Amanda Hasbro glanced at the intimidating command center and swallowed just the teensiest bit of fear, but she was careful not to let it show. Thanks to the genetic quirk of being born without dangly bits, she’d had to work twice as hard to get half the recognition of her Y-chromosome-toting workmates. But today was the day. Today she got to prove that not only was she equal to the male of the species, but that intellectually she was their superior. She’d worked all her life for the chance to explain her theories. Today she would get to prove them. Best fucking birthday present ever! “Hasbro,” her Neanderthal of a copilot said as he stepped closer. “Nervous?” “Fuck no. Can’t wait.” “Aww, you sure, sweet cheeks? You know…I’m available if you want to work off some stress. I hear some women find giving a blow job relaxing.” He cackled like he’d made the funniest joke on the planet.
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