What started off as a Monday morale booster slowly engulfed the whole work week. Now the break room table overflowed with freshly baked donuts each morning. This suited Carmen just fine.
Of course she wasn't naive; she knew that these feasts of fried dough and frosting were primarily placed to pad her prodigious posterior and change her chest from average to awe inspiring. Carmen ate with gusto anyway. She thrived on the attention her increased assets brought her. And she prospered as well. In a year she went from a scrawny, underpaid intern to being a salaried employee who had her own corner office.
That's where she was headed now, with a box or two of glazed goodies tucked under her wobbling bosom. She didn't mind being ogled, but she did desire privacy when devouring her daily double-dozen donuts. Her eating habits had grown embarrassingly overenthusiastic as of late, and she didn't feel like pigging out in front of an audience.
Besides, she had work to do. She landed a position on the executive board that was initially supposed to be purely decorative, yet she had deftly leveraged her way into policy making. Not only that, but she had a knack for it. Profits were up 23% last quarter at a time when their competition was close to bankruptcy. She sat down to think of ways of gaining even more market share.
A company flush with cash could afford plenty of sugary snacks to keep their workers fat and happy.
Woot,buddy....your talent never ceased to inspire me,so i'll keep this breif: Live out your life,and stop by every now and then. Also,all your recent work,and past are all my favorites,so an achievement for that. So...y'now...keep this up if you really enjoy this,cause i do :)
Almost forgot....your "hour-glass" girl's are even more amasing than just "your" BE :3 so it's treat yes :D. And the way the market is for the usa...this problably makes this story much more believable either way...
Of course she wasn't naive; she knew that these feasts of fried dough and frosting were primarily placed to pad her prodigious posterior and change her chest from average to awe inspiring. Carmen ate with gusto anyway. She thrived on the attention her increased assets brought her. And she prospered as well. In a year she went from a scrawny, underpaid intern to being a salaried employee who had her own corner office.
That's where she was headed now, with a box or two of glazed goodies tucked under her wobbling bosom. She didn't mind being ogled, but she did desire privacy when devouring her daily double-dozen donuts. Her eating habits had grown embarrassingly overenthusiastic as of late, and she didn't feel like pigging out in front of an audience.
Besides, she had work to do. She landed a position on the executive board that was initially supposed to be purely decorative, yet she had deftly leveraged her way into policy making. Not only that, but she had a knack for it. Profits were up 23% last quarter at a time when their competition was close to bankruptcy. She sat down to think of ways of gaining even more market share.
A company flush with cash could afford plenty of sugary snacks to keep their workers fat and happy.