Will I Get The Interview?

Guys, Holly struts in today, and get this—haven't seen her since we crossed paths at other gigs nine years back. Still smoking hot, that one, and she hits me up for the usual sneaky special. The massage? Pure fire. Her body's a goddamn masterpiece under my hands, smoother and sexier than any chick I've worked on. Felt like those old tricks were calling us right back in. She asks if I'm the boss—nah, I say, plenty of us handle the big stuff. But boom, she's really fishing for a job. Jackpot. Made it a cinch to sweet-talk her into a little payback for that interview shot. Sucks she didn't clock that we don't hire lady hands around here. Reunited and it feels so good? Hell yeah, I had to bend her over and screw her just like she screwed me back then. Steve scores again, boys.