“She should suck his big c**k. Right then, right there.”
A gasp of surprise sped all the way from Richmond, Virginia, shooting through the telephone into the Savannah, Georgia, living room. “Huh? Really?”
“Yes, really. No question about it, babe. Think about it. A good old-fashioned blowjob, right there in the boardroom, and during the big meeting.”
“But he’s the—”
“The chairman of the board. Yeah. During the various marketing reports and presentations, all eyes will continually turn to him to view his reactions. That’s perfect. He’s sitting at the head of the table with no one at his side, right? Imagine the possibilities.”
“I’m beginning to do just that…”
“I knew you would.”
Blythe Larson smiled, plopped the receiver on her right shoulder, and rubbed at her “phone-sore” left ear.
