~Brenda
For the most part of my adult life, I’ve only characterized men by the size of their c***s. That’s it. To me, they aren’t people with feelings or hobbies. They are just talking, walking c***s.
This is what happens when your sister sleeps with your fiancé on your wedding day. I have no concept of love anymore. It’s a fairy tale for people who haven't been stabbed in the back. All I want now is to be f****d, spanked, and spat on.
Everyone in the office knows exactly what I am. They call me the Professional Slut.
I don't mind. The title suits me. Besides, I close more deals than 90% of the office. While the other girls are playing hard to get, I’m getting what I want and signing the contracts on their backs.
I’ve probably slept with at least one man from every floor of this buil
