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| Since when is sex necessary? Just because I ask for massages from my employers doesn't mean I'm promiscuous! | |
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| Oh look. It's my boss, Edgar! Listen, Ed, my shoulders are a bit sore from restocking aisle 7. Can I have a massage? | |
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| Oh, a "massage." Yeah, sure. Just don't pull any of that "harassment" shit when I start feeling you up. | |
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| Hey, who are you? I'm supposed to be meeting Edgar in the back room. | |
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| He said one of his employees was easy, and I could get some action if I waited here. | |
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