Golden salesgirl Tifa misses the quota...

"You failed to meet your quota this quarter. The investors aren't happy." "I swear my numbers were up! I've worked so hard." "You're gonna have to make it up to them." "H-how?" "I have an idea," he says as he holds her chin up. Suddenly, he places tape over her mouth and begins to bind her with rope. "Don't struggle too much or it'll just get tighter. Now, watch your step." He leads her out of his office and down the hallway. Other men smirk at the sight while a few women give worried and tired glaces. She hears one of them mutter "They finally got to the poor girl." The doors of the conference room burst open to a mob of ravenous, muscular men of powerful positions, She is pushed intot the middle as they leer at her with laviscous intentions. "Get a load of this broad!" "Damn, girl, you shit with this thing," one of them says as she grabs a handful of her ass. Another man cups her breast. "These knockers are huge! Did you buy them with your sign-on bonus?" "Enough fucking around, boys! I'm pounding that pussy!" The men cut the rope, peel off the tape, and rip away her clothes as they ravish her. After hours of nigh-perpetual penetration, she lays exhausted beyond measure, covered and filled with many fluids. "If you want to move up in this company you're going to need more personal coaching, ha ha ha."