Their mother Beth had seemingly had enough of her daughters' floundering ways. It had been nearly six months since they graduated high school and they still didn't have jobs, nor were they seriously looking. Beth had always preached college, and their futures, but they seemed content on living large, off of their parent's bank account that their parents had worked so hard to build.

Beth decided that she had finally had enough, of the charity cases that her 18 and 19-year-old daughters had become, while reading her last credit card statement.

"You do what I say or else!" Beth warned her daughters' after another lengthy spiel about responsibility. She had also just informed them that they would do something for Christmas this year that would raise money for the (Feed the Hunger Program,) that was near and dear to her heart. The proud Bank President knew all weren't as fortunate, as her family, and she felt like it was time her daughters' learned that.

After their mother departed, the girls sat on the living room couch, sulking. They were more than a little perturbed at their mother's sudden request. They couldn't believe that their mother wanted them to be elves, for a Christmas special, at some record store. They also felt like their mother was serious in her threat to cut them off, if they did not.

Back in his record store office, Bob Stanley hung up the phone with glee. He had just finished his conversation with Beth, who finished it, by confirming that her daughters' were indeed on their way.

"Oh this is gunna be one fine Christmas after all," Bob said, an evil Grinch-like smile on his face. Mr. Stanley was their next-door neighbor and had been watching the Johnson girls grow up, for the last ten years, from a far. Watching them blossom into womanhood and Bob couldn't wait to see just how much they blossomed, up close.

The girls, dressed in sweatshirts and jeans, keys in hand, made their way to the parents SUV, which they had seemingly claimed as their own. As always, they were arguing about whom was driving.

"I still can't believe she's making us do this!" Daisy, the younger of the duo, moaned, winning the driving argument.

"No Shit, Fucking Elves, for some Cock-Sucking Santa, like we're little fucking kids!" The older Felicia, who had a mouth on her, that would make a sailor blush, barked out. She was also a little pissed that her sister was driving HER SUV.

As they drove, Daisy reminded Felicia about the last time they were in Bob's Record Store, which was hosting the Christmas special, this year. Felicia however, remembered all to well the outfits the sales girls' had to wear, no more than white short skirts with white bikini tops, and high heels.

"Oh yah and remember their fucking tops?" Felicia cried.

Daisy just nodded, she remembered that they all had the storeowner's name on them (Bobs,) which Daisy thought was funny at the time, because of what you get if you add an extra O. What she didn't find funny was that their tops were made of a fine thin material, and their nipples could clearly be seen. It was no wonder Bob's Records was one of the leading sellers of CD's, in a shrinking market.

Pulling into the parking lot, it was tough for Daisy to find a space, as Bob's was packed yet again. Finally finding one out back, they brushed their blonde hair and touched up their make up, before walking into the store. They just shook their heads at the two sales girls behind the counter, and the ones wondering about. Daisy wondered how they could stand the stares from the mostly teenage boys, who flooded the store. While Felicia just called them all whores, under her breath.

A busty blonde sales girl named Wendy, greeted them and led them to Bob's office, at the back of the store. Bob, who was talking on the phone, waved them in, as his eyes lit up, at first site. The girls made their way in, and stood awkwardly, in front of his desk, as there weren't any chairs for them to sit in.

While Bob chatted away, their eyes scanned the room, it seemed to be a combination locker room, work office. There were lockers to the right and a bathroom to the left, complete with an open shower area and two stalls. There were also two sinks with matching makeup mirrors.

"Hi girls, glad you could make it," Bob said hanging up the phone. "Your mom said you were to be elves for my Christmas special, no?"

The girls' just nodded, as they were still getting adjusted to the strange environment, as his office wasn't what they expected.

"Ah very good, you should make fine elves," Bob said trying to contain his libido. "And then maybe you come work for me. Your mom says you need jobs, no?"

This time only Daisy offered a nod.

"That's good I'm always looking for some Hotties like yourselves." Bob teased. "Good for business yah see."

"Yah, but were not interested!" Felicia quickly snapped, as she hated pet names, but more it was the way he was looking at them. Like he always did. Seemingly undressing them with his eyes. Felicia just gave him the dirtiest of looks as she thought. "Like we would ever be interested in a middle aged, slightly balding, penisally challenged man."

"Not interested in a job eh?" Bob moaned. "Did I mention the job starts at 15 bucks an hour?"

"Really?" Daisy snapped, her sister quickly elbowing her. "Hey!"

"Well think about it," Bob said just as the office door opened. "You're late Amber."

The girls' turned to see a young woman enter the office, they quickly noticed she was tall and blonde, which seemed to be the profile around here. The girls' watched and gasped, when the woman moved in front of a locker and started to unbutton her blouse.

"What's she doing?" Daisy whispered to Bob.

"Changing for work," Bob said, rather matter-of-factly.

"Right fucking here?" Felicia chirped.

"Yah, this is the only office, so we all share it." Bob said, a quick sly smile escaping.

"But doesn't she see us?" Daisy again whispered.

"Yah, but this is where I interview all my girls'," Bob said, shrugging his shoulders. "They get used to it."

"But you, you're a guy!" Felicia spat.

"Oh Wow, and your mother said you weren't that good in school!" Bob said rather smartly, and Felicia gave him a dirty look in return.

"What she doing now?" Daisy asked, as the woman passed behind them, and before Felicia could respond verbally to Bob's quip.

"Showering, all the girls' do that, like'em smelling good when they're at work. Plus the wet look is in right now," Bob said proudly.

"Yah but," Daisy moaned, the woman seemingly oblivious to their stares.

"Yah but I need yah to fill out these forms, for the elves gig." Bob said, interrupting Daisy.

"What are these fucking for?" Felicia shot.

"Insurance purposes, and watch that tongue!" Bob snapped.

Pens in hand, the girls' started to fill out the paper work. Felicia couldn't help but notice that Bob had turned his attention to the showering girl, who had shut off the water and was now soaping her body, from head to toe.

"Oh, ah just checking out her boob job, paid for it myself," Bob mumbled when Felicia flashed him a dirty look again, when their eyes met. "Back to your paperwork."

Daisy, handing her paperwork to Bob whispered, "Oh man what's she doing now?"

"Body oil, keeps yah skin soft, smells good too. Each girl even likes to pick out her own scent." Bob said with pride, as he watched the woman's seductive actions.

The woman, her body glowing, moved over to the make up table. Six eye balls moving with her, until Bob gave the girls, who were both still amazed at what they were witnessing, more paperwork to fill out. "For the charity," he explained.

The blonde woman moved back over to her locker and began putting on her uniform, as the girls' finished up their paperwork.

"Girls, this is Amber," Bob said, introducing the women when she finished dressing.

"Nice to meet yah. You here for a job interview?" The glowing, wet slicked back haired, Amber asked.

"No, for the Christmas Special Charity thing," Felicia nervously snapped.

"Oh that, oh well, but my you two ought to raise a few bucks," Amber said looking over the girls, before turning to Bob. "Sorry I'm late boss, my car battery died."

"Yah that happens," Bob moaned, which surprised Daisy, who was thinking of how understanding of a boss, he was.

"Do you want to take your punishment now or later?" Bob asked.

"Ah I guess now, lets get it over with," Amber mumbled after giving it some thought, while the girls' just looked on perplexed. Daisy had a strange feeling she might be wrong about Bob's bossing skills after all.

"Ok, then assume the punishment position," Bob barked out, as he rose from his seat. Daisy knew she was wrong now.

The girls' watched in stunned silence, as Amber moved over to the side of Bob's desk and flipped up her tight skirt, around her waist. Their eye's widened, as she leaned forward, placing her elbows on the desk, resting her chin in her hands, all while her back arched. A small gasp slipped from Daisy's lips, at the woman's lewd position, while Felicia stood hand on mouth, heart racing.

"No need to be frightened girls, call me old fashion but I believe Corporal Punishment works the best." Bob said, as he moved behind Amber. "A little lickin for this kitten and she might be on time, next time."

The girls' looked at each other, as if their ears were playing tricks on them, and then their eyes, as they watched Bob slowly pull Amber's panties down to her knees, even though she only wearing a small thong.

"Ready Amber?" Bob said, while moving to her side. He patted her naked ass cheek, while Amber instinctively responded by arching her back even more, just before Bob's hand came slicing through the air, landing on its target with a stinging slap, which caused all three of the girls' to shudder. Bob's hand lingered on Amber's left ass check, as he softened the stinging blow, with soft circles. Four more blows followed in quick secession, as the girls' watched helplessly.

Finally Bob pulled up Amber's panties, but not before he checked out his handy work, which left Amber's left ass check with a soft pink glow. "Off you go, have a good shift."

"Thank you Boss," Amber mumbled, pulling down her skirt, as she walked past the other girls, head hung low.

"What the fuck was that?" Felicia whispered into her sister's ear. "And what the fuck are those," she said this time a little louder, her eyes spotting the two video cameras behind them, hung high, in the far corners.

"Those," Bob said hearing her last question. "Those are surveillance cameras, as we count money in this office...Wanna see?"

Bob rolled his chair over and opened the doors, to the large cabinet, next to his desk. He loved showing off his security system that he spent so much on and spent so much time watching

"See there you are," Bob teased, pointing to the screens.

"Wow," was all Daisy could moan to her sister, as she spotted the bank of TV monitors.

Bob explained that two of the screens were of his office and there were six for the store's interior and two for the exterior. What surprised Daisy the most was the fact that the monitors weren't in black in white, but in living color.

What surprised Felicia the most, was the stunning display that they just witnessed, was captured on tape. What Bob didn't tell the girls was that there were two hidden camera's, one in the top of a fake locker, and the other in the wall clock that hung over his desk.

"But the girls' frigging change in here as well!" Felicia snapped, as she couldn't hold it in anymore. "You tape them changing?"

"Yah, it helps prevent thievery, if the money is right at the end of the night, and if nothing happens, we just tape over the tapes." Bob said, of which only the five first words were true.

"But still, I mean they shower too. Like that blonde chick just did!" Felicia barked. "And then that spanking thing."

"It's like I said before, plus no one sees the tapes, if there isn't a problem, but me," Bob said knowing he was going to hell anyways, so what was one more lie. In truth, Bob had made a pretty penny selling his little tapes in the Far East, were there is quite the market for voyeur tapes of American Women. Of course he kept a copy for himself and his buddies to enjoy, but he selfishly kept the two hidden camera tapes, all to himself.

"So you have, like, seen ever girl that has ever worked here, you know?" Daisy embarrassingly tried to ask.

"Naked! Yah I guess so, at one time or another," Bob said proudly. "And almost every girl that has applied here as well."

"What the?" Both girls' managed.

"Yah it's part of the job interview. I have to see how they look in my special uniform, as I have a reputation to uphold." Bob said, patting himself on the back.

"So you have them, what change in front of you?" Felicia hissed.

"You make it sound dirty; it's like I said, this is the only office that's all," Bob said a little flustered.

"Yah but still, that's so..." Felecia started.

"It's simple, my store, my rules, it not that big of a deal anyways," Bob said, not really believing the last part of it himself.

"I just can't believe they would do that, don't they have any pride?" Felicia snapped.

"Pride? I am sure many of them are very proud of how they look," Bob said, but followed with. "Ok honestly, some just need a good job and I provide that and more."

"Still," Felicia moaned.

"Look this isn't high school anymore Sweetie...This is the real world, and I think it's time for you to grow up, and stop sucking on your Momma's Tit!" Bob snapped.

"Fuck you, you perverted, fucking cock-sucking,"

"Stop it you ass!" Daisy cried, slapping the back of Felicia's head, interrupting her tirade. "He's right, grow up."

"All right break it up, or get out!" Bob barked, ignoring Felicia's one fingered response.

"Look your Mother said you were up for this, but I think you two should go apply at McDonalds or something, this gig takes a set," Bob hissed.

"We're sorry really," Daisy moaned. "I mean we really wanna help out the hungry."

Bob figured it was best to stall a few minutes now, so he made a meaningless phone call, giving a few minutes to let Felicia's blood pressure cool.

"Are you both ready to continue?" Bob asked, after he talked to his dog Spot, on his home answering machine. It took a couple of minutes for both of them, to finally agree.

"Ok, but I know were going to have a Hissy fit again, but I have your elves costumes right here and I have to see if they fit and everything," Bob said, sarcasm dripping off his words.

"Oh yah, well give them to us and we'll call yah from home and let yah now," Felicia answered rather wisely and Daisy quickly moaned. "Yah that sounds good."

"Can't, I have a couple of other girls coming in later, just in case," he lied. "Now let's just try these on."

The girls' watched as he put two small plastic bags, that held the elf uniforms, on his desk. Bob leaned back in his office chair and matched the girls' poses, by folding his arms across his chest too, before he barked. "Now take off your clothes."

"What?" The girls' screamed simultaneously.

"You heard me!" Bob barked, snapping forward, slamming a fist into the table. "Get naked!"

"But..."

"No buts, I have to personally make sure everything fits!" Bob barked louder then their pleas, as he was used to this part.

"C'mon Bob," the girls' moaned.

"And I have to check out the merchandise, I mean see how you look in them, your costume that is." Bob said a bit flustered, as his mind already pictured them in the buff.

"C'mon lets get the fuck out of here Daisy," Felicia snapped, as she tugged on her sister's sweatshirt. "I'm sure when we tell mom about our scummy neighbor's request, she will understand."

"You're forgetting one thing," Daisy said, turning to her sister, her voice trembling. "Mom was one of the elves last year."

"Yah she was," Bob quickly said, his mind rushing back to when their very mother stood, in their very steps. His golfing buddy and next-door neighbors wife. The proud Ivory League Graduate, stripping to the skin. All in the name of charity, all in front of Bob's hungry eyes. Bob almost shook with excitement, as he remembered the good fight she also put up, before her fancy panties hit the floor. It's also one of his favorite tapes to watch.

"But there's no way she..." Felicia finally moaned. "I mean why would she send us if she knew?"

"Maybe she is trying to teach us a lesson or something?" Daisy moaned.

"Maybe she's a Cunt!" Felicia barely finished her vulgar comment, when Daisy's slap found its mark across her face.

"She's our mom, You Retard!" Daisy snapped and then grabbed one of the plastic bags that were on the desk, as a dazed Felicia rubbed her cheek.

"What the fuck are you doing?" A still stunned Felicia moaned, watching her sister through glassy eyes.

"Trying on the costume. What's it look like?" Daisy mumbled, lifting her sweatshirt over her head, then tossing the other bag at Felicia. "Miss Gutter-Mouth, is a Little Sissy after all."

"No Sa," Felicia mumbled, watching her sister slipping off her jeans next. Bob also watched, stone-faced, but oh how his insides turned.

Felicia slowly moved next to her sister, who was now standing in front of Bob's desk. Dressed only in a white half-shirt and white cotton panties. Her hands on hips, while glaring at Felicia.

Felicia looked at Bob, and then her sister and then at the monitors. Debating what to do and which way to turn. She also hid a little secret behind her tough exterior. Human eyes had never gazed upon her naked body, since she hit womanhood. Not male, not female, not even her sister, as they each had their own bedroom.

Oh she had spent many a night, staring at her new body's reflection though. Wondering why god had made her breasts so big? Her nipples so puffy? She also wondered why he would make her hips flare, her ass so prominent? Oh how she yearned to be little again, when things were easier, life simpler. So much so that she hid her womanly curves under large clothing, even trying to cheat Father-Time, by shaving off all of her light pubic hair.

"Felicia where did yah go?" Daisy said snapping her fingers, breaking Felicia's storybook like trance. "I mean help me out here."

Felicia understood her sister's plea, as they locked eyes. Taking a deep breath, she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. "Can't yah just turn around or something," Felicia said turning to Bob, who just crossed his arms, as he had waited too long to avert his eyes now.

With a frown, Felicia turned to face her sister again and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, her blue sports bra coming into view. "At least she's family," she thought. After removing her boots, she again faced her sister and slipped off her jeans.

"See that wasn't so hard," Daisy whispered, trying not to laugh at her sister's large white, granny like panties.

"If you only knew?" Felicia thought, as she trembled with embarrassment. Bob, thinking how much he enjoyed his job, hid a wide smile, yet there was still work to be done.

Daisy emptied her bag onto Bob's desk, examining her costume next. "Not much here," she mumbled, her sister following suit.

"Oh I almost forgot," Bob said, opening his desk draw. "Your panties."

Bob rose from his seat and approached the girls, who were a little uneasy with his closeness, now. He handed them each a small package.

"These are our panties?" Daisy moaned, at the small package.

"Yah, can't have yah wearing last year's elf's panties, now can we?" Bob asked with a chuckle, as he leaned against the front of his desk, settling in between the two girls.

"No way?" Felicia snapped, as she saw her sister hold them up first, before taking hers out.

"They're kind of small Bob!" Daisy moaned.

"Well try'em on, lets see," Bob said with glee. "Yes lets see if we are naturals, just like mom!" He quickly thought.

"You're kidding right?" Daisy moaned and her sister followed with a few F bombs included.

"Lets go, I haven't gut all day," Bob snapped, as if he was growing impatient. He just had to see the treasures that they were hiding.

"Wait turn off the cameras, and I will," Daisy moaned and her sister followed. "Oh yah turn those fucking things the fuck off."

"No can do, there on timers," Bob said figuring they didn't have a clue about technology, and he added crossing his fingers. "No one will see them."

"Oh man," Daisy said turning her back to the cameras. She filled her chest with air before she started to slide her cotton panties down her legs, her sister begging her to stop. "Just do it," she countered.

When Daisy stood up, to change pairs, Bob's eyes lit up. Natural blondes always did that to him, as did the deep pink flesh that it did little to hide, especially when Daisy stepped into her new panties. Bob was even more delighted at his little green, mesh, thong panty selection now. Delight into delirious, when his new elf even followed his twirling finger motion with her body, without a peep.

"Not bad," Bob moaned, in one of the poorest choices of words ever.

"Let's try on the top." Bob said, ignoring the statuesque like Felicia's death ray of a glare, when he turned to her.

"What about my skirt?" Daisy moaned, still felling naked.

"Well that's easy," Bob said, as he lifted the skirt from the desk.

"Velcro," he purred, as he reached around a surprised Daisy's waist and squeezed the sides together.

"Terrific," Daisy moaned, as she felt like this skirt was even smaller then the ones the sales girls wore.

"And now the top," Bob said trying to contain his excitement. He just loved seeing a new pair of tits for the first time. "It's a little tricky, so I'll help."

"I think I can manage," Daisy moaned.

"We wouldn't want to ruin it," Bob said as he picked up the top. "Just take off that shirt and I'll show yah, and if yah wearing a bra, lose that too."

"Now hold on just a sec buddy," Felicia screamed, grabbing the top out of his hands. "No way, this thing is like see-through. See Sis. No way, not in front of kids!"

"Kids!" Bob said with a laugh. "Nonsense this is an adult's only Christmas special, it's held upstairs after hours. You buy a CD, you get a picture with Santa and his Elves for a buck. I already have elves for the kid's party. Didn't your mother tell yah?"

"No," Felicia snapped. "A buck?"

"Well it still raises money for the hungry," Bob said reclaiming the top. "Even more than the kids one in fact."

"Pictures?" Felicia moaned.

"So where were we?" Bob asked, as if he didn't know.

"Well if it's for a good cause," Daisy moaned, lifting her top over her head, just as Felicia was going to argue more. Bob instantly devouring Daisy's large breasts, topped with ever so slightly, puffy pink nipples, so her pleas would've fallen on deaf ears anyways.

"Ok this is how this goes," Bob said, as he slipped Daisy's arm into one sleeve of the mesh top and then the next, watching her breasts jingle and jangle.

"And we tie these like this," Bob said, as he moved behind Daisy, tying it tight behind her neck.

Grabbing the two remaining pieces dangling in front. "And then it ties in the front like this," Bob moaned, as he slid the material and his hands over her breasts and tied it in a bow.

Daisy squirmed away from his lingering hands. "Right I see now."

"What are we Fucking Porno Elves?" Felicia shot, as noticed her sister's nipples could still be seen under the thin stretched material.

"Sexy Elves," Bob purred and he was right. Daisy was one of the sexiest yet. Oh how Bob yearned to slide down her chimney.

"Slutty Elves is more like it!" Felicia snapped when Bob had Daisy put her heeled boots back on and practice picking up gifts from the floor. Felicia gasping, as her sister's short skirt was doing little to conceal her bare ass cheeks.

"It's a fine line," Bob oozed, admiring the view.

"Oh yah Fuck-Nuts! If there's a line, you fucking crossed that a long time ago mister!" Felicia screamed.

"Get out of my office right this instant!" Bob shouted. "No one talks to me like that in my store!"

"She's sorry," Daisy moaned, stepping in-between the two.

"Fuck that I am!" Felicia snapped. "I'm out of here."

Felicia fumingly bent down and started to pull on her jeans.

"You forgot one thing smart-ass," Daisy snapped. "I have the car keys."

"Give them to me, you fucking bitch!" Felicia screamed, as she tried to grab her sister, but with her jeans still wrapped around her knees, she quickly crashed to the floor. Bob quickly hopped up on the desk, instinctively knowing enough to get out of the way.

"Not a chance, if I have a living breath in me!" Daisy cried, jumping on top of Felicia, flailing away with blows to the sides of Felicia's head, who was deflecting most of them with her arms.

"No We Are Doing This!" Daisy screamed. "For once we are going to listen to mom, and it's only for one night, and it's for a good cause, and a million other reasons!"

"Yah like what?" Felicia asked, as the blows stopped.

"Oh like for starters," Daisy said, as she flipped her sister over and sat on her lower back. "It's always been you and me. I even think you stayed back on purpose, so we'd be in the same grade, and you've caused me grief ever since."

Bob watched in stunned horny silence, as Daisy unsnapped Felicia's sports bra, then struggled to get it free from the protesting girl.

"Like when you got us kicked out of Brownies," Daisy hissed as she finally won the tug of war for her sister's bra and tossed it on the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes, now strewn about. "Oh and then there was band, then softball and let's not forget I couldn't date until you did. Well we know how that went."

Daisy suddenly spun around and smacked Felicia on the ass, "no it's time I do something mom and dad should have done a long time ago."

Daisy grabbed Felicia's underwear and pulled it down to her knees, but not with out a struggle, as her sister struggle mightily to prevent it. The sounds off tearing fabric filling the room, before it was replaced with the sound of a quick slap finding flesh.

"Please no, not this! Not here and not in front of him!" Felicia cried, as a second slap made her ass cheek quiver.

"Please in case you haven't noticed Bob's a bit of a pervert and I don't think he will mind," Daisy said, giving Bob a dirty look. Bob was helpless to respond, as he was doing his best to hide his erection with his hands.

"Plus he gave me the idea in the first place," moaned Daisy, whose tight top had slid up over her breasts. She continued her spanking, until both of Felicia's ass cheeks glowed with her handprints. Bob simply watching, loving every ass smacking blow.

"Now get up and try on your costume, and stop crying you pussy." Daisy teased, as she pulled Felicia to her feet. "Put these on first."

"Why are you doing this?" Felicia pleaded. "Why now?"

"Just put them on." Daisy snapped, while fixing her top.

"But I'll be naked, I mean he's already staring at my boobs, our boobs," Felicia said with a sniffle.

"Yah I guess he's a boob guy, but in-case you haven't noticed, we have big boobs, they run in our family, so get use to it." Daisy said teasingly.

Felicia, with a tear in her eye, finally pulled her torn panties all the way down. Suddenly, she remembered that she was shaved bald. Strangely, she thought, neither of them said a word or made fun of her. Although they were snickering at her, don't look at me I'm naked, pose.

Felicia quickly slid on her new panties, still giving Bob an eye full in the process. The skirt was next, the Velcro barely making it around her hips. Daisy helped with her top next, which seemed even tighter than her own. It left Felicia's puffy nipples on full display. Felicia finished by slipping her boots back on.

"Yah happy now Bob?" Daisy asked, standing by her humiliated sister, whose face now matched her ass, in the puffy and red category. "We got the gig?"

Bob could only nod. He had seen a lot in his days, but nothing had prepared him for the Johnston girls' performance. He watched as they threw on their sweatshirts, over their costumes, and headed for the door, jeans in hand.

"See yah Saturday night Bob. We'll call for the time," Daisy said, as she held her sobbing sister in her arm. "Oh and Bob, now you can do something with that LITTLE problem in your pants," she added with a laugh, slamming the door behind them.

Bob sat in stunned silence for several minutes, before a wide grin came over his face, as he turned to the TV monitors. He felt their tape would surely get him a few extra dollars, after it was edited, and sold over seas.

He also knew that the Johnson sisters would be raising quite a few dollars at this year's Christmas Special, among other things. Bob smiled devilishly as he pictured them selling tapes of their little performance, there as well. The distracted girls had unwillingly signed their model release forms, now locked away in his desk.

"Still here?" He moaned, looking down at his tented pants. "Now to take care of my little problem... Wait Little Problem! Ah that bitch!"

Bob quickly undid his belt and pants, offering his apologies. "Now who wanted Saturday night off, oh yes Wendy, she will do just fine," he said, before calling her name into the intercom system.

"Well Daisy my girl, we shall see who gets the last laugh." Bob said with evil laughter, until there was a knock on his door.

"You wanted to see me boss?" A young blonde woman, who had only been working there a couple of weeks, asked, peeking in the door.

"Yes Wendy come in." Bob oozed and that's exactly what he intended on doing. "Ah, about Saturday night."

The End