Totally Bizarre

The next morning, Tara dressed in the slutty outfit and gobbed on the make-up. She made sure to avoid her coworkers and waited in her office until her secretary let her know the media had shown up.

Tara strutted past her stunned secretary and a few employees into the conference room. She went up to the podiums that had microphones attached. She cleared her throat. "Ladies and gentlemen," she began confidently, "I have decided that due to the success of Fifty Shades of Gray, and the fact that a women's place in the bedroom is on her knees, being submissive to her man and pleasuring him, Tara Sales fashions will focus from now on solely on bondage gear."

"Um, Miss Sales," asked a well-dressed woman. "Is this a joke?"

"No!" said Tara, "I assumed a feminist prude like yourself would not appreciate this. You women have been keeping women from fulfilling their desires to be submissive sluts in the bedroom."

The door opened. A large man wearing only a black Speedo and a ceramic black mask came in. He was fat with a large gut and was very hairy. He walked straight up to Tara. "Kneel and suck it!" he said in a commanding voice.

"If you will excuse me," said Tara, "I will show you what all real women want and crave!"

Tara knelt down and pulled the man's Speedo and grabbed his thick cock. She took his cock into her mouth and started sucking the man off in front of the stunned media. The man grabbed Tara by the pony tail and started deep throating her. "Yeah, bitch, take it all!" he said. He face fucked her for several minutes before he came in her mouth. "Swallow it all!" After he finished, he walked out.

"That is how a real woman does it!" said Tara. "From now on, we will cater to real women who love being on their knees, their proper place! No questions!"

Tara turned on her heel and left.

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Moroff sat in his office. He was watching a live stream of the news conference and laughing his ass off. He had sneaked in a reporter who owed him a favor. He picked up the phone and dialed Tara. "Tara, I just saw your news conference."

"Love it?"

"Hell no! You made a total fool of yourself. Who told you to do that?"

"You did!"

"No, I did not! I bet it was someone in your company. They are all out to get you. You can trust none of them!"

"Those assholes! What went wrong?"

"Everything but the blow job. You are spot on about what a real woman wants and how she acts, but the blow job in front of cameras was over the line."

"What should I do now? You're the only one I can trust!"

"OK, we'll talk tonight, but talk to me and me alone. Do not even take texts from anyone. Talk to me alone! Got it! You can trust only me!"

"Got it! I can't believe I'm surrounded by such rats!"

"Go back to the clothing store you got that classy outfit you're wearing. He'll have a bag for you. Pay for it with a blow job. Then come to my house tonight. I'm having a party for my old frat buddies from the class of '73. I'll text you the address. Again, talk to no one but me! Don't even watch TV or listen to the radio. Your employees may have bribed the media. You cannot trust any of them!"

"Got it. I'm so fucking pissed. I'm glad I can trust you!" said Tara. She hung up. She was fuming at how her own employees were out to get her.

Meanwhile Moroff had wired all of the money from Tara's business accounts to a new one he had created it. He had the limo driver take him home.