Each woman chaser should have a boss in charge with the qualifications of Daphne Rosen. Red is favourable sufficient to have one. His lack of motivation, his crummy work reports, his wasting of office time on the net and–this is a biggie–his leaving a copy of SCORE mag in his desk have culminated in his being summoned to Miss Rosen’s office. It is rumored this babe keeps a piranha reservoir below a trap door in the floor. That’s how threatening her reputation is at this company.
Has this smooth operator likewise been whacking off to SCORE magazines in the men’s room? The night janitors have complained. What a dope. The Wrath of Khan is nothing compared to the volcanic fury Red is about to face. But the truth is, Miss Rosen deeply cares about her workers, especially when they have a big knob. When she screams at wayward staff, removes her sexy clothes and sticks their ramrods betwixt her bra-clad super-melons, it means this babe wants ’em to succeed. Miss Rosen is intend to do everything she can to motivate this lump into giving her a force lunch hour. Red faces a wild tongue-lashing from the hard-as-nails executive just for starters. Observe that tongue work its motivational magic. All studs in the work place should be so fortunate as to have a stacked supervisor with permanent erotic delirium.