Hotness Prevails
You know how sometimes you'll have this really hot chick, and she has a friend who's not quite so hot, yet that not-quite-so-hot friend assumes that, by virtue of hanging out with the hot friend, some of her hotness effectively rubs off on her as well?
There's a girl in my office, probably about 23 years old. Red hair, big blue eyes, porcelain skin, gorgeous round ass--total smokeshow. She's often seen in the company of a co-worker who's not quite as hot. Dirty blonde, a bit overweight, heavy smoker, way too much make-up... you get the picture.
Anyway, as I walked into the office yesterday, I see Red and her pal hanging outside the front door. Red's on her cell phone and Blondie's having a smoke. As I approach them, ever the gentleman, I nod and smile and say, "Good morning." Red just kinda rolls her eyes, as if to say, "Why in god's name are you talking to me?" And it's perfectly fine. I am, after all, the office pervert.
But then I see Blondie pull the exact same thing--her heavily mascara-ed eyes rolling and her hand going up as if to say, "Buddy, keep your distance." And that bothered me.
Of course, my first impulse was to throw down my briefcase and say, "Okay, I'll take that crap from Red. But you [pointing at Blondie here for maximum effect]--I know I've fucked better than you."
Instead, however, I just looked away, walked into my office, and spent the day fantasizing about the two of them double-teaming me.
There's a girl in my office, probably about 23 years old. Red hair, big blue eyes, porcelain skin, gorgeous round ass--total smokeshow. She's often seen in the company of a co-worker who's not quite as hot. Dirty blonde, a bit overweight, heavy smoker, way too much make-up... you get the picture.
Anyway, as I walked into the office yesterday, I see Red and her pal hanging outside the front door. Red's on her cell phone and Blondie's having a smoke. As I approach them, ever the gentleman, I nod and smile and say, "Good morning." Red just kinda rolls her eyes, as if to say, "Why in god's name are you talking to me?" And it's perfectly fine. I am, after all, the office pervert.
But then I see Blondie pull the exact same thing--her heavily mascara-ed eyes rolling and her hand going up as if to say, "Buddy, keep your distance." And that bothered me.
Of course, my first impulse was to throw down my briefcase and say, "Okay, I'll take that crap from Red. But you [pointing at Blondie here for maximum effect]--I know I've fucked better than you."
Instead, however, I just looked away, walked into my office, and spent the day fantasizing about the two of them double-teaming me.
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