Regina Peyton has a background in publishing and a secret flair for entertaining people with erotic short stories, but she also has a mortgage, an unemployed husband who is a dud in bed, and a new job as vice president of marketing for the PRO Chemical Company. Even her expensive Willy Wonka hair cut can't save her from the abuse she faces as the lone female executive in a male arena, which climaxes during a business meeting at a bar when her intoxicated boss grabs her face with his palms, pulls her against his body so she can actually feel the massive erection between his legs and forces her to explain why she’s the right person for the marketing job, while five male co-workers crease their brows and stare at the ceiling.
Though she would love to quit and disappear into the world of her published erotica, it won't pay the bills. So while she plots revenge against her slimy boss, she conceives the idea of starting a small editorial service and takes on a private client who claims to be psychic and only writes what the “spirits” guide her to write. It doesn't take long to deduce the loony client has no talent and she’s about as psychic as Regina’s pet poodle. But the weird gig helps Regina to realize how much she actually likes her new marketing job, and gives her the assurance she needs to set her erection-proud boss up for a huge, well-deserved fall.
I'd be laughing harder but I have 605 of these to go.