Edgar Smythe teases his white mustache. The distinguished older gentleman looks skeptical and even rather disgusted by Amy's proposal.
"I rather think not..." he begins saying.
Mr. B steps in. What Amy needs are men in charge of her.
Edgar continues in a more constructive manner.
"You are a very uppity and forward girl, Amy. In my day, office girls were more respectful towards their elders. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Amy blushes, ashamed, while smearing the cum into her face and breasts for the camera. Mr. B's suggestions have taken hold, inspiring improvization and a genuine desire to be supersexy. A part deep inside her may be in a rebellious agony, but it is powerless against Amy's new giddy slut personality.
"Here is how it's going to work," Edgar continues. "Amy, you are clearly unqualified to run this modelling agency. You will transfer your 100% private ownership it to my son Oscar, which will allow Edgar & Sons to use your models at a discount in our advertising. Understood?"
Amy nods happily. She is driving the dildoes in and out, mugging for the camera.
Mr. B suggests a few more things to Edgar's mind.
"Amy, you are demoted to Company Morale Officer. Minimum wage, I'm afraid, but we'll let you make up for it by working plenty of overtime at the suites, homes, and cottages of your former subordinates."
Amy murmurs in pleasure.
"James, are you in legal?"
"Yes, sir."
"I want you to draw up a contract for Amy. Every employee will suggest a rule. Here's the first one:
1. Amy will obey every command from a coworker."
James gets out a sheet of lined legal paper and starts writing it down.
"Finally, Amy," Edgar says, "Because of your incompetence, every employee here is getting a 5% pay cut. I want you to personally explain this to each employee. They will then get to add a new clause to your contract as Morale Officer, and discipline you as they see fit."
With this, Edgar turns and leaves with Ms. Swift and his sons. They have much to discuss.
Raucous employees start lining up outside the room. The first one enters. |