(This is a custom clip and I can make one for you too! Just email me send me a DM!!) The Story It's a bit on the dark side, if that's okay with you (similar to some of my previous custom videos "I Am Your Disposable Slut", "Depraved School Girl Escort"). It would be shot along the lines "You Are Going To Love My Girls", where you talk to me and entice me. In terms of the scene, the concept is that you are from HR and you are explaining to a new exec about some of the perks of having a "sex-retary"; teasing just how far things can go and that it's okay to need to replace them every now and again. A more detailed run-down would be something as follows: I’m a new exec for the company and have been called by HR. I’m at first worried I’m in trouble for flirting with my personal assistant. However, it turns out you are instead worried that I’m unhappy with the one you chose for me. You ask if I want something tighter, something younger with a flatter body, because that’s what everyone always asks for when requesting a replacement. I’m completely confused and it turns out no one told me how the company has certain unique incentives for their executives. Turns out, when I was told I was being given a “sex-retary”, it wasn’t a typo. The teen I’d been provided is there to serve me in any way possible. No matter how taboo or rough things get, my little “sex-retary” will obediently do whatever it takes to satisfy me; no matter what it takes. Nothing is off limits. In fact, that’s why it’s pretty common for people to request a replacement every few months. There’s only so much their little bodies can take before they break, or their bosses get bored with them. You entice me with all the things I should be doing to my assistant. You even mention how it’s okay to use them as “entertainment” for conferences or business meetings with clients. After all, nothing boosts client loyalty and satisfaction like a young “sex-retary” together. And because of the non-disclosure agreements (NDAs) every “sex-retary” signs, clients can be assured that everything remains confidential no matter how wild or taboo the party gets. Assuming the girls even survive at all. Lastly, you tease how my assistant used to be part of a matching set of twins. At least, until the company’s last Christmas party. Maybe the sister impaled herself on a giant dildo the size of her body as part of the entertainment, or maybe kept deepthroating a client until she ran out of air. Either way, you promise that my assistant is just as well trained as her sister.