You know, this mouse was kinda cute, in a wimpy little nerdy secretary way. Moxie seemed a lot more eager to play with her than whoever this Mr. Stuffenrump was. Probably some fatass lout. No, playing with this mousey treat appealed to Moxie's devious sensibilities a lot more. She sidled up to her and looked down at her with some predatory eyes.
Moxie hissed, "Hey, y'know I was thinking, how about: fuck that boss of yours?"
"Yes, that's the plan. You fuck him." The mouse said plainly.
Moxie put her hands on the mouse's shoulders.
"No no no, I mean, fuck 'em. Who cares? I came here to give out a good time, and you look like you're in need of a good time. A good, messy, dirty time." Moxie whispered in the mouses's ear, "What's your name, cutie pie?"
"P-priscilla." Said the mouse.
It was obvious that Priscilla very aroused by the idea of getting down and dirty with Moxie. Being an uptight little secretary meant that she probably didn't get to indulge her wild side much.
Moxie licked her lips, "I think we can get really vile, Prissy. How about it? You can pay me with the sex money, and say that the escort never showed up. I'll make it horrible and very, very smelly."
Priscilla bit her lip. "O-okay. But only half the money."
"All." Moxie said.
"F-fine. But I want it horrible. I want it vile. I want to stink for weeks."
Moxie smiled like the devil herself. She knew just how she'd start with this cute little treat...
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