I went into the closet in back to look for some old, archived DATs. Well, this closet is full of old shit that the company hasn't used in quite a while.. everything from tapes to labels to documents. Got the idea? OK. so,
I'm looking through said closet and I find a little plastic box that looks exactly like a hard eyeglasses case. It's coated with a film of dust, but also has something wrapped around it. Upon closer inspection I notice that this is not a glasses case, but a case of PLEASURE PLUS PLEASURE-ENHANCING CONDOMS.
Here's how it works: The Pleasure Plus fetures a roomy pouch with fine, internal ribs. During sex, the pouch moves back and forth, gently stimulating both partners. The pouch's action restores the sensational feeling of sex without a condom.
POUCH!
OK, so why the fuck was this in the closet at work! This is a TV/cable ad agency! I should mention that one of my bosses' email passwords is "erica"... and the nubile and buxom receptionist's name is also erica. He looks like Stephen King. Ew.
I'm looking through said closet and I find a little plastic box that looks exactly like a hard eyeglasses case. It's coated with a film of dust, but also has something wrapped around it. Upon closer inspection I notice that this is not a glasses case, but a case of PLEASURE PLUS PLEASURE-ENHANCING CONDOMS.
Here's how it works: The Pleasure Plus fetures a roomy pouch with fine, internal ribs. During sex, the pouch moves back and forth, gently stimulating both partners. The pouch's action restores the sensational feeling of sex without a condom.
POUCH!
OK, so why the fuck was this in the closet at work! This is a TV/cable ad agency! I should mention that one of my bosses' email passwords is "erica"... and the nubile and buxom receptionist's name is also erica. He looks like Stephen King. Ew.