When the company didn’t get the essential contract it was bidding for, Charisma’s boss blamed the failure on the disappointing size of Charisma’s tits.
“If they were bigger,” he said, “we’d have the business. This is your fault, you stupid slut.”
He told her that she had a new task each morning – she was to photocopy her tits on the photocopier, one copy for each man in the office, personally write the words “dumb slut” on each copy, and then hand deliver it to each of her coworkers and ask them if they’d like to slap her stupid boobs for being so small.
The task was effective; she had booked herself for her new implants by the end of the month. She was a bit apprehensive about having tits so huge no-one could mistake her for anything but a whore, but her boss had promised to pay for them out of the first contract that her new fuckmelons won the company…
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