Banging The Boss's Daughter

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Remember the good old days when you quit your job sensitively and made sure you didn't burn any bridges?
Well, those days are long gone, friends.
The youth of today aren't only burning bridges, they're completely obliterating them.
Take this guy, for example. He is said to have thrown caution out the window by having sex with his boss's daughter in the back of the restaurant he works in -- and then emailing it to the entire office.
Of course, there's no verifying this 100 percent. A GIF of the act was posted on Reddit under the title "Banging the boss's daughter in the back of restaurant."
So, all we have to go on is what Reddit tells us because this is 2016.
I mean, there's definitely two people going to town on each other -- that much is true. But if there's any truth in the context, then we can only speculate his motivation.
Maybe he got bored of serving filet mignon to snooty clientele.
If you're thinking this story sounds familiar, you'd be right. This has happened before -- fairly recently.
Apparently, he knew the sack was coming so thought he'd get one up on the elder before he got shown the door.
He took her into the office bathroom and went to pound town -- pound town is where he went.
The video goes on for some seven minutes (which has to be admired, to be fair). It was later posted on Twitter.
No word on whether or not he's still got a job. Chances are slim to none.
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Click here to read a transcript of Prudie’s live weekly chat with readers at Washingtonpost.com.
Dear Prudence, The ickiest thing in my professional career just happened, and I’m not sure what to do. I’m a reporter, and while waiting around for an assignment, I poked around in the files on a company laptop to pass the time. There wasn’t much, so I went into the trash. It was full of pictures. The first ones were head shots of a girl. I kept clicking and found the same girl, naked, in explicit poses. I figured I had stumbled onto a co-worker’s porn habit when I realized it was my boss’s daughter, who is in high school. The laptop does get taken home on occasion by top staff. I emptied the trash, deleting all the pictures. It was weird seeing my boss the next day. I didn’t tell him about the pictures. Should I have? Does a parent want to know if his teen is taking these kinds of pictures? What if he doesn’t believe me? I don’t even want to think about more sinister reasons why these pictures were taken. Was there a better way to handle this? What should I do?
—Wishing I Hadn’t Looked in the Trash
Dear Wishing, After I finish suggesting what I think you should do, you may need to look for new employment. This might not be a bad idea, anyway, not only because of the state of the news business but because of your lack of reporter’s instincts. You stumble upon what might be the biggest story of your career, and you decide the best thing to do is delete the evidence? Let’s take the most benign reading and suppose that this teenage girl thought it was fun to have some graphic pictures taken of herself and then download them onto her father’s company laptop. No, it doesn’t make much sense, but maybe it’s sexting gone awry. You may not want to think about the “more sinister” reasons why the pictures were there, but any sentient person is going to consider the possibility that Dad is responsible. Because your boss might be the perpetrator, do not tell him what you found. Something horrible may be happening to this girl, and you need to alert the authorities. I spoke to Janis Wolak, senior researcher at the Crimes Against Children Research Center , who said that most sexual abuse happens in the home, and it’s not unusual for an offender to put images on a work computer. She suggests, as a first step, that you contact your local child protective services. The staff should be trained to investigate in a sensitive manner what’s actually going on. Another possibility is your state office of the federally funded Internet Crimes Against Children Task Force , which likely can retrieve the deleted files. You should be able to report your suspicions anonymously to either place. If it ends up that the girl was responsible for the photos and your name comes out, you can tell your boss you couldn’t evaluate what you found and felt a duty to protect his daughter. And if it turns out to be more sinister after all, make sure you get a piece of the story.
Dear Prudence, I am a female doctor in my mid-20s working in a small private practice. I really like my patients and my boss (a middle-aged male doctor), but I am having problems with some of the staff. Several members of the all-female staff openly disrespect me in front of patients. One has introduced me to patients as “Mrs.” instead of “Dr.” and has called me by my first name. Others have questioned my recommended treatment (also in front of the patient). I have even been snapped at within earshot of patients for making simple requests (like locating a patient’s chart). I feel these staffers are undermining the trust and respect of my patients, many of whom (especially the older ones) already have trouble believing I’m a doctor because of my age and sex. All of these women are considerably older than I am, so it’s difficult for me to confront them. (I also hate confrontation.) So far, I’ve ignored it, but it isn’t going away. How can I get them to stop but also still be nice?
Dear Doogie, The staff is testing you, and the disrespect is going to spread more efficiently than swine flu if you don’t initiate a quarantine. From now on, right after each incident, pull the miscreant aside and address the misbehavior. You want to strike a tone of brisk confidence, which means no defensiveness and no apology. So say something like, “I notice you introduced me to the last patient as ‘Mrs. Howser.’ It’s ‘Dr. Howser,’ and that’s how you need to refer to me in front of patients.” Or, “If you have a question about my treatment, I welcome discussing it with you later. However, you are not to contradict me in front of patients.” Or, “When I ask you to perform one of your duties, I expect you’ll do it efficiently and politely. It’s unacceptable for patients to hear you complain about a request I’ve made.” Keep this up, and it’s likely you’ll see the contempt is quickly contained. If it isn’t, or if a few people continue to subvert you, you must talk to your boss; such behavior corrodes the practice he has built. And remember, while sexism may never be completely eradicated, despite your profession’s best efforts, the generation that can’t believe a woman is a doctor will eventually die out.
Dear Prudie, I recently married the man I love, and we are expecting our first child. He is a great husband … and a cheater. He never cheated on me, but he did have an affair during his first marriage about five years ago. He felt great guilt over it, ended the affair, confessed to his wife, and tried to work it out, but the marriage couldn’t be saved. My problem is that I can’t get over the affair. I didn’t even know him then, but I relive it in my mind almost constantly. He knows that I’m paranoid about this and does everything he can to reassure me that despite his past, he doesn’t want to ruin his life a second time, especially since there would be a child involved. It’s driving me insane. I can’t keep living like this, and, more importantly, I know my marriage won’t survive if I do nothing but think about it. Is the saying “once a cheater, always a cheater” true? How can I move on from a past that isn’t even mine?
Dear Paranoid Wife, Your husband is not a cheater; he’s someone who once cheated and is now your faithful husband. Guess what: Virtually everyone is capable of cheating, even you, which doesn’t mean you’re going to do it. And someone who did it once is not doomed to repeat. Your husband was distressed by his affair, and he tried to make amends. He was honest with you about his past. He sounds like a reliable, self-aware person. You have at least enough self-awareness to acknowledge that if you keep up like this, you’re going to wreck your marriage. Probably a good way to drive someone to cheat is to constantly harass him about cheating, even though he’s not. What you need to do is break your destructive thought pattern. Get The Worry Cure by Robert Leahy. It has concrete advice on how to stop this chronic fretting and gives you steps to redirect your mental energy to something more constructive, like what your as-yet-unborn child is going to get on the SATs.
Dear Prudence, I have learned from experience that the best way to get along with my three sisters is to limit my time with them, and when I am around them, to smile and keep my mouth shut. For the past three years, my sister “Tina” and her husband have rented an expensive house at the beach for a week and invited me and my other sisters to come, provided we pay a portion of the rent. Tina likes the best of everything, and if my husband and I participated, we would end up spending close to $1,000. I would rather spend that money doing something I really enjoy. The first year I said I couldn’t join them because of a schedule conflict, and the last two years I simply have not responded to the invitation. I think Tina is a little miffed, but it certainly isn’t because the group will miss my company. She and her husband have two homes, no kids, and boatloads of money, yet they are looking for help in financing a beach vacation that meets their specifications. Should I reveal my true feelings to Tina or just keep my mouth shut (as usual).
Dear Call Me, It’s not a surprise that you don’t get along. You refuse to discharge the simple courtesy of declining Tina’s invitation. By not responding, you think you’re sending this message: “I can’t believe that someone as rich as you would be so presumptuous as to decide where you want to take a vacation, then expect me to use my precious time and money to pay for your pretentious choice.” Actually, you are sending this message: “All of you know how impossible I am, so I’m acting badly to give you something to talk about when you’re lying on the beach.” It’s true that if people want to organize a family getaway that everyone chips in for, then everyone should have a say in choosing the locale. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be gracious to your sister and thank her for the offer. You could explain to Tina that the beach house vacation is out of your price range and suggest that next year all the sisters find a mutually agreeable place to get together. But if a group getaway doesn’t interest you, then explain you’ve already planned a vacation in the Rockies.
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July 22, 2021, 4:30 PM · 19 min read
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On June 9th, 2021, police in Los Angeles ’s Skid Row, a neighborhood frequented by homeless people and substance abusers, responded to a call from a man in a trailer. The man said that a woman had stopped by hours earlier requesting to take a nap. He obliged, offering her a spot on his couch, but when he checked on her in the morning, she wasn’t breathing.
The woman’s name was Lauren Scott, and she loved karaoke, Hilary Duff, and once harbored dreams of becoming a marine biologist. But she was better known as Dakota Skye . Diminutive and flaxen-haired, Skye had starred in nearly 300 movies since entering the industry eight years ago, when she was 19, from Couples Bang the Babysitter 10 to Young Girl Seductions 9; even though she was 27 at the time of her death, practically Methusaleh-esque in porn years, her petite stature (she was just five feet tall) and omnipresent cherubic expression led to her being primarily cast in teen roles.
According to the L.A. County Department of Medical Examiner- Coroner, Skye’s cause of death has not been determined, and the office refused to release documents related to her death to Rolling Stone until the case was closed. But it was well-known in adult circles that she struggled with substance abuse. At the time of her death, the press reported she was homeless, which was not the case; estranged from her husband, she was living with her boyfriend in Woodland Hills, California. But she had fallen from her previous heights.
At the peak of her time in porn, Skye was represented by one of the profession’s top agents, appeared on hundreds of DVD box covers, and had been nominated for a number of awards, including the prestigious AVN Best New Starlet award in 2015. But over the past few years, she hadn’t been booking many roles, garnering headlines mostly for her arrests (including for domestic violence in 2017, a charge that was later dropped) and her erratic behavior on social media, including, most recently, flashing her breasts in front of a George Floyd mural in May 2021. She also struggled with drug and alcohol addiction, leading her to ping-pong around for years, borrowing money and capitalizing on favors for work. “She was so big in our industry,” says Kianna Bradley, an adult actress who befriended and later mentored Skye. “ And she died in someone’s RV with a man she did not know, because she had nowhere else to go.”
Considering she had not been highly active in porn for years, some members of the adult community, sensitive to how they are depicted in mainstream media, were careful to separate themselves from Skye, arguing that hers was a tragic yet all too common story across the city — not just for those involved in porn. “A person with known addiction issues overdosed. It happens daily in Los Angeles,” one insider told me. “It’s a sad person with drug problems who died, by all accounts I’ve heard.”
Others, however, argue that Skye’s fate is reflective of issues inherent to the adult industry, such as the lack of systemic, institutional support for those struggling with mental illness and substance abuse. “When I was Dakota’s age, I was so fucked up, I was missing shoots and they finally told me, ‘We’re not hiring you anymore. Go get help. We’ll put you in rehab and give you help,'” says Bradley. “That doesn’t happen anymore. They used her up and pushed her aside.”
Skye was born in Clearwater, Florida to an alcoholic mother who would later die in her 40s and a father whom she barely knew. Her childhood was marked by sexual abuse, and her mother sporadically going on alcohol binges. “She had a very, very bad upbringing,” her husband, Zachary Lecompte-Goble, tells Rolling Stone. When she was in her early teens, she went to live with her father’s family in southern Ohio, which is where she met an older boyfriend who encouraged her to start camming when she was just 16, below the legal age of entry, according to Lecompte-Goble. When she was 19, she launched her porn career in Florida after being recruited by her first agent, John O’Byrne of East Coast Talent. “ Smaller models end up doing well — the petite girls do well,” O’Byrne says. “The industry likes the [juxtaposition] of tiny girl/big penis. She had a great work ethic in the beginning. She’d show up and shoot and they’d be like ‘Oh my god, she killed it. We want to book her for four more scenes.'” Within the first six months, he says, she was on more than 100 box covers.
According to Lecompte-Goble, Skye told him that when she first entered the industry, she had expressed to O’Byrne that she was only comfortable with booking girl/girl shoots — a fairly common ask for young women new to porn — only for her agent to immediately start booking her roles in boy/girl scenes. “It was certainly a bait-and-switch,” says Lecompte-Goble. (O’Byrne denied any memory of this, saying Skye had requested to do boy/girl scenes off the bat.)
Skye enjoyed her work, and by all accounts was good at it. “She looks very similar to Dakota Fanning and that was part of the niche she was working,” says Alana Evans, Skye’s friend and the president of the Adult Performance Artists’ Guild. “That bratty blonde is what it was about her personality that [viewers] enjoyed.” After about two and a half years, she left East Coast Talent and moved to Los Angeles, the epicenter of the porn world, to work with superstar adult agent Mark Spiegler.
Skye was fearless and generous to her friends when she could be, with Bradley recounting that one time, when Bradley was auditioning for a marketing job at a club, Skye stripped down to her underwear, climbed onto a table, and started belting to lure in patrons. “She was singing her little heart out and she can’t sing a lick,” Bradley recalls. “Because she wanted to help me get that job.” When she was sober, she was bubbly and free-spirited and game for anything. Director and screenwriter Jacky St. James tells Rolling Stone that at the height of Skye’s success, she once called her to do an uncredited extra role, which required her to don an unflattering costume to play a nerdy college student. “She let me put gigantic eyebrows on her and dress her in the most heinous Pepto-Bismol colored outfit and let me
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