You own a business, your secretary is Karina Hart and you're in deep shit. She can't type worth a lick, she doesn't even know shorthand, but she's super-stacked and she always comes to work wearing tight tops that reveal miles of cleavage. This is no way to run a business, but what are you gonna do, fire her? Are you out of your mind? Because as a great boss once said, "You can teach 'em how to type. You can teach 'em shorthand. But you can't teach tits." And that's exactly right. So, payday comes, and you think it might finally be time to let her go. Give her the ol' pink slip. You call her into your office. "Ms. Hart," you say. "Yes?" she purrs, leaning forward to give you a view deep into her impressive qualifications. You think about it for a few seconds. You realize that secretaries like Karina are one in a million. Your cock is hard. Your brain is going soft. Two heads are battling. Guess which one wins?
