Victoria's Secret

"Good day, Sir! What can I do for you?"

"Well, I saw the posters for your Love your Body campaign, and I wondered if I should buy something nice for my wife."

"I see. Ah, I am afraid there has been a misunderstanding, sir. Our Love your body campaign is not the same as the one you saw over at Victoria's Secret."

"No? But this is Victoria's Secret. It said so on the sign."

"Yes, that is true. My name is Victoria and this shop is a secret. Who told you about it anyway?"

"A new colleague of mine. Desire she is her name. She replaced my old friend Daniel. Poor fellow. He just disappeared, you know."

"Daniel Webster?"

"Yes. Do you know him? Do you know where I can find him?"

"Sure, I take time to learn to know all my customers. OK, enough chit chat, what kind of body were you looking for?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"We have 'a body for every body', Steven, and therefore also one for you. Which one do you want?"

"How do you know my name? What do you mean: 'a body for every body"?"

"Well, take a look at our Victoria's Secret poster and the girl on the left..."

"Damn, that is Desire!"

"Yes, so that body is taken. And so is the body of the black girl to the right. But the others are available."

"Do you mean: I can buy I body like that one? What is this? A brothel?"

"No, of course not. The pleasures we trade in are more long lasting. Now, a blonde, maybe, isn't she sweet? Or the Latina to the left. I know it is hard, faced with all this beauty."

"I kinda like the one in the pink panties."

"Pink panties? Ah, an excellent choice, sir. Daniel guessed as much. She is so looking forward to meeting you as a new colleague tomorrow."


"American Express? Hm, that'll do nicely, sir!"

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