A job that blows

Sarah woke up that morning and prepared for her day. She decided to get up since boss told her he had some good news for her. While she was hesitant at first, the worst thing he could do was deny her the promotion. She had worked hard to get it, but her work wasn't bearing any fruit. After her boss's "conditions" from yesterday, she began to think there was no way she'd ever get promoted. Yet, when she got to the office, she had a strange feeling. It was like she knew she would get the job. Had Tom made a wish for her? If things went the way she thought they would, then she'd have to do something special for him when she got home. She went over to his side of the bed and set down her purse on the nightstand, a few coins spilling out, and climbed on top of Tom.

Tom groaned awake to see the stunning visage of his wife on top of him. "To... What do I owe the pleasure, honey?"

"Oh, I just have a good feeling about today," she smirked and bent forward, her lips hovering next to his ear. "And if things go the way I think they will, then let's just say that you'll be well-compensated tonight." She sat up and climbed off of him, grabbing her purse and shoving the coins back in the purse.

"Tease," he replied before rolling back over in bed.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Sarah asked as she sheepishly opened the door to the man's office.

"Ah, yes, Sarah, come on in. Have a seat!" The man said, motioning towards the chair. Her boss was a rather stocky man, rotund and boorish. Yet, he was good at what he did. He knew the stock market better than anyone she'd ever met and seemed to just have a way with money. "I've thought long and hard about your promotion and I realize that I might have been unfair yesterday. Of course, I was only joking about the blowjob, but it obviously didn't go over well." He sighed and stood up, walking around his desk to get behind her as he began to rub her shoulders. "I've decided to promote you. From now on, you'll be directly reporting to me as my personal secretary. Don't think that it will be an easy job. I'll still expect you to keep your portfolio and caseload stocked with clients, but you will also be handling special tasks from me. How does that sound?"

"Mr. Boston, that's- that's amazing! I can't thank you enough! When do I start?" Sarah asked.

"You can start right now! I'll let you work on moving your stuff from your old desk later. You'll be in here with me so I don't have to worry about what you'll be doing. This is a probationary period, Sarah; you need to prove to me you deserve this promotion, got it? It'll be a lot of work, but you'll get a hefty pay raise."

Sarah jumped up and turned around, pulling her boss into a hug. "Oh!" She hopped back with a red face, dropping her purse on the ground. The contents spilled out and she hastily dropped to her knees to pick everything up. "S-sorry, sir. That was unprofessional of me and now I'm paying for it." She let out a soft chuckle that was matched by Mr. Boston's.

"No worries, my dear. I understand how exciting promotions can be. Besides, a hug from a beautiful, young woman is never a bad thing," he moved back to his desk and sat down. "Feel free to spend the day how you like; tomorrow, your new desk will be in here."

"Thank you again, sir! You won't regret this!" Sarah shouted excitedly before exiting the room.

Mr. Boston sighed as he leant back in his chair. Something caught his attention, though. Our of the corner of his eye, he saw a gleaming coin on the ground. It couldn't be. He quickly hurried over and picked it up, examining it intently before moving back to his desk. The round man reached into his desk and pulled out a small box. Upon opening it, there were seven coin settings in it, two already filled.

"Another one to add to my collection. This one looks like the lust coin, though... What was Sarah doing with it?" Mr. Boston pondered the question as he ran his fingers over it, noting the striking visage of Sarah on it. "I wish I could get Sarah to tell me about this coin.

The door opened a moment later, a familiar face peeking through. Sarah felt a compulsion... something was drawing her to tell her boss about the ring. "Sir, if I may... My husband was given a coin that allows him that allows him to wish for me whatever he wants. That's how I look so young and beautiful." She mentally chided herself; why did she do that?

"Oh? It does, does it now?" Mr. Boston gripped the coin, "does it look like this?" He asked, holding up it up.

"What? How did you—" Sarah cut herself off. She must have grabbed it off of Tom's nightstand by mistake and dropped it in here. "Sir, please, if you would just give it back..."

"Hm, actually, I think I'll keep it. Let's see... I can wish for anything involving you?" Mr. Boston licked his lips. "I wish..."