Chapter 60 RANDY VS TORI

There were four pictures, and they were of Tori. But these were not pictures of her at work. No, they were far from professional. These were pictures of her at play. The top left picture was her at a club, dancing, coated with sweat from the no-doubt heated atmosphere she was dancing in. She was wearing a tight purple top, scooped low so her large boobs were just pouring out from within. She wore a skirt that barely went below her ass, and as she danced, the skirt flared up, millimeters away from showing off what was underneath.

The top right picture was her at some sort of house party, and in it there was a picture of her dancing in front of some guy, her back pressed against his front. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing them firmly, causing them to nearly overflow from beneath her silky red top. And as this invasion of her person took place, she was simply smirking, as if everything was going exactly to plan.

The bottom left picture was her at work, but she wasn't exactly working. It was a picture she clearly quickly snapped of her bent over a desk, a suit-clad man behind her, his face hidden, clearly... obviously having, uh... relations... with her. While she was still clothed, her outfit looked astray, as if what was happening was very aggressive and rough. And on her face, that same satisfied smirk.

The bottom right picture was her in what was probably her apartment, standing in front of a mirror. She looked perfectly coiffed and styled, her face turned into a wicked looking kiss, but her outfit was absolutely filth. A trashy looking tight blue tank top, the spaghetti straps digging into her shoulders due to the stress caused by her mammoth rack. Her top was molded to her large breasts, showing off their perfectly smooth, round shape, and there were clear indents caused by her throbbing nipples. Her midriff was exposed, leaving her fit belly bare. Down lower, she wore a tiny, denim skirt, cut way too short, barely covering her nether-regions. Her long legs were bare, smooth and firm, leading to some trashy high-heels. Her outfit was obscene and looked incredibly skanky, but it was clear that was the look she was going for.

"Like I said, Randy, I know exactly who I am," she continued, talking in a seemingly professional manner while showcasing these obscene images. "I am a slut! A huge slut! The sluttiest of the sluts. The skankiest of the skanks. The trashiest of the trashy. The whoriest of the whores. Ever since I grew tits, I've been letting guys, and the occasional girl, play with them.

I've been told I should be ashamed of myself, that no one likes a slut, but I don't care. I love it! I love being a slut! It's my best my quality. Randy, I am really, REALLY, good at sex, like, amazing at it. You do your work in the boardroom, I work in the bedroom." She said.

"Oh my God..." I said to myself, rubbing my eyes in disbelief at what was happening in front of me. When I looked up at her, she smiled, loving my consternation. She was loving it so much that her nipples were evident beneath her top, throbbing to escape into the cool air of my office. And I had a bad feeling, no matter what I said and did, they would be soon getting their wish. Why was I letting this happen?

"Now, the next step you list is 'DO YOUR RESEARCH', and, as you will see a little bit later in this presentation, I have gone above and beyond in that category," she said with a hungry smirk, as if desperate to reveal that delicious part of the plan, a plan that made her mouth water. "But before that, the next part is what I mentioned before. I'm controlling my image. Like I've said repeatedly, to put it bluntly, I'm a slut."

Tori paused for a moment, putting her hands on her hips, jutting her chest out, showing off her impressive frame.

"I mean, look at me," she began. Staring right at me, she brought her hands up and slid them under her large breasts, bouncing them in her palms before squeezing them lightly, grazing her fingers over her protruding nipples. She turned to the side and let her hand slide down her torso and over her round, jutting ass. "It's no secret I'm the office slut. With a body like mine, it's hard not to be. I'm built for sex... what's wrong with me doing what I'm good at?"

I simply shook my head. I didn't know if I was just tired and this was some strange dream, but I couldn't figure out how to respond to this bold attempt at seduction. Tori turned back to face me and brought her hands to her top. Working deftly, her fingers got to work, unbuttoning her blouse. This motion caused me to jump slightly. Was she disrobing just like that?

"No need for me to play it coy anymore," she stated, unbuttoning her top halfway down, so her giant, barely covered breasts and red bra were exposed. "If I accept that I'm a slut, I've got to at least look like one. And besides, there's nothing wrong with a bit of cleavage," she said proudly, downplaying the size of the crevasse between her bulbous breasts that was now exposed to me. "It's all good, clean fun, right?" she chirped with a sickeningly sweet smile.

I didn't respond. I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to let this play out. She probably took this as some sort of endorsement of her crazy strategy.

"Tori, this has gone too far already..." I began, keeping my cool as I looked to end this.