"I don't fucking think so." Did he really think I cared if I insulted his friend. The company had sent me here to cut the lazy and incompetent. So far, everyone I had seen I wanted to fire. I had come to this stupid party to play nice with the idiots.

I didn't even know why I had agreed to dance with this white trash. Here I was still dressed in my red suit from work. I wanted to stomp his feet with my red stilletos. Maybe my heel would go through his boot.

I was damn hot. I was wearing my favorite short red skirt that showed just a little lace from my stockings when I sat. I never wore panties with this skirt. I never showed panty lines. I was perfect. My perfect makeup, matching red lipstick and my breast length brown hair. With my stilletos I stood 5'7". Who did these little shits think they were? Everyman wanted to feel my 38 D breasts in his hands. My cleavage showed from my tight suit coat and red bra pushing up my tits. Few men deserved to touch me.