Tonight I Want: A Pretty, Biddable Office Slut To Fluster And Manipulate And Micromanage. You Might Be

Tonight I want: a pretty, biddable office slut to fluster and manipulate and micromanage. You might be smart enough to have landed an internship in my department on your own merits, but your gorgeous face and the way your eyes emptied out each time I assigned you a task are what made me claim you for my team.

Can I bend you over my desk and spank you when I’ve had a frustrating client call? Can I dress you up in thin white button down shirts a size too small after writing filthy, possessive words in sharpie all over your chest? Can I tell you to ‘fetch’ in front of your peers when I am ready for my morning coffee? Do you want everyone we work with to know I own you… that I use you? That you exist at our company solely to be my stress relief and servant and treasured trophy and pet?