Show her your card

Your balls are in too much pain to speak but you have business cards in your jacket pocket. You pull one out and reach out with your trembling arm to hand it to her. She leans down to grab it, putting more weight on your nuts.

Adriana reads the card and releases your sack. You curl into a ball and cradle your brutalized testicles. You breath heavily.

"So are you my new manager or just someone else from the company?" She asks.

"Manager," you say weakly.

"This can't be how you introduce yourself to your clients."

"No. If it was, I wouldn't still have my balls."

"No you wouldn't. Knock next time, pervert," she says as she slips a top on to cover her beautiful tits.