Durex Vacancy
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A fellow goes for a job in the Quality Assurance department at
Durex. The foreman takes him 'round the plant and shows him all the
machinery And offers him the job. "What will the role entail exactly?" Asks
the interviewee.
"Well", says the foreman, "You have to check one in a hundred", and
proceeds to remove one of the rubbers from the Production line, stretches
it, holds it up to the Lights.
Then places it over his penis and calls the secretary over. She
proceeds to hitch her skirt up, pull her knickers down and bends over. The
foreman gives her a good rogering. After he's finished he removes the
prophylactic, stretches it, holds it up to the light again to confirm no
holes. "Easy as that", he says.
"When do I start?" Asks the fellow, unable to believe his luck.
"Monday, 8:00 sharp!"
Naturally, our hero hardly sleeps a wink all Sunday night, and is
outside the Durex factory waiting to get in at 6:30. Anyway, the production
line starts up and the fellow faithfully counts as 100 ribbed black mambos,
(lubricated with sensodol for extra comfort).
He picks up the 101st, stretches it and holds it up to the light to
check for holes then pulls it over his old man and calls the secretary
over. Over she comes, grabs hold of his manhood, and proceeds to rigorously
masturbate him.
Rather startled and confused, the fellow just looks at the
secretary Who says...
"Sorry, company policy. You've got to work a week in hand."
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A fellow goes for a job in the Quality Assurance department at
Durex. The foreman takes him 'round the plant and shows him all the
machinery And offers him the job. "What will the role entail exactly?" Asks
the interviewee.
"Well", says the foreman, "You have to check one in a hundred", and
proceeds to remove one of the rubbers from the Production line, stretches
it, holds it up to the Lights.
Then places it over his penis and calls the secretary over. She
proceeds to hitch her skirt up, pull her knickers down and bends over. The
foreman gives her a good rogering. After he's finished he removes the
prophylactic, stretches it, holds it up to the light again to confirm no
holes. "Easy as that", he says.
"When do I start?" Asks the fellow, unable to believe his luck.
"Monday, 8:00 sharp!"
Naturally, our hero hardly sleeps a wink all Sunday night, and is
outside the Durex factory waiting to get in at 6:30. Anyway, the production
line starts up and the fellow faithfully counts as 100 ribbed black mambos,
(lubricated with sensodol for extra comfort).
He picks up the 101st, stretches it and holds it up to the light to
check for holes then pulls it over his old man and calls the secretary
over. Over she comes, grabs hold of his manhood, and proceeds to rigorously
masturbate him.
Rather startled and confused, the fellow just looks at the
secretary Who says...
"Sorry, company policy. You've got to work a week in hand."