"Heeeeeeeey, Selina," Bryce Wayne said into her phone. "Omigawd, Mr. Alfred is being, like, such a jerk. He totes thinks he can boss me around an' tell me what to do. I mean, gawd, it's like my money, right? I should totally get to do what he wants. It's not, like, he does fuck a lot too. I mean, he's currently getting his sissy maids to choke on his huge dick, I bet. It's sooooo unfair."
The vapid debutante babbled on to her bestie.
* * *
"Oooo! Oooo! Mr Dayton! UHHHH! Mr. Dayton! OOOOO!"
Steve Dayton didn't know what was going on. One minute he was talking to Starfire as she sat perched on his desk, her huge orange tits in his face, the next moment she was face down on his desk, her tits pushed against the wood, as he fucked her from behind.
"Ooooo, Mr. Dayton! UHHHH! You are the best! Give me the fucking, Daddy! OOOO! GIVE ME THE FUCKING, BIG DADDY! UHHHHH!"
"Oh god!" Steve Dayton yelled as he came in the lustful alien.
* * *
"Now, here we are with my favourite part of the job interview," Harley said as she strapped on her favourite strap-on, pure white with its green tip. "This is Mr. J. Say hello to Mr. J."
"H-hello, Mr. J," Kate trembled.
"Nah, that's not how you say hello to a dong," Harley laughed. "They're like the French. You gotta give 'em a kiss."