Petula Parker clacked happily away at the computer keyboard as she copied down the files, her long pink nails moving with surprising speed. Though she wasn't too smart anymore, she was good at her job, and was so grateful that Ms. James had given her this wonderful opportunity -- a nice, well-paying job that didn't require too much of her brain, let her wear dresses that really showed-off the "Girls," the big jiggling tits that Petula considered her best feature, and good hours that allowed Petula to spend her evenings on various dates.
Ms. James even sometimes let Petula get off work early if she had an especially hot date. Which was awesome, because Petula loved hanging-out with big strong men with their big strong dicks.
She giggled and shivered. Gawd, it was so hard to avoid thinking about dick. Petula glanced at her purse with its big red & blue dildo in it, the one she called the Spider-Man (for reasons she wasn't sure). But it wasn't time for her break. She needed to focus on her.