New Direction for Research

"Dennis, please come on in! Please, shut the door behind you"

"Sure, sure, uh, the meeting invite was a little vague, what exactly --"

"I'm sure you've noticed some changes around the offices, Dennis!"

"Well, I mean, its really not up to me how this place get run, you're the boss."

"Oh, you can say it, all the women here have suddenly become horny bimbosluts! Can't explain why, but we have! I mean, I did not have this rocking set of tatas at the start of the fiscal year, I tell you that much!"

"And suddenly, all the men have lost all their balls. They've become as timid as little church mice, unable to look at us in the eye. Weak, pathetic little boys, really. I mean, how can you not want to have sex with us? But not you."

" It is a struggle, but, well, to be honest, Mrs. Choi, I've been focusing on my pheromone research, not assessing other employees' performances here, or frankly, I haven't had sex with anyone here either."

"So modest. I know you've tried to keep your head down, but I've taken notice of you. I think all the ladies here have to be honest."

"That's good to hear, I guess, but uh..."

"I was hoping to discuss expanding your job responsibilities here. See all my female employees are so achingly horny and frustrated that they're not getting a lick of work done. And you're so obviously virile and masculine. The only decent cock in the building, really. I was hoping you could go around, and just give us the deep dicking we so desperately need?"

"Uh, I'd have to give up my pheromone research,"

"I didn't want to say anything, but I was talking with Dr. Sorenson, and she said that she was afraid that your research was a dead end. If there was a breakthrough to be made, you would have made it by now. Though, if you're really set on it, and you can find time for it between fucking us to screaming orgasms, I'll see about getting Helen to assist you and go over her concerns."

"And, I think I would need a pay raise?"

"Oh, that's no issue. I'll just dock 20% of the other male employees' salaries and give it to you. They're such spineless little pussies, that if they complain, I'm sure they'll back down once you talk to them."

"Are you sure? I mean, didn't Darrell used to play college football? And Kevin on the sales team is 6'6. He always seemed like a pretty confident guy. And 20% is a lot, I mean. I'd pretty pissed if you tried to pull that on me."

"Oh I wouldn't dream of doing something like that on you, Dennis. You'd say something, you'd stand up for yourself. Maybe you haven't noticed that every guy starts staring at his shoes when you walk on the floor? They veer away from you in the hallways. I swear, Darrell, Kevin, the whole ball-less lot of them would break like dry spaghetti if you so much as bared your teeth at them. If you asked for 30% and to fuck their wives, they'd probably agree just to avoid making you angry, you big strong man!"

"I find these terms acceptable. 20%."

"There's just one last small thing, I'll need you to finish on the girl's face, or chest, or fuck her in the ass. I can't have half my staff off on maternity leave. At least stagger out the creampies every few months. I know, I know, I'm a buzzkill, but I am trying to run a business here."

"Well, I could wear a condom. And/or you girlss could go on the pill."

"Oh, no, no, Dennis, where would the fun be in that? And besides, we both know that a strong, virile man like you, I doubt a condom would even hold... well... actually, can I have the first creampie? And Dr. Sorensen is waiting for you in her office when we're done."