When My Boss Pimped Me Out
Anti-Trash Specialist
My boss, Walton Frazier, loves tricking me into wearing tight shirts and having the top three buttons undone before forcing me to entertain the female clients.
Then, he drops hints to said that I'm young and have a great physique, only to wait with bated breath for the clients to start touching me.
His excuse is that he wants to test the clients' characters to see if they really are worthy to work with.
As soon as the clients fall for the trap hook, line, and sinker, Walton will rush out toward them in a righteous manner and slam his wine glass onto the table.
After that, he'll start lecturing me as though I've done something awfully wrong.
"Is there not a prideful bone in your body? Do you want to hit your sales target that badly that you're willing to forsake your pride as a man?"
Walton chooses to trample all over me just so he can build his manly and righteous persona.
This time, he specifically prepares a suit with a deep V-line that's made of light material. Then, he forces me to toast to a client with an extremely rich and powerful background in that suit. He even threatens to dock off three months' worth of perfect attendance pay if I don't do this.
When I notice the familiar cold-looking yet striking face at the main seat, I can't help but smile.
If my older sister, Mable Cobb, were to see me toasting to her in this kind of outfit, I have a feeling she'll clean out the trash for me and make me the boss of this company by tomorrow.