Victoria June’s absolutely sick and tired of telemarketers and salespeople trying to get her to buy, and just when she hangs up on one, another one comes knocking at her door, some idiot trying to sell her office furniture. Fed up and her big tits in a tizzy, Victoria becomes unraveled and screams at the poor bastard of a salesman, shoving him at the door. But alas! She realizes her terrible judgment and gives him the whole It’s not me, it’s you, tale, citing stress at work and in her personal life. And she thinks she has a twofold solution for him.