James Morris, a co-worker

Daphne was such a fucking idiot. She was a 20 year old receptionist who loved to be a cock tease and show off her body, but spent more time on her hair and make up than doing her job right. She was going to be fired when it was discovered she had taken the company credit card, which someone had left in the break room and charged a several thousand dollars on it buying clothes, shoes, make up, and jewelry. She was so stupid, she never thought about the fact ordering a monogrammed pendant would give her away.

We now had Daphne convinced we could get her arrested because she had had a DUI a year ago and with this conviction, she's spend at least 12 years in jail. She begged not to be fired, so our boss told her she keep working here but as a cleaning lady who got get paid minimum wage and had to dress like a French maid, to earn enough for rent, she could extra money by stripping at frat parties and be the company fuck toy.

It was Monday, and I was feeling blah. I knew what would cheer me up. I called Daphne, "Daphne," I said into the walkie-talkie we all had that connected us to Daphne's. "Get in here, now bitch!"

"Yes, Mr. Morris, sir," said Daphne in her now familiar sheeping voice.