Confidentiality Agreements
"mall cops" 
So you were on the "corporate payroll"...signed some asinine and non-binding confidentiality agreement not to tell whoever that you're really a hooker...used your "real" name..
And Johnny has you being paid out of Corporate funds for an illegal activity that he has his moronic "in-house" counsel draw up to affirm this is an illegal activity.
That's only the "tip of the iceberg" if Johnny ever had to substantiate any of that nonsense.
I trust it all eventually worked out for you and John....fortunately he never had to explain any of that absurdity to anyone!
Or perhaps you didn't have the facts correct in your story?
So you were on the "corporate payroll"...signed some asinine and non-binding confidentiality agreement not to tell whoever that you're really a hooker...used your "real" name..
And Johnny has you being paid out of Corporate funds for an illegal activity that he has his moronic "in-house" counsel draw up to affirm this is an illegal activity.
That's only the "tip of the iceberg" if Johnny ever had to substantiate any of that nonsense.
I trust it all eventually worked out for you and John....fortunately he never had to explain any of that absurdity to anyone!
Or perhaps you didn't have the facts correct in your story?
There's enough nonsense there to create more spin-offs than Carter has pills.
But it would be hysterical to watch how the "combatants" argued their cases.
And in the end, the hooker would have to blow Rusty Burrell (bailiff...but that was a while back).
But at least she could use only her "real name"...but not her real real name...that is reserved for the Judge
But it would be hysterical to watch how the "combatants" argued their cases.
And in the end, the hooker would have to blow Rusty Burrell (bailiff...but that was a while back).
But at least she could use only her "real name"...but not her real real name...that is reserved for the Judge
I'm sure you have convinced yourself that your story is real, and that there are some valid reasons behind it.
But if you step back...realize we're discussing an ILLEGAL activity, and just what in the hell a "confidentiality agreement" would actually mean assuming there was some numnuts out there that wanted a hooker to actually sign it. Yea...sure there are "powerful" and "high profile" guys who P4P...fortunately most of them aren't this naive to actually have a written document that means nothing more than evidence should it ever surface.
Sometimes you gals simply amaze me with your nonsense. Next you'll try and convince (thank God you're posting this on the newbie board as there might be someone who actually might believe this nonsense) us that pigs can fly?
But I guess if you make it all about the "game"...it's all good
But if you step back...realize we're discussing an ILLEGAL activity, and just what in the hell a "confidentiality agreement" would actually mean assuming there was some numnuts out there that wanted a hooker to actually sign it. Yea...sure there are "powerful" and "high profile" guys who P4P...fortunately most of them aren't this naive to actually have a written document that means nothing more than evidence should it ever surface.
Sometimes you gals simply amaze me with your nonsense. Next you'll try and convince (thank God you're posting this on the newbie board as there might be someone who actually might believe this nonsense) us that pigs can fly?
But I guess if you make it all about the "game"...it's all good
That's OK sweetie...he wouldn't really want it either.
But I think to seal the deal he would insist that you stamp it with some "pussy juice" in lieu of a signature.
Or maybe that is what I would want...yep, that's what I would rather have. At least that way I would actually have something of value. But when that scent wears off I would demand a refill...that's my deal
If you don't comply with those terms, I would have to expose that agreement for the world to see...oh wait, that would be a conundrum. My name...your pussy juice...oh my
But I think to seal the deal he would insist that you stamp it with some "pussy juice" in lieu of a signature.
Or maybe that is what I would want...yep, that's what I would rather have. At least that way I would actually have something of value. But when that scent wears off I would demand a refill...that's my deal
If you don't comply with those terms, I would have to expose that agreement for the world to see...oh wait, that would be a conundrum. My name...your pussy juice...oh my
