Chapter 64 RANDY VS TORI 2

It was as if Tori wanted to drive home one more time that she had my wife beaten in every category. Looks, body, sex appeal. And if these things were the only thing that mattered, she was surely the victor.

But she wasn't.

I looked at her, sitting there so confident, so convinced that she had won. The smug look on her face was almost enough to just make you want to put her in her place, but her smooth, sexy breasts, just bursting from her slim body, barely contained by her bra, was enough to take a step back.

She thought she had me beat. She had me sitting in silence as she carried out this madness, convinced she had worn me down enough to have broken me. Sure, she was certainly sexy, there was no denying that. And... there had been moments of weakness on my part, but I wasn't so easily conquered.

If I couldn't handle a tough negotiation, I wouldn't be here. And I always did my best when pushed into a corner. I had negotiated with some of the toughest negotiators in the world and survived.

I could handle Tori K.

I stood up, straightened my suit coat, and glanced out the window, taking in the later afternoon sun shining over the various buildings. After taking in her offer, I made my reply.

"Well, first of all, you're fired!." I began, and this moment of seeming rejection only made her smile. "I can lay out the various reasons why. Sexual harassment. Inappropriate behavior in the workplace. Whatever. But needless to say, today is your last day.

The way you've conducted yourself today was enough to talk your way out of a pretty good job, but I think we both know you were probably underqualified for that job anyway." I stated, causing her to sigh in mock offense.

"You need to understand that using your body and your looks can only get you so far, that in the end, what matters is what's inside, your personality, your work ethic..." I stated firmly, but she only rolled her eyes, as if I was dreadfully naïve.

"Looks fade, but work ethic lasts. What takes you places is hard work, being a good person, and doing things right."

"Ha!" she barked with laughter. I walked around my desk.

"You're not gonna get any job worth having just by throwing yourself at people, using your body. Success doesn't happen like that. You're not stupid, Tori, but you need to change if you want a job like this." Her eyes were lazily drifting from me, as if barely listening to my lecture.

And finally, after going this madness for too long, I finally lost my cool.

"TORI!" I called out, slamming my fist onto the table, causing her to jump, her eyes landing back on me, her eyes wide.

"Oh my God!" she sighed, staring at me. "You have no idea how turned on I am right now. I LOVE seeing you angry." I laughed to myself a bit as I tried to hold my tongue. Finally, I calmed myself and continued.

"The worst thing..." I paused, knocking my knuckles on the desk. "The worst thing you did was disparage my wife. That, I cannot abide. In what universe do you think saying awful things like that would convince me to like you? In what way does showing how rude and nasty you really are make me want to hire you? You have a lot to learn, Tori. A lot. About how business is actually done, and how professionals carry themselves. Your looks, the size of your breasts, your ass... none of these things matter as much as you think." Tori rolled her eyes again.

"You need to learn how to respect other people, but most of all, you need to learn how to respect yourself." She couldn't contain her laughter, her breasts bouncing as she did so. I was undeterred.

"Throwing yourself at men to get ahead, calling yourself a slut... Tori, you need to solve your own issues before taking them out on others. You're not happy with the life you have, you see the worst in yourself, and therefore you see the worst in others. The whole basis of your argument as to why I should hire you is that you are attracted to me, and you secretly think I'm attracted to you, because your convinced that someone like me has this... 'secret dark side'. You assume the only reason someone could like you is if they are not actually a good person, but maybe you can't believe the fact that, after spending your life seducing men who would have you, or going to nightclubs and picking up men there, maybe you found yourself unsatisfied.

Maybe you wanted more. Maybe you just can't believe that you would actually be attracted to a good, decent guy." She was taken aback by this argument, but she stammered over her words a bit, not being able to find a reply. She looked down slightly. For the first time, I felt like I struck a nerve. I think I finally got through to her about how wrong she was. I felt confident about that. (Hey, like I said, I'm pretty good at negotiating.) I looked down at her, again noting her state of undress, her big creamy, smooth, soft breasts hanging out, clad in her lacy red bra. I looked away, suddenly paranoid that someone would stumble on this situation and draw the wrong conclusion. It was time to put an end to this. I started moving towards the door.

"Okay, Tori, it's time for this farce to end. Cover yourself up, gather your things, and leave. We can gather up the contents of your desk. You can pick them up at the front desk on Monday. Go home, Tori, and really think about what happened today, how wrong you were, and maybe, just maybe, you can learn something." I paused, putting my hand on the doorknob, looking back at her, expecting her to be packing her things, finally admitting defeat.