The Christmas party is in full swing downstairs, but I’ve brought you into my office for a very different kind of celebration. Bob has resigned to live in a teepee, leaving a lucrative sales rep position open at 'Naughty Nylons.' You want the car, the pay rise, and the commission, don't you? But at this company, we require more than just a CV—we require a genuine, deep-seated passion for our products. I need to know you have a real nylon fetish before I sign your promotion papers. Watch as I display my shiniest nude nylons, legs glowing like glass, and command you to prove your worth. I’ll watch you unravel as you wank to the sight of my flawless legs, eventually handing you a pair of my worn, laddered tights to use for your 'final interview.' If you want the job, you’ll have to blast your hot 'love piss' into my nylon and prove you’re the man for the task. Now, show me your passion, good boy. There’s a sherry and a mince pie waiting for you if you succeed.
