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The Rubber Club by Rbrbill
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The Latex Witch by Darqside
Bliss was irritated, it had been a interminable day at the bodied headquarters in Salem, Massachusetts. No matter how professional she was, no affair how hard she worked, this company refused to promote her any higher than Vice-Executive Manager. Why in the world their commercial activity was headquartered in such a water state, she had no idea, but walking among a bunch of country bumpkins (to her at least) wasn’t flush the last-place part. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a passion for the job, either, in fact, bossing people around for deadlines was quite the enjoyable experience for her, at least so she thought. She knew she could do better, but in that respect had to be something inside her military position of interests, something that could spark the flame of tendency preparation inside her. She loved to see the men with pocket protectors and large-rimmed glassful squirm in their cubicles once a deadline loomed over them. To her, business was sex, if you couldn’t put out, you WERE out. If you were strong, dedicated, and had a long steady rhythm, you could go places with her.