Speaker 1: Welcome to the Dear Nikki after Dark pat podcast, the
podcast where we dive deep into your juiciest confessions, explore
the wild side of desire, and keep it all between us.
I'm your host, Nikki, and today we're talking about power
plays in the workplace that spill over into the sheets.
We've got stories of bosses who demand more than overtime,
employees who deliver, and the promotions that come with a
sigh of satisfaction. Buckle up, it's always going to stee
me right here. We're going to dive into some three
short teasers just let you know what you're in for.
A dinner with the boss turns up into a late
night invitation, see through night dress and a promotion sealed
with more than a handshake. Training with plugs all week
leads to a night of total surrender where every hole
is claimed and the soreness is worth a smile and
a pantry quickie. During dinner with a ibbey nearby secures
a raise and a bonus, all while keeping the secret
sauce under wraps. Did that get your attention good? Here's
tonight's after Dark question. Have you ever used your body
or charm to get ahead? At work or has someone
tried it on you? For those that are listening, hit
me in your thoughts, what the wildness negotiation is? Or
how far would you go for that corner office? And
to keep your mind fun filthy as always, here's a riddle.
I get bigger the more you touch me, yet disappear
if you squeeze too hard. What am I? And of
course the answer is right after the show? You know
what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax.
Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki, I literally can't say no to
my boss. She's thirty three, sharp, comminent, and way too
gorgeous for a workplace that already stresses me out. It
started innocent enough. She invited me to dinner. Sounded super formal,
like let's discuss your performance thing. So I went in
expecting shop talk over steak. We had drinks, good food,
laughed about work stuff the normal boss employee vibes. Then
she casually mentions her driver can't pick her up, ask
if I can drop her off at home? Of course
I said yes, who says no to the boss. We
get to her place and she invites me in for
one quick drink single mault whiskey. A few poors later
and I'm way too buzzed to drive safely, so I
decided to wait it out till I sober up a bit.
That's when she changes into this thin night dress. God,
the way it clung to her curbs. I could clearly
see her nipples pressing against the fabric. I tried not
to stare, but it was already hard and the alcohol
was not helping. She caught me looking at her cleavage
and just smiled, didn't say a word. I excused myself
to the bathroom to calm down and my dick down,
but accidentally turned on the shower and got soaked. I
asked for a towel and she brought me one, and
there I was, bare chested, wrapped in a low around
my waist in an erection that was impossible to hard.
She straight up asked me why I was so hard,
I'm blurted out, because of your perking nipples. She laughed
this low, sexy laugh, then slid the straps off her shoulders.
Her tits spilled out full juicy, perfect there, she said,
now you've seen them, they won't bother you anymore. That
did the opposite. My dick literally popped out from under
the towel. Before I could react. Her hand was on me, grabbing,
squeezing my balls, stroking slow and firm. I couldn't hold back.
I latched onto those tits, sucking, biting gently, and losing
my mind. Things escalated fast. I peeled off her panties.
She was already dripping wet. I teased her, passing with
the head of my cock, slapping it against her until
she was squirting. She whispered something about filthy, about a deal,
fuck me until I can't come. I'll make sure you
get that promotion you've been chasing. I didn't need to
be told twice. I slid inside her so easily, and
then I just went for hard, deep, relentless. She was
shaking legs, trembling uncontrollably, moaning my name, until she came
so hard her whole body locked up. I pulled out
and finished on her tits, painting them just like in
every dirty fantasy I'd ever had about her. And yesterday
I got the promotion letter of my inbox. Thank you, boss,
I guess I can't really say no to you, and
honestly I don't want to. What have I gotten myself into?
This isn't signed, but sounds like did the I want
to know did the promotion come with any strings attached
beyond the bedroom? Like did she? Did you have to
keep bucking her or go back for like thirds or fourth?
Or was it a one time thing that helped everything out?
And for those that are listening, have you ever blurred
the lines with the superior and did it pay off
or blow up? You know the drill. If you're listening
post recording, you can always email me at Nikki and
I kick a y at dear nikki dot com or
anonymously on the website Atdearnigki dot com under the confession's tab.
And if you're listening live, drop it in the show,
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Dear Nikki. I need to confess something filthy because it's
all I can think about lately. I'm deep into my
slutty phase and my boss has completely claimed me. I'm
basically his free to use blowjob bimbo. At this point,
we fuck whenever or wherever he wants. But last week
he looked me dead in the eye and said he
was taking my ass next. No negotiation, just a statement.
And since then I've been wearing plugs every single day,
stretching and training myself for him, like the obedient little
toy I've become. Last night he finally split me up.
I went straight to his huge house after work, let
myself in with the key gave me, and changed to
the loon new lingerie he left out on the entry table,
black lace, crotchless, barely there straps that made me feel
like expensive porn. I walked into the living room and
there he was, lounging on the couch like a king.
He didn't even say hello, just stabbed his fingers once
and pointed to the floor between his legs. I dropped
to my knees instantly, my god given position, and took
him in my mouth, sloppy, messy the way he likes it,
spit running down my chin, gagging just enough to make
my eyes water. He kept telling me what a sexy
little slut I was for worshiping him. Then he pulled
out and smeared his wet cock all over my face,
ruining my makeup. On purpose, lipsticked streak to cosmic cheeks,
bescare running. I looked wrecked, and I loved it. Without
a word, he stood up, grabbed both my ass, shakes
hard enough to leave marks, kissed me deep and dirty,
then carried me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing.
He laid me face down on his bed and yanked
the plug out slowly and growled, all your hauls are
mine now. He looped his thick cock and pressed a
head against my ass and started pushing in. I braced
myself for pain, but it didn't hurt like I expected.
The plugs had done their job. He went slow at first,
letting me adjust, whispering how good I was taking him.
Then he felt me relax, and that was it. Came over.
He picked up the speed, deep sturdy thrust that turned
into a full lawn pounding. It felt so fucking good.
I started coming almost immediately, shaking, moaning like an animal,
sounds I didn't even know I could make. He degraded
me the whole time. That's it. Take it like the
anal slut you are. This ass belongs to me now,
and even filthier words made me clench harder around him.
When he finally came. He buried himself balls deep and
flooded my ass with come. I could feel every pulse.
He didn't pull out right away, just stayed inside me,
softening while he caught his breath. Then he fucked me
two more times after that, once on my back with
my legs over my shoulders, once from behind while he
spanked me red. Each load went straight up my ass.
I'm sore to day, and I'm already craving it again,
like aching for it, touching myself thinking about craving it.
I think I'm officially an anal slept bimbo now, And honestly,
I've never been prouder. My boss owns every hole and
I'm so fucky happy about it. What the hell's he
turned me into? Still leaking has come and smiling like
an idiot? Well, hello guys, hirae he mars oh and
for holay, Hello, how's everybody tonight? Did you guys how
I didn't see when you guys jumped in? Did you
get to hear the story at all? Or confession? Okay?
So basically, she it sounds like a kind of like
a submission dumb relationship. So it was kind of hot
I wasn't surprised so for the person that wrote in
these aren't signed tonight, which is interesting. How has this
changed your dynamic at work and those that you were listening?
What's your take on a free to use fantasies turning
into real thrilling or is it too risky? Basically she
was his free to use anything after hours? Wow? What
kind of dangerous d jar? Is it more dangerous jar?
Or with the boss? You guys think, Oh great, I
made you guys think on a Monday. What do you
think about that? I'll go on to the next Dearnyky,
I have the dirtiest little secret and I'm still buzzing
from it. We invited my husband's boss over for dinner
the other night, just the three of us, casual, friendly
steaks on the grill and a few bottles of red
the usual let's butter up the guy who controls the
paycheck vibe. My husband was nervous, really nervous because he's
been gunning for that race for months. He kept saying,
just be nice, babe, make him feel welcome. I was nice,
maybe too nice. Dinner went smoothly at first, laughs, work talk,
compliments on my cooking but every time I leaned over
to refill his glass or clear plate, I caught him staring,
lingering on my cleavage the way my dress hugged my hips.
I didn't stop him. I just smiled and let my
hips sway a little extra when I walked away. After dessert,
my husband suggested they moved to the living room for
scotch while I tidied up. I knew what he was doing,
giving the boss a chance to relax, maybe drop hints
about the rays. What he didn't know was that I'd
already decided to take matters into my own hands. Literally,
Sorry about that. I slipped into the kitchen, hiked up
my dress just enough, and texted the boss from the
other room meet me in the pantry two minutes. No explanation,
just that he showed up fast, door barely clicked shut
before his hands were on me, gripping my waist, spinning
me around, pressing me against the shelves. He didn't ask questions,
just kiss me hard, one hand sliding up my thigh,
finding out I wasn't wearing any panties. He groaned into
my mouth when his fingers slipped inside me, and felt
how soaked I already was fuck your trouble, he muttered.
I just smirked, dropped to my knees on the cold tile,
and took him out, thick, hard, already leaking. I sucked
him like I was starving, deep, messy, letting him fuck
my throat while I looked up at him with watery eyes.
He was quiet but rough, fingers tangled in my hair,
guiding me exactly how he wanted. He pulled me up
before he finished, bit me over the counter, flipped my
dress up, and slid into me in one slow thrust.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud.
My husband was literally twenty feet away watching TV. Every
thrust felt dangerous, forbidden, perfect. He fucked me hard and fast,
one hand clamped over my mouth, the other one rubbing
my clit until I came shaking around him. He didn't
pull out, just growled low in my ear. Tell your
husband he's good the rays and the bonus. Then buried
himself deep and came inside me. I felt every pulse,
every drop, filling me up while my legs trembled. We
cleaned up, quick, fixed my dress, wipe his cock on
a dish towel like nothing happened, then strolled back out
like we'd just been grabbing more ice. The rest of
the night was polite small talk, my husband beaming, thinking
his charm in the steak had sealed the deal. The
boss kept stealing glasses at me at the table, a
smug little smile, tugging his lips. Yesterday, my husband came
home grinning ear to ear with the news Rays approve
retroactive plus a performance bonus he wasn't even expecting. He
thinks he earned it over dinner conversation. I know exactly
how he earned it. And I'm already wondering when the
boss will want desert again. I think he's going to
get that rais after all, maybe a few more, as
long as I keep being such a good little host. God,
I'm such a bad wife, and I love it. Nothing
says hospitality like a pantry pounding I have, Like I've
gone to dinner places where people were like with the
boss and stuff like that. I've never given one a blowjob,
but I have eight oysters for one, and yeah, I
had never had oysters before. And we were at this
restaurant in North Carolina and actually was like in a ship.
It was a ship in a low's parking lot. But
it was like the best seafood you can have in
the town. And we sat down and they ordered a
bunch of smoked oysters, I think, and they shucked them
at the table, and I thought, oh god, oh God,
oh god. And I was braised that you just you
try everything at least once. And I thought, I kept
seeing people get small, tiny ones, and I thought, okay,
I can do that, I can do that. Oh hell no.
Mine was as big as a palm in my hand
and shaped like a heart. So my mouth's not that bag,
it's not guy's. So I mean, nice tight seal and
all that. I'll let's dream of that. And I remember
I had to cut mine in half and I bit down,
and the whole tables like, no, no, you don't bite
on it. So I ended up swallowing it, and I
was like, I'm gonna turn green. The person caught the raise,
so I didn't have to swallow. Dick did get him
a raise, just oysters. Has anybody else been a supportive
partner to get somebody to raise? Like I said, I
don't have anything sexual, just that one. I mean, they
could have been making me NEI thinking that I was
swallowing the cump. Who knows, but I wasn't. It was
a really ucky, eky oyster. It was Seriously, it was
an oyster. It was disgusting. Ah, Dear Nikki. This literally
happened an hour ago, and I'm still tasting him on
my tongue while I type this. I can't believe I'm
confessing it, but fuck, I knew I had to do
it to you. It was a normal late night work
overtime grind, almost done when my manager John buzzes me
into his house office. Door's close, click lock. I sit
across from him his desk, thinking it's about some report
or schedule bullshit. He makes small talk at first, how's
the weekend looking? You pulling too many hours? Et cetera.
Then he leans back, loosens his tie a little, and
he hits me with it. Are you interested in making
some extra money here? Real money? Quick? I laugh, half drvis,
half curious. Who says no to more money? He doesn't blink.
I like you a lot. If you blow me right now,
right here, I'll pay you for the full month up front,
an bump you to the senior position you've been talking
about effective immediately I'm by, and he's that in that
hot older confidence, slightly rough around the edge's way, broad shoulders,
five o'clock shadow, deep voice that already makes me feel charged.
So fuck it, I said, yes. He stands up, walks
around the desk, stops right in front of where I'm sitting.
I reach up unto his belt, unzip him and pull
out his cock, thick, seven inches easy, already half hard
and heavy in my hand. I start stroking, slow, rolling
his balls, gently, getting him fully stiff, spit on my palm.
Slick him up and pick up the pace until he's
leaking at the tip. Kiss it, he says, low voice.
I lean in, soft, kisses up the shaft, little flicks
of the tongue at the head, tasting all that salty
bead of pre comb. I lick him from base to tip,
then drag my tongue over his balls, too, sucking one
gently into my mouth just to hear him groan open
I do. He guides the head past my lips, thick,
stretches my mouth right away. At the end of the day,
must hits me hard, sweat man arousal. It makes me
stupidly horny. I start slow, swirling my tongue around the ridge,
taking more inch by inch until I'm bobbing at the
steady rhythm. Five minutes in, I'm taking him all the
way nose to pubes, medium pace, sloppy, loving the weight
of him on my tongue. I pull off to suck
his balls again, then dive back in harder, deep throating,
now gagging just enough to make my eyes water, spit
running down my chin. He's moaning openly, hand in my hair,
guiding but not forcing. Then I'm gonna come swallow it all,
and I'll make it two months pay instead of one.
I flash a thumbs up without missing a beat. He
grabs my head, thrust deep and unloads hot, thick jets
straight down my throat. Five six heavy pulses, salty, bitter,
a lot. I swallow every drop, milking him with my
throat until he's shuddering. When he finally pulls out, I
give the head a few last slow licks, cleaning him up,
then stand up, grab his tie and kiss him deep.
Let him taste himself at my tongue. He groans into
my mouth like he's surprised how much he likes it.
That was the best blow job I've ever had, he says,
still catching his breath. I smirk. I aim to be
the best at everything I do. He laughs, zips up
and keeps his word. Promotion paperwork already started, two months
pay hitting my account by morning, he promised. I'm walking
out the door when he calls after me, if it's possible,
let's do this again sometime. I turn and gran if
the offer's right, why not? Doors shut? Night over? But
I'm already half hard thinking about the next time he
needs to discuss my performance. I just sucked off my
boss for cash and a promotion. I'd do it again
in my heartbeat. I wouldn't. I'm waiting for we see
what Mars says, so I know that's what I'm thinking, Mars,
they must be really, really attractive. I'm I'm also kind
of wondering if like two months pay, so like my
this is my mind logically, and I'm like, two months pay?
Does that on top of them what I'm already earning?
Are you just giving me money? I had a time
because you're you're giving me money ahead of time. I
don't want it. But if you're giving me that on
top of what I'm already making sure you know and
you don't have to look up. I'm sitting here now,
I'm actually thinking about it. I'm like, even if he's
not attractive, guys, you don't have to look up at him, right,
I mean I would make him go wash it. I
mean two muths pay it's two much wait, depending on
how much you're making. I guess would this fit in
the twenty dollars is twenty dollars? Yeah? True, you guys
do like eye contact. I'm just curious. I mean what
I mean, is this one of those where it's like, eh,
twenty dollars is twenty dollars? Yeah, I'm not that desperate.
I'll go down and donate plasma if I'm that desperate.
You know who you have me thinking of? Now Mars
And not that I've seen all of them, but I've
seen clips that really really, really really disgusting guy that's
played by and see. Now this is where I wish
you guys lived in my head. I mean, I'm sorry,
I'll only keep you there like five seconds to see it?
Does the spinoffs from Double O seven? Uh? Is it
Mike Mike the spy who shagged me? The really big guy?
But he plays it? You know what I'm talking about,
looks disgustingly sweaty and still like he hasn't showered. Please
tell me somebody's watched these movies. Okay, so you know
what I'm talking about. Minimum But if you're making one
of them, see I thought of that free Holly. If
you're making minimum wage, wouldn't you want the two months
ahead anytime? If it was on top of what you're
already making. I hear that so often. Twenty dollars is
twenty dollars? Is? I hear it so often in the
people I hang around with. It's not even funny. Twenty
dollars and twenty dollars. I'm like, all right, dear Nikki, Okay,
confession time, because this weekend is about to get deliciously
wicked and I need to spill it before I explode.
My boyfriend's boss, let's call him Ethan, invite me to
go camping this weekend. Just me, not my boyfriend, not
a group thing, one tent, one sleeping bag, situation, deep
in the woods, no cell service. Half the time, Ethan
framed it as team building and getting to know the
people who matter to his star employee, But the way
he looked at me when he said it, tongue in cheek, smirk,
eyes dropping to my lips, then lower. We both know
exactly what this is. My boyfriend, He's thrilled, thinks it's
a huge quer wind for him if the boss likes me.
Keep saying stuff like, babe, this could be a massive
for my promotion. Be your charming self. Net work. A
little poor sweet idiot has no clue. I've already decided
to net work every inch of Ethan's body. So here's
the real confession. I'm packing tiny bikinis, lacy panties that
tied at the sides, that sheer white tank top, with
no brawl and zero intention of behaving. Ethan already texted
me the packing list. Bring whatever makes you feel sexy.
I'll handle the rest. Attached was the photo of the tent,
big enough for two air mattresses, pushed together. Subtle, but
the best part. We're going to tease the hell of
my boyfriend the whole time. I want him squirming at home,
half hard, confused, wondering why his loyal girl friend is
so suddenly so quiet, then not so quiet. Here's when
I'm planning so far, and yes, Ethrian's one hundred percent
on board. He's the one who suggested most of it.
Accidental photos. I'll send my boyfriend cute little camp side
steps me by the bonfire, looking innocent. Was you were here, babe?
But then oops, one starts slipping in. Me bent over
setting up the tent as perfectly framed in tiny shorts,
Me stretching in that white tank so my nipples are
obvious through the fabric, Me slipping into the in my
bikini with the top barely tied. Each one with a
caption like Ethan says, hi or boss man is a
great photographer. Voice notes that get progressively dirtier. Start sweet, hey, love,
we just hiked this amazing view. Then later, breathy, giggling,
Ethan's teaching me how to uh build a fire. He's
really good with his hands. By Saturday night, low moans
in the background, Me whispering, sh Ethan's sleeping right next
to me, but I can't stop thinking about you, or
maybe it's him, and let the line go dead mid sentence,
like I got distracted by something or someone touching me
late night. I miss you. Calls that aren't I call
my boyfriend when we're both in the tent, zipped up together,
act all sleepily and cuddly at first. I miss you
so much, babe, then let out a little gass been whimpers, sorry,
just justing the sleeping bag. Let him hear the rustle
of fabric. Ethan's low chuckle in the background. Maybe a
soft good girl muttered just loud enough to catch hang
up abruptly with gotta go love you, Talk you tomorrow
in the grand finale Sunday morning, Send one last photo
me and nothing but Ethan's flannel shirt, hair, messy lips,
swollen hickey's blooming on my neck and collarbone. Caption Survive
the weekend. Ethan says, you're getting that promotion and maybe
earned up bonus two. Come pick me up. I'm a
little sore from all the hiking. I'm already wet just
thinking about his face. When those texts roll in one
by one, he'll be confused, then jealous, then painfully turned on.
Jerking off in our bed, wondering how much is real?
How much is me fucking hit with him? Ethan keeps saying,
let's make sure he never forgets who really runs things
around here. God, I'm such a slut for this and
I haven't even left yet. How far do you think
we should be pushing the t's. I want him bagging
by the time I get home, and maybe thanking his
boss for taking such good care of me. I don't
know if i'd do this. This is kind of you know,
especially if they haven't had the talk yet, but it
would be tempting. Are these jobs indeed? I don't know.
You know, we should go trolling on Indian and see
if we can find some of these jobs. Oh, free,
holies already looked for us, Oh, Ray says LinkedIn. I
haven't looked at I've heard LinkedIn's pretty pretty. Uh you're
sexy at times. Oh she's not looking? Why is she
not looking? Are you two together? I may have learned something. Oh, hello, wife.
I was about to say, hey, Mars, let's two girls
go out and see if we can check this out
on LinkedIn. I was really gonna like set aside and
start how except she joins the server alone. I was
gonna look with her. She's like, look abound, ha ha.
I love this. She's been totally behaved, you know, such
a good girl when she's here, I promise. Yet you
missed it when it was all girls night, guys or
ladies night. I should say, yeah, let's be careful in
those friend requests because I can. I they are not
the only couple who's floating in here, so let's be careful. Yes,
and yours very respectful. I know you are, Ray, dear Nikki.
I was twenty one, fresh out of college, wrapping up
my internship at this big firm, and the final herder,
her who was an interview with my boss's would be
boss's boss, the guy who actually signs off on full
time hires. I'd seen him around the office a few times,
mid forties, tall salt and pepper hair and the solid
dadbod that build that somehow works way better than it should.
I was a nervous wreck. First real job on the line,
hard hammering Paul's sweaty. I dressed to impress, but kept
it professional. Tight pencil skirt that hugged my hips and
ass like second skin, then flared out a little down
lower sleeveless blacktop that showed just enough cleavage to be
distracting but not trashy. I'm a thirty four D on
my smaller frame, they look bigger than they are, and
I knew it. I walked into his corner office leg
shek shaky took his shook his hand and sat down
and started the usual interview dance. But maybe three minutes
in I realized he wasn't really listening to my answers.
Every time I spoke, his eyes dropped straight to my
chest and stayed there no suddenly full on staring at
my tits like they were on power point. To keep talking,
trying to pretend I didn't notice, but he wasn't pretending.
Then mincentence, he cuts me off, stands up abruptly and says,
I've seen enough. I'd love to see you on the team.
You're hired. The wording felt loaded, like he wasn't talking
about my resume. But holy shit, first full time offer.
I was so relieved and excited I jumped up without thinking,
threw my arms around him in a hug. Big mistake
or best mistake. He hugged back, hands sliding down my back,
lingering way too low. When he pulled apart, he openly
raking his eyes up and down my chest. My body
hips legs back to chest like I was already his
I'm really going to enjoy having you around here, he says,
voicelow and there are definitely some things you can help
to cut yourself out, make things easier for you. It
was crystal clear what he meant. My brain short circuited,
part fear, part thrill, part what the actual fuck is happening?
I played coy, tilted my head smiled a little too sweet.
What kind of things? He didn't hesitate? Well, you can
start by taking your top off and sucking my dick.
It's your toys, though, time froze. I should have walked out.
I didn't something about the power, imbalance, the risk, the
way he said it too casually. I just did it.
I reached for the hem of my top, peeled it off,
brawl and all tits in his office at three pm
on a Tuesday. He groaned, step closer, hands immediately on me, kneading, squeezing,
sucking my nipples like he'd been starving for them. I
helped up on the edge of his desk. He stood
between my legs, kissing me deep, shockingly good kiss her, slow,
hungry tongue, doing things that made my head spin. Then
he stepped back, undead his belt. I helped him shove
his pants and boxers down. When that cock sprang free, Jesus,
easily the biggest I've ever seen, thick, long, vainy, already leaking.
I just stared for a second, mouth watering, desperate despite myself,
He sat back in his big leather chair like a king.
I dropped my knees on the carpet his legs and
went for it. It was a challenge. My jaw stretched
wide from the start. I started slow licking the shaft,
swirling the head and tasting him. Took a while to
find a rhythm that worked with his sighs, but once
I did, I loved it. The stretch, the weight on
my tongue, the way he groaned every time I took
him deeper. Fifteen minutes of sloppy, determined sucking, jaw aching,
spit everywhere, eyes watering, and I wasn't stopping until he came.
I could feel him thicking, rock, throbbing. Suddenly he stood
up fast, pulled out of my mouth with that wet pop,
and stroked himself twice before exploding. Thick ropes of cum
hit my face, cheeks, lip, and chin, even spattered across
his desk, hot, messy a lot. He tossed me a
clean rag from his drawer, wipe up, don't be late tomorrow,
and congrats, you'll be getting a nice rais to start.
That was it, no more words. I wept my face
the best I could still, tasted him on my lips,
and pulled my top back on with shaky hands, and
slipped out to the bathroom to fix my makeup and
make sure I didn't look like i'd just been facialed
by the VP's office. Started the job the next day,
got that raise, and yeah, it wasn't the last time
I helped myself out around there. Corporate life is fucked up,
and apparently I'm into it. I still get wet thinking
about that first day on my knees. What have I done? Hm?
Can you imagine going from intern to higher and then
with a raise, all in one day? And if we
were all this job okay, but reverse roles, however you
liked them? Would you do something a sexual pleasure? Hello, Beatty,
how are you? That's okay? There's another bosses one down
the month, so you can still sit it. So if
you were up as an intern, would you yes, I am,
would you drop for a give a blowjob, lick a
pussy for to be hired? And the race that's for everybody,
not necessarily just Betty. We're not picking on your Betty. Well.
Twenty dollars is twenty dollars. I thought we established, Mars.
We keep asking that, Mars. If you go up into
the chat, BRS is like, these bosses must be really
hot and we're gonna looked at LinkedIn and then free
Holy says she's not looking at LinkedIn if these bosses
are hot, so we cannot it cannot go trolling on LinkedIn.
Apparently it's been forbidden from free hola eg seed twenty
dollars is twenty dollars. I think your a little trouble there, Mars.
She might be getting it hard later. Don't be too
rough on her later. Forey ae. And that's a wrap
on today's tales of bosses, bonuses, and bedroom bargains. What
we can learn here A story one shows us how
simple yes can escalate to ecstasy and advancement, but watch
for those power imbalances. The second reminds us that preparation
meets opportunity in the most intimate ways, highlighting consent and craving.
The third one secrets spice up marriages, but they can
also sour them. Communication is the key. Fourth proves transactions
can be tempting, yet they risk turning the workplace into
a marketplace. The camping confession teaches us that teasing walks
a fine line between arousal and agony, emphasizing trust and relationships.
And finally, the interview story underscores how entry level desperation
can lead to long term dynamics. You know your worth
is beyond the physical and for today days riddle well,
I'll read it again for all of you guys. I
go in hard and come out soft, and you blow
me first. What's the answer. Actually, that's not the riddle?
Why I write two different riddles? Wow, okay, let me
write the right riddle. Read the real riddle. Hang on,
and then I have your naughty tucking do do do? Okay, Nope,
that's not it. God, I wrote a lot today. Okay.
I get bigger the more you touch me, yet disappear
if you squeeze it too hard. When am I no? Close?
Thank you? Ray? Are we giving up for you? Al
A jumping in well, I mean, yeah, it's a bubble.
That's not PG. Forole A, the one part of my
show that's actually PG. You throw out condom the one
part and he has to throw it out to the moon. Well, okay,
maybe Ish I agree with her. Ish Mars, I think
you're married to a smart ass. They're a couple. By
the way, Betty, I didn't really. We just learned that,
like right right, right before you logged in, right, I
were like, wait, what here on this show you would
say barely legals or nineteen n plus. I'm more comfortable
if you say twenty five plus. But yes, we don't
use kids or teens in this. We can get into
a little bit of trouble. Nope, you're good. I may
be more strict on it than a lot of people.
I just after working the lines and seeing the nasties
that goes on about wordages and stuff. You know, if
we put the wrong word, it's like teen or kids
in our profile immediately gets flagged and taken down, as
it should. So I'm just really strict on what we say.
There's a lot of times I do get confessions that
are eighteen and nineteen, and Darcy and I have a
strict policy to remove those ages just because it's so
close and we just we tend to try not to
unless it just falls through the gap to not mention
ages at all, so that way at least more to
your imagination. Yeah, it's too close. I cringed when I
pull up my demographic when somebody asks for my demographic.
So a lot of people want to hit the the
younger you know from thirty below, and I don't get
much of that. And then I always see like the
under seventeen. I go no, no, no, no, kind of
get creeped out of it. No no no, but we
don't say anything too bad. But I don't want the mirror.
That's all I need is a mama bear after me
because her kid didn't got past her, not her locks.
I mean, dad would kick him off, but just stick
her around hopefully and thank you so much for coming
in or hahaha, tuning in. I should say, you guys
know how to get ahold of me until next time.
Stay naughty but nice, and don't fuck her too hard
for you holley, though she may like that,