Wall Street (again, sorry)
Wall Street, for those that dont know, in the late 90's was an absolute locker room. Boys only most of the time.

One day we had a "Happy Hour on the NASDAQ" where we would bring cases and cases of beer and import a few strippers to the office.

Picture this: Wall Street boardroom, guys with dress shirts and ties hooting and hollering, guzzling beer while two "lesbian" *(yeah, right) strippers enjoy each other to the panting joy of the amassed brokers.

Then, in come the hookers. Nasty ho's.

My assistant, Nick is absolutely gagging for this one girl, so in a moment of charity I said "Nick, I shall buy you a hooker this day!" and I went up to her, paid her for the business and made quick my escape from the office.

I got to the street and realized I left my apartment keys in my desk, so 'round I turn and ride the elevator back up. I walk through the panting, hooting minions to see that my office light is on...as I get up to the window, I glance in and Nick has the hooker seated on my desk and he is "eating at the Y" as we liked to call it.

The sick part is that this whore had been with at least 6 brokers from the firm already and Nick, always wanting to please, is orally pleasuring her.

I gagged and decided I would get the spare keys from my neighbors and not interrupt them.

Needless to say, I had my desk cleaned off on Monday.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 20 Jan 2006, 15:36, Reply)