>The very next day, you and Mandy are ordered to attend a meeting in Vince McMahon's office
>you can only assume this must mean Lacey told him about what she saw you and Mandy doing and while this will almost surely result in you being fired, it's better than blackmail
>but even in your current situation you can't help but notice how beautiful Mandy looks in her purple dress. Oh the things you'd rather be doing with her
>when you and Mandy enter Vince's office, he sits behind a large desk which is bare except for a laptop, a few documents and numerous jars of what appear to be crushed leaves
>Lacey is sitting across the desk from him and grins at you and Mandy, while Vince gestures for you both to sit beside her
>Vince's expression is hard to read, there's an intensity behind his eyes, probably anger, though it could be something else
>He orders Lacey to withdraw her phone and she does so, placing it on the desk
>the photo she took of you and Mandy is visible on the screen and in it you're naked, with your shit covered face and boner
>Vince grabs the phone and shakes his head as he looks at the pic. "This degeneracy, the depravity of it, and during working hours" he growls as he glares at you, "DAMMIT I SHOULD FIRE YOU FOR THIS, PAL!" Then he looks at Mandy. "I SHOULD FIRE YOU TOO!"
>"That's right, Mr. McMahon," says Lacey, "Fire the nasties."
>your heart quickens, this is it, it's over
>"but..." Vince's voice trails off. "Damn it if just looking at you freaks doesn't make me feel young again." He hands the phone back to Lacey and looks you in the eye.
>"Tell you what pal, I'll make a deal with ya. You and your girl vs me - the genetic jackhammer and her," he says, looking at Lacey, whose eyes widen in surprise. "First to make their lady squirt 3 times wins. You lose, you're fired. What do ya say, pal?" he asks, arm outstretched toward you.
>You shake his hand. "You're on."
