Kyle Bogner had been going nowhere since he had graduated high school. After a string of minimum wage jobs, he had landed a job as a telemarketer. The pay wasn't good but there was a constant stream of young women who took the position with hopes of earning big bucks in commissions.
Kyle hadn't really excelled as a phone salesman but he was earning more than he had bagging groceries or tearing ticket stubs at the movies. For the extra two dollars an hour, Kyle was willing to put up with getting hung up on constantly. Eventually his boss Mr. Skinner noticed that Kyle wouldn't be run off even with the constant rejection on the phone.
Skinner eventually moved Kyle off of cold calling and made him in charge of transferring interested parties to the closers. All of a sudden Kyle had some power. Now it was up to Kyle which closer was assigned to which lead. Kyle now had the power to affect the salespeople's commissions. If Kyle transferred a lead to a strong closer the salespeople made more money. If he transferred to a weak closer then salespeople lost money.
It was not long before Kyle was putting his new power to good use. The power to influence sales commissions in a job filled with pretty young girls was an awesome perk. Kyle was not above making a struggling female employee discuss what he could do to help her out over drinks. If Kyle sensed enough weakness he was even able to make a couple of girls put out in exchange for hooking them up with strong closers. Kyle had a thing for single mothers struggling to make ends meet. More than a few local kids woke up to get ready for school and found that "Uncle" Kyle had stunk up the bathroom and drained the hot water tank.
Mr. Skinner had noticed that Kyle had become quite successful with some of the ladies on staff. He and Kyle had Joked at what a successful cocksman Kyle had become since his promotion. Skinner was amazed at how Kyle had transformed into a ladies man. Kyle was not particularly good looking. He was moderately fit from his days as a high school athlete but was quickly getting out of shape without the discipline of competitive sports keeping him training.
Skinner did not realize Kyle's newfound popularity with the ladies was not due to his charm or smoothness. In fact most of the women he had been with, did so out of financial desperation. Kyle was a pig.
Skinner was so impressed with Kyle's skills with the ladies that he put him in charge of the company's annual Spring Picnic. Skinner figured that Kyle must be fun if he was so popular with the ladies. Every year the company reserved half the pavilions at Franklin Douglas Park and played kickball and volleyball and washed down hotdogs and hamburgers with cheap beer.
Volleyball always brought back wonderful spring memories for Kyle. In his senior year of high school, he and his friends had arranged to strip off the just turned eighteen school tease's huge black tits to the student body at a beach volleyball game. Kyle gleefully remembered capturing the horrified look of shock on the poor girl's face in his camcorder view screen as the male students cheered at the reveal of her giant breasts.
Kyle and his friends spent the rest of spring break editing the footage of the giant yellow bikini being pulled up over the huge black rack while the beautiful victim squealed in embarrassment as the whole school finally saw her huge round orbs exposed.
If they had left it at that, they might have gotten away with it. Unfortunately for Kyle and his friends after a week of watching those titties from multiple angles, the group got the urge to fondle those tits and finally get her panties off. What they hadn't counted on was the girl's ex-boyfriend. Just as the group was about to get their hands on those big black tits the boyfriend showed up and wrecked shop. Kyle had his lip split open by the boyfriend and required stitches to fix his lip leaving him with a scar.
Kyle's friend Dillon and the leader of his group of friends had enjoyed the experience of pulling off the girl's top so much that he had become a porn producer. He had partnered up with the owner of the strip club that he bounced at and financed the production company they borrowed from a family of Brazilian drug dealers. Their specialty was porn videos that looked like sexual assaults. The secret of the companies success was that they staged some assaults but also filmed actual assaults and posted a mix of both on the company website Filthy Rich.
The secret was to get the girls to sign waivers of approval agreeing to be filmed for some other purpose. Quite frequently when filming an assault they would use a model or actress who thought she was making a public appearance or filming a commercial. Kyle had the brilliant idea to turn the company picnic into a shoot for ENF DOT COM.
Kyle would hire a video company to film the picnic in order to use the footage for a promotional video. In reality, the videographers would be Filthy Rich employees. The telemarketing company was on the upswing, and the possibility of one of the cute young girls at the company becoming the face of the business was pretty tempting.
Kyle chose his victim carefully. Meagan had escaped his advances mainly due to the fact that she was attractive enough that it was a forgone conclusion that she would marry well. She was a beautiful curvy redhead with stunningly bright blue eyes. Meagan didn't react at all when Kyle tried to hint that he could hook her up with a better commission earning situation. Money just wasn't a big concern for her.
In order for his plan to work though he needed Meagan to dress somewhat sexy at the picnic. Instead of coming right out and asking Meagan, he took a different tactic, competition. He walked up to the cubical next to Meagan's where the buxom blond Emma was situated.
"Emma, Would you be interested if we asked you to be the image we use on the thumbnail pic we use for the promotional video we're gonna be shooting at this year's company picnic?" Kyle asked loud enough that Meagan could overhear.
"I guess so." Emma replied.
