oday, I've made up my mind that it's time for my boss, Reed Iculus, to give me a raise. I've worked tirelessly at this company and genuinely believe I deserve more than what I'm currently earning. A woman who knows her worth can't indulge in the finer things without a substantial paycheck! I step into Mr. Iculus’s office, dressed to impress with a matching skirt and jacket combo, shiny pantyhose, and Louboutin red bottom heels. How could he possibly refuse me? But when I broach the subject of a raise, he's less than enthusiastic. He even dares to say it would be "unprofessional," given My performance. This negotiation is going to be tougher than I thought. I try to sway him by twirling My hair, crossing and uncrossing my legs, and even unbuttoning My blouse, but he doesn't bite. Switching tactics, I offer him a massage, claiming to have learned unique techniques overseas. As he closes his eyes, I reveal the cotton rope from My briefcase, quickly binding his wrists to the chair. He starts to squirm as I seal his mouth with duct tape and secure his ankles, chest, legs, and waist with more rope. With him helplessly bound, I lay out my demands: a 40% raise and a promotion to executive co-manager. He agrees to sign the documents, thinking I'll let him go. But I'm not that naive; I know he could fire me or make false claims against me. So, for now, I'll leave him there, gagged and bound, until I decide what to do with him... ** This clip features on camera ties as well as an 8 minute struggle scene **
