I've worked for the XYZ Corporation for eleven years now and even though for eight of those eleven years I have been the highest grossing salesperson ...n the corporation I have never received a promotion. Raises yes, bonuses yes, but promotions no! I've watched as one incompetent after another has moved up the corporate ladder with absolutely nothing going for them except that they play golf and play cards with the right people. But for a woman even playing golf or cards with the right people. There are a few different MILFs, all big-titted hotties a little beyond their starlet years. And there's a constantly changing gaggle of "girls"--all trying to look younger than their actual 18 or 19 years, with varying degrees of success, assisted by pigtails, lollipops, and cheerleader or schoolgirl uniforms. I was a couple months away from being 19, but I looked closer to 15 or 16, so I was natural for the Girlfriend role (Itty-bitty titties rule! Sometimes, anyway.).To save money, they did. He went to his closet and pulled his T-shirt off over his head. With his back to Abby, she could see the muscular triangular shape from his broad shoulders, down to his waist.“Anything particular you want me to wear?” He asked her.“Yeah, me!” She kidded. Brad turned to face her, and her eyes widened. This was the first time she’d seen him with his shirt off, “Holy fuck, Brad!” She exclaimed, standing from his bed and walking over to him. “I’ve never seen you without your shirt before.”“You like. ‘What’s your role in, ah… this evaluation?’ Julie asked. She wanted to know if he was going to be influential in awarding her company any business. If not, well… she would still be polite, but there was no point in kissing his butt. ‘I’m the guy you’ve got to impress,’ he said with a smug grin. ‘The bean counter,’ Greg nodded to one of his companions, ‘just wants to make sure you’re solvent. The QA guy,’ he nodded to another of the party, ‘wants to make sure you know how to fill out paperwork..