“You are,” Fred grunts, “in a fashion. You’ll get paid as if you were on the clock, but it won’t be for work in the market.”“I’m not a...prostitute,” she says defiantly.“Nobody said you were,” he counters, taking a seat at the edge of his desk. “I am merely offering you compensation for the time you are missing from working and that which you will be missing.”Rebecca drops her defensive barrier she set up a moment ago and steps over to the chair, taking a seat right in front of the man. “It. ‘These nipples need your tongue please.’ Me-2, my inner businessman, suddenly shouted an idea. The person who would decide on whether we got this contract is FEMALE! There is no way you won’t close a deal with her! ‘Wait! Wait!’ I pushed Aleska away but began to caress the breasts of both women. Letting loose the pheromones. ‘I’ll do this, but if we close the deal I get 10% of all the revenues generated.’ Thank you me-2. ‘The wife will like that’ Me-1 chimed in. This deal was for $25 million. Take off your panties? I ordered.?? But Ma’am I’m hand cuffed? With that I swatted her ass really hard and told her ?Bitch, don’t ever tell me you can’t do something!?She just whimpered and started clumbesly to remove her sexy panties. I sat on the recliner chair and smiled evilly. God it’s been a long time I think I said out loud. By this time she was stepping out of her panties. Seeing that she was fully shaved excited me even more. ?Lisa maybe we shouldn’t be doing this? she said. ? Slut,. They both sat down and Spike dictated the routine he wanted followed to get their maintenance and rounds routine back on track. Michele interjected here and there when she thought she had a better idea. She typed away on a Gestetner stencil fed into the typewriter. She put the finished orders onto the drum of the Gestetner copier and cranked the handle producing ten copies of Daily Orders; one each for the recruits, one for PO White and one for the file.When Michele bent over the copier Spike.