The Office Opens

Christine came in looking harried. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a boring look she would never had done before. Her make-up looked like it had been put on in a moving car. She wore a blue pinstriped skirt and matching blazer over a white blouse. She rushed in past Cheryl and into her office.

Cheryl came in after. "Cristie, what's wrong?"

"Huh, oh nothing," said Christine as she dropped her purse onto the floor and sank heavily into her chair.

"Well, you're in deep shit."

"What, why?"

"Um, you fired six employees for not having sex with you. They are going to sue."

"Oh my god!"

"Yes, but here is what you need to do."

"Anything!" said Christie.

"You must show you are not some overbearing tyrant. Refer to all employees as either Mistress or Master. Wear the shortest, tightest skirts you can squeeze into, and do not wear panties unless you're on your period. Wear a tight, translucent white blouse, no bra, black fishnets and 6 inch heels. Wear heavy slutty make up. I mean enough make-up to make a truck-stop whore blush, and don't waste money on it. The cheapest make-up you can find is great. Also, if any of your employees wants to use or **** you, you must do it."

"Wow, that's a lot," said Christine.

"Yes. Go buy the clothes I said you must wear. Then come back and spend the rest of the day kneeling between the urinals in the men's room with your mouth open. In lipstick on the wall above the urinals write: My Mouth Is Yours. This will prove you are a great boss and willing to orally satisfy your male employees. Tomorrow, we'll work on the female employees to get them on your side."

"Thank you so much, Cheryl."

"Sure thing Assbreath."

"What did you call me?"

"Assbreath. That's my pet name for you. Now leave, Assbreath."

Christine grabbed her purse and hurried out.

When the door closed, Cheryl laughed her ass off. She could not wait until Christine returned.