My manager's always talking to me about my work attire- my skirts are too short, my tops are too low- whatever. I have the best sales because I can get a man to buy ANYTHING so he shouldn't really care what I wear. I remind him about my first interview- when he couldnt get his eyes off my ass and legs. I notice his dick getting hard so now's my chance... I'll have him stroking to me in no time while I take over the bosses chair. He's just another lonely weak man, who will do anything I say. I'm his boss now. And if he wants me to wear a new wardrobe...guess whose paying?