Disastrous

Tara went to her office and checked the clock. She had just enough time to change. She slipped into her sexy, slutty school girl outfit, tied her hair into pig tails, ending in pink bows, and popped in two pieces of bubble gum.

The intercom buzzed, "Miss Sales, your meeting is here."

"Send them in."

Tara made sure the four chairs were all facing her desk. She sat on her desk and crossed her legs. She blew a big bubble.

The door opened, and four Japanese businessmen entered. The stopped and stared in disbelief.

"Um, Miss Sales," said one, "I'm Mr. Ohuro. I'm the translater for Mr. Tamoko and his associates."

Tara popped the bubble. "Come in and sit down, gentlemen."

The men came in, shook Tara's hands and sat down.

"First, let me just say I will not make fun of your tiny Japanese penises," said Tara.

Mr. Ohuro stared blankly for a moment, then spoke to the other men.

The other men sat upright and looked at each other. One, Mr. Tamoko, said something in Japanese.

"Miss Sales," said Mr. Ohuro, "Mr. Tamoko would like you to know that joke is in poor taste."

"I know it's in poor taste to make fun of your tiny penises, and I won't do it. Also, I know you men love weird sex stuff, so if you want me to hire prostitutes to crap on you or piss on you, just say the word."

Mr. Ohuro's jaw dropped. He then slowly turned to the other men and whispered the translation.

The men stood up and looked furious. They all said things in Japanese and turned. They stormed out, leaving Mr. Ohuro behind.

Mr. Tamoko said you have wasted his time, and he will let all of his colleagues know what an insult this has been. He bowed slightly and turned.

Tara hopped down. "No wait! I mean it! I'll do anything you guys want!"

Mr. Ohuro just left.

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Across the street in the back of his limo, Maximillian watched as the angry Japanese businessmen got into their limo. He picked up his phone and called Tara's office.

"Moroff, what the hell? The Japanese men just stormed out!"

"You royally screwed it up!" said Moroff, "Don't blame me! I gave you great advice, and you blew it!"

"Oh my god!"

"Those guys are going to tell everyone in the business how horrible of a business woman you are, and now there is only one way to fix this to save your public image."

"What? I'll do anything!" said Tara.

Max smiled evilly.