My supposed claims of hangover pills affronted his personality. Victorwas a realist. He knew that I did not believe that such a thing existed.Although... he was fascinated by my life story so far, the claim that a pillwould erase the effects of alcohol was ludicrous. He needed to hear thejustification for such an outlandish falsity."I will get to that, Victor. Of course, there is no such thing," hecalmed as I admitted that, yes, I knew."Maybe we should continue another afternoon?" I suggested."No,. I figured this job had to be boring and probably the least likely to require me to make a lot of sexual favors in order to sell anything. I turned out to be pretty wrong about that. My working philosophy was that if the order appeared important enough, I wasn't going to refuse the advances of any client. Even selling paper that meant I ended up giving sexual favors of one kind or another to three different clients in my first week at the company.Dan was of course happy to see that I was doing. I…I…I…,” she stuttered.Vince stalked over to where she stood, grabbed his wallet and cash from her, and pushed her so that her legs bumped into the edge of the mattress, and she ended up sitting on the bed. He kept walking around the bed toward the phone on the night stand, saying “You stay right there. I’m calling the manager…..I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WERE FUCKING STEALING FROM ME.”As he reached for the phone, Amy put a hand on his arm and pleaded, “No, please….don’t do that. I’ll get fired, and. "Lets see what your 'kind of' boyfriend thinks of that!" he said, as he sent the picture message to Dave's number. "Fuck, he will love that!" she thought, "He'll probably text back asking for more!" Marcus threw the phone on to the chair, then grabbed Michelle by the hair, hauling her to her feet, "Get that whore ass to the bedroom slut, we ain't finished with you yet!" he growled, slapping her on the ass. DeShaun was already on the bed with a bottle of wine, stroking his beautiful black cock.