Their Horny Boss Lauren Phillips Needed a BBC to Calm Down

Lauren Phillips stormed into her office, her face a picture of exasperation. “I know I’m a hard boss, but I can’t tolerate slackers in my domain,” she barked, throwing her designer purse onto the plush leather couch. She paced the room, her stilettos clicking ominously on the marble floor. The incident with her employees that morning still had her seething. They had pushed her patience to the brink with their constant tardiness and lack of focus. In her defense, she’d had to resort to yelling to get their attention, because, as she so bluntly put it, “they wouldn’t listen otherwise.”

The young, testosterone-fueled team was still adjusting to having a strong, assertive woman in charge, and Lauren had taken the reins with a firm hand, even if it meant alienating a few of them. However, she might have overstepped a boundary when she found her workspace transformed into an adults-only playground. By the time she clocked out, her clothes were soaked with mysterious liquids, her crisp silk shirt askew, and phallic graffiti plastered across the walls and furniture. The sheer volume of genitalia on display had left Lauren with a strange, tingling sensation between her thighs, much to her mortification.

Rounding up her last remaining energy, she made her way to her assistant’s office, her heels echoing in the empty hallway. “I need a drink. And some advice,” she croaked, collapsing onto the couch in his office. Her sallow skin and bloodshot eyes betrayed her ongoing struggle to process the day’s events. As she awaited his response, a wicked plan began to take shape in her mind, fueled by a potent cocktail of anger, humiliation, and an insatiable curiosity about the anatomy of her male underlings. She stood up, her voice dripping with resolve. “For starters, forget what happened today. But there’s one condition: pull down those pants and show me what you’re packing.” She felt a thrill run through her, despite her attempts to hide it. Maybe, just maybe, getting even wouldn’t be so bad after all…