<div class="floatleft">(https://www.pngkey.com/png/full/889-8891004_calling-girl-png-call-center-girl-png.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belinda Taylor<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Sexual Identity:</strong>Ambitious Workaholic<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Agent (Outbound Voice)<br/><br/>Belinda was delighted by Mariana’s response to her idea. “I love you too, cow,” she replied, and her mood was<em>so much better already</em>as she headed over to Tserin’s desk. It really was comforting to have a friend who shared her interests. And if her interests happened to be tormenting and humiliating the innocent newbie at work? Well, hell, the company didn’t actually give a damn what any of them did to each other, as long as money was made at the end of the day. And it wasn’t hard to work things so that there was money in it for the company.<br/><br/>And wow, Tserin was seriously into that call. Yes, the script was ridiculous, and the caller on the end of the line was pathetic, but<em>damn</em>, Belinda’s mouth was watering by the time she made it over, and she found herself imaging her fingers up the redhead’s ass, finding the places that would produce wave after wave of orgasms. She could do better than the chair did, she was sure of that much.<br/><br/>But damn, if Mariska wasn’t determined to be bad cop! “Oh give her a break, Mar,” Belinda said. “It’s Sharon’s first day, and me, I like a bit of raw enthusiasm. I mean, we know she’s not obsessed with Dick, but she does seem to know how to enjoy herself.”<br/><br/>She contemplated the jug of water she was carrying. She’d had a vague notion of how to use it, but with Mariska’s full-on assault, the idea of staging an accident with it seemed kinda lame now. “Besides, the poor girl clearly needs a break. And she’s likely to spend all day just looking for the right code to use. And then there’s the fact that every different break code gets a different amount of time. Who would have that ‘soiled uniform’ would get you twenty whole minutes? If you ask me, something fishy’s going on there.”<br/><br/>Looking Tserin dead in the eyes, she trust the jug of water at her, just enough so that some of the water splashed out onto Tserin’s blouse. In a tone neither surprised nor apologetic, Belinda said “Ooops. Sorry about that. Looks like your blouse is wet.”