I had made a sex tape and it was just played for every employee, future client and past.
The tape itself is silent, but you could easily make out me being rammed from behind in the printer room.
You could even make out the man doing the ramming.
When I walked back into that room, I wasn’t sure what I was walking into, but didn’t expect this. The look of shock, disgust and amusement was on everyone's face. But beyond that was the rage written all over Mr. Davis’s face.
I am so fucked!
“You looked me in my face and you lied to me!” Mr. Davis yelled. I could hear the scratching in his throat. “Twice! Maybe even more, am I right?” The owne
