The bitches never knew what hit them. Joan's outfit, deliberately designed to show off her massive bosom, had the distracting effect that she hoped it would. Most of the other women couldn't keep their eyes off of her tits and mutely went along with everything she had proposed.
Evelyn Smith was harder to influence. Perhaps it was because she had previously been the biggest chested woman there, there was less for her to be jealous of. For her, Joan unleashed her secret weapon. Pretending to stretch, the buttons on her specially designed top 'accidentally' ripped off, causing her now naked breasts to bounce free. "Oh dear," Joan said, attempting to fake sincerity. "My top came undone. And the clothing store said my new tops would handle this kind of abuse. And on the one day I forgot to wear a bra. I hope you ladies don't mind if I have to leave my boobs hanging out for the rest of the day, do you?"
There were embarressed mumbles of assent. Everyone, including Evelyn, now had their eyes glued to her knockers, a combination of lust and jealousy openly displayed on their faces. "Please, ladies," 'begged' Joan, "lets get back to business. I hope that we can proceed as if I wasn't sitting here topless." The mute nods told Joan that she had won. Joan smiled. Soon she would rule the office and The Bitch would soon be taking her orders, rather than the other way around.
