounded annoyed as she crossed her arms, something about the blonde bimbo seemed familiar to her but she couldn't quite understand why.

"Eww, who's the hag"

You almost had to restrain Veronica when Clare said that, it was almost as if two feral cats were fighting out in street for the same piece of territory. You briefly introduced Clare Cruise to Veronica, the retail manager of the Slut-Vestments fashion store and to Veronica's credit, she tried to shake hands with Clare.

"Yea, real pleasure to meet you" Clare said in a monotonous tone, her eyes clearly judging Veronica from head to toe like a predator eyeing its prey as she placed a hand on her hip.

"Mr Harlow, don't tell me this is your new 'personal assistant'?" Clare made no effort to hide her obvious judgemental tone.

"She is" You say, trying unsuccessfully to craw Claire's arms off your neck, Veronica raised her eyebrow, as if she wanted to say 'You got a problem with that bitch?'.

"You got a problem with that bitch?" There it is as Veronica curled her fists up ready to throw hands.

"I mean come on, how the hell are you worth $75,000? Mr. Harlow only paid $55,000 for me" You tried to explain that Clare's credit card debt was $55,000 and that's why she was loaned that amount but it did little to quell her.

"Hmph, should have spent more than" Clare said and you almost wanted to remind her that her step-father pretty much gave Clare up entirely to Slut-Vestments for racking up $50,000+ on his credit card every other month.

"Fuck him...I have a new d-daddy now" Was Clare's response as she suddenly cupped your crotch. Suddenly, a light bulb turned on in Veronica's head as she remembered the blonde fuck collateral in the cafeteria, the one who was riding an employee's cock while another woman on the same table just sat and watch. When Veronica pointed it out out loud, Clare's response was an unforgiving and enthusiastic

"Oh you saw me riding Derrick from accounting? That was his wife in front of him by the way, they're filing for divorce next week cuz she found out we were fucking like rabbits behind her back.....oops" Clare continued to explain how she decided to fuck Derrick out in public seeing the divorce and all, no better time she said. The lack of remorse or regret on Clare's face made Veronica dumbstruck.

Ignoring the divorce tale, you told Clare you needed some new clothes for your 'personal assistant', something breezy, fashionable and most importantly functional. Veronica on the other hand decided to interrupt you, saying in her usual stubborn voice that she can decide for her clothing herself and that 'men have no clue about women's fashion'.

"Your pretty rude for a personal cum dump huh? Maybe that's why Mr. Harlow likes you" Clare said as she rolled her eyes at Veronica's ignorant attitude. Veronica was about to clapped back with her own remark before being cut off by Clare.

"Alright, listen here bimbo, fuck collateral's are divided into three separate tiers, Silver, Platinum and Diamond." Clare's tone suddenly changed, less whiny or pampered and more akin to a businesswoman trying to teach an incompetent new hire.

"Each tier has different credit card spending limit, your allowance promised to you? Yea your Slut-Vestments ID card doubles as credit" Clare then continued to explain that Silver is the most basic tier with a limit of $3,500 and can be pretty much fucked by anyone in the company for personal or professional use. Platinum can only be accessed by a select few upper-level management while Diamond is reserved for one particular individual only.

"So how much is my credit card limit" Veronica asked impatiently.

"Tsk...$10,000" Clare answered bitterly, especially considering she was only a Platinum tier while the person she had called a hag was a Diamond, as a matter of fact, the number of diamond tiers in the company could be counted with one hand. Veronica smirked in satisfaction, somehow finding it dominating to be 'ranked' higher than the blonde Clare. Without wasting another moment, Veronica bolted past Clare as she started to shop for her clothes, pilling a mountain's worth on her hands so fast you wondered if she even took a proper look at the clothes.

"Tsk...this is why I hate diamonds" Clare muttered under her breathe before continuing "I guess you haven't told her the 5-second rule yet?"

You shook your head as you watch a very excited Veronica ransacking aisle after aisle of clothes.

"5-second rule?" Veronica asked curiously, already struggling to walk with the heap of clothes on her hands.