This is shared from an ex employee who pm-d me privately.

” I had been working at MyPillow for 1 year when Mike invited himself over for dinner. Mike said he had a surprise for me at the end. I looked it up and apparently it’s an old tradition to cook dinner for your boss when he promotes you.

After the meal, and the table was cleared he said he revealed the surprise. Instead of a promotion his wife lied on the table and lifted her skirt (she wasn’t wearing any underwear) and Mike said ‘These are the types of luxuries afforded for good quality humping’. Awkwardly, I complemented the scene in front of me even though I was involuntarily deeply disgusted. But Mike didn’t want me to complement her, he wanted me to ‘use the powerful humping muscles I developed’.

My fiance expressed her objection ‘uh sir, I consider that cheating’. Mike responded ‘ITS A TIME HONORED TRADITION HERE. THE BOSS IS OVERWORKED FOR DOING SO MUCH FOR HIS EMPLOYEES THAT HE NEEDS THEM TO HELP HIM IN NEGLECTED AREAS OF HIS LIFE.’

He continued ‘DON’T YOU APPRECIATE EVERYTHING I DID FOR YOUR FIANCE??’

Mike Lindell is very confident and we were both convinced that a refusal would be a social faux pas.

I pulled my pants and underwear down, but I could not get a boner.

Mike was hurt. ‘SON, WHERE IS THE PRIDE IN YOUR COMPANY’. He said that if I had true pride in my company it would have been expressed itself in an erection.

Panicked, my fiance started playing with my wiener in an attempt to get me an erection but something about the environment would not allow me to get one.

Impatient, Mike Lindell came over and said ‘Here, you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you how to do it’ and attempted to handle my wiener.

There was a struggle and I panicked and involuntarily screamed and pushed him away and he fell and hit the gravy pan and gravy spilled all over him and his expensive clothes.

I will never forget the angry silence that ensued.

Mike always wears his heart on his sleeve, holds nothing back, and expresses his dissatisfaction in a honest and open manner. I’ve never experienced a silent Mike and the atmosphere was deeply unsettling.

I involuntarily tried to end the silence ‘Mike, I-‘

He cut me off ‘I’ll talk to you tomorrow’. And they both left (his wife left a skid mark on the table).

The next day my worst prediction came true. He said that it wasn’t working out and that I wasn’t a good fit for the company. I wasn’t going to receive my last paycheck (payday was the next day) because of all the damage I did, and that I needed to do a mandatory exit interview.

The ‘exit interview’ turned out to be rolling out his naked wife on one of those roller tables and I needed to hump her because ‘I owned him at least that much’. I think Mike could sense I was about to run because he pressed a button that locked the door behind me, and came at me holding a needle syringe full of viagra. Somehow I did a karate kick at him in the stomach (this time voluntarily), pressed the button, and escaped with my life.

Me and my fiance have been living underground in fear of Mike Lindell’s agents ever since. “