Pecker Order

"Wow," was all the clerk said when it was over.

"Yes, wow," Wilson responded. "Now, how do you feel about needing control?"

"I love being controlled by you, Boss. Yes, I certainly do, and you can control me anytime you want. But who can I control in this big corporation? Does the cum stop here?"

Wilson gave a low laugh. "There's always someone you can control in the pecker order, Alphonse. You might try that Cuban body builder in the mail room. You outrank him here. But if you try him, you might need to make an appointment. If I hear correctly, he's fucking Bull Thorne these days."