boobs, buggery and the bottom line
In the not so distant past I worked as a contactor doing analysis for various small businesses’ to gauge profitability and recommend improvements to their operational procedures to enhance the bottom line. For this work I would charge around $150 an hour and most contracts where 2 to 4 weeks in length.

One contact saw me working with the business owner’s 21 year old daughter (she was quite a good sort). It took about 20 minutes to figure out the business was fairly well fucked, and why the owner couldn’t see that spending $2 for every $1.50 earned was not a good recipe is still a bit of a mystery.

As such I reckoned it would take 2 days to finish the recommendation report if I typed slowly. His daughter took a bit a shine to me which became apparent when she engaged me in a lengthy conversation about the downside of sleeping with virgin boys before lunch on the first day.

Her old man would leave for the day around 2.30 most afternoons, and on the first afternoon, within seconds of the boss leaving, his daughter told me she thought she had a lump in her breast and asked my opinion. Before I could reply she should have it checked out if it was worrying her, she whipped up her shirt and bra and presented the most magnificent and perky C sized troubled tit so that I might feel her “lump”. After a tentative feel, I declared I couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary so she presented its partner to compare the difference and thus began a two week journey of covert blow jobs and frequent random kinky sex, often with her Dad in the next office, culminating in me buggering her while she took a phone order from a customer. Even better, 95% of the fun was initiated by the young lady.

Between these acts of indecency, I was giving heartfelt advice to the recently paroled warehouse worker who was infatuated with the said young lady on the best way to get her to agree to go on a date with him. (I was most definitely not letting him know what I was up to as his crazy eyes convinced me he would happily murder anyone who got in the way of him and his unspoken love).

It took every ounce of my moral fiber not to try and extend the contract for an additional week, and dutifully at the end of the second week I presented my findings and recommendations and went on my way. Unfortunately they closed the business down two months later and the opportunity for future contracts never came up.

Truly great work when you can get it.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Sun 11 Jan 2009, 16:36, Reply)