You flip the pages until you reach the letter P. Yes, there she is! The woman of, maybe not your dreams but never the less, countless erections.
"Perry, Kate – singer and artist".
You're not really into her music. Actually you can't even name any of her songs. Except that one about kissing a girl, but you can't remember anything about it other than it sucked. But you know she's got a killer set of D-cup tits that she loves to show off in skimpy outfits.
But from what you've seen on television and read about her she seems like a fun and crazy girl to hang out with. Or, well, maybe not. She seems a little goofy just for the sake of goofiness. She probably spends her spare time YouTube-ing kittens and gluing glitter to weird birthday cards. Isn't she's more of a collection of gimmicks than a real artist? But when one of the gimmicks is squashing a huge pair of knockers into a tiny latex dress, who cares?
And oh, she's married to that annoying and homeless-looking limey comedian Russel Brand. And together they form a fucking supernova of annoyance. Oh well, huge tits!!
"I've made my decision," you tell your new employer. "I want to f... uhm, work for Katy Perry".
"Excellent choice! Katy is such a talanted artist and she is so much fun. And now is such a exciting time to be around Katy as her career is absolutely skyrocketing!"
Miss Jennings gives you a contract to sign and then picks up tiny headset to make a phonecall. After a few minutes of humming and hawing she hangs up and turns to you.
"Well, if it isn't your lucky day! Katy is vacationing in the Bahamas," she smiles. "I know you must be eager to get started. I'll call a car to get you to the airport immediately!" |