I ask her several times. Thinking that this is what women deal with on a daily basis with all their clothes on…
Working here is turning me into a real feminist.
So I’m even more excited about Meredith turning the tables and objectifying my coworkers. Although I don’t like the way Leo and Kevin are looking at her. It’s like they didn’t even hear the girlfriend rumor I only knew about myself thirty seconds ago.
Maybe I can chaperone all the shoots in Meredith’s borrowed bedroom. You know, just in case she feels uncomfortable. Nothing to do with a burgeoning jealousy going on right now. No sirree Bob.
I mean, Meredith has made it perfectly clear that she isn’t into strippers, but some of these guys really know how to work it with women. I’ve seen full on Trunchbulls throw their panties at Leo after a lap dance. I can’t take the risk. What to do, what to do.
“All right, all right,” Meredith laughs. It’s a beautiful laugh that hits me right below the belt. It makes me remember how throaty her moans were the other night. It makes me think of all the other noises I can pull out of her. Unf.
“There’s enough time for everyone,” she says, but no. There can be no other. Only me. I am the Highlander.
That’s the final straw. Meredith has to be mine, and a plan is falling into place. I have to trick her into a third date. Third date obviously means officially dating, and then she’ll be off-limits to these jackasses. For all their faults, they respect the bro code enough to know other dude’s girls are untouchable.
I know what I have to do. I check my wallet for a business card, the trump card that will make all my wildest Meredith dreams come true. It’s still there, thank Bacchus.
“I should go.” Meredith scoops up the photos and hands them over to Peter, who is grinning like a goddamn idiot. These photos were probably a terrible idea, and he’ll be insufferable at home. Then again, if everything goes the way I hope, so will I.
“Let me walk you out.” I link arms with her and escort her to the door. “These look so great, Merie. You have an incredible eye.” She blushes and has a hard time looking at me. I can’t help myself. I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “I still remember how you taste.”
“Oh, look at that, I’m late for a… thing.” Meredith is bright red. “I’ll see you… talk to you… whatever. Um, later. Don’t call me Merie.”
She flees and I can’t help but chuckle. Getting under her skin feels so good. I head back to the bar and pull out my phone. The number I punch in rings, and I plug my ear to hear when my target answers.
“Hey, Bobby? It’s Rob, from the club the other night. Right, the dude in the little pink hearts. Listen, I need a favor…”
* * *
I pull up to Lidia’s in a suit and tie, feeling as fresh and clean-clean as Andre3000. There’s a single red rose in my front passenger seat and a whisper of getting laid in my future. Along with the whisper about finishing this damn paper, but that whisper can go fluff itself.
Tonight is special. Tonight, Meredith is going to become mine. Those gorgeous tits, perfect ass, and amazing cunt are all going to have Property of Rob Callas stamped all over them. Figuratively. Or maybe literally, in my semen. Dayum. My cock is rock hard just thinking about it, and I take a few extra minutes to calm myself down. I can’t show up to a family dinner with a raging boner.
My dick, the source of my livelihood and manhood. My dick, my downfall.
“Good to see you again—clothed this time.” Bobby shakes my hand after I find them inside. See, the night Meredith showed up in my club, her brother-in-law had wisely ascertained that here was a group of guys throwing away large amounts of money nightly that could be turned into larger amounts of money with a little advice and a little discipline. He gave me his card to talk it over and baddabing, baddaboom, I’m here to romance his wife’s
Working here is turning me into a real feminist.
So I’m even more excited about Meredith turning the tables and objectifying my coworkers. Although I don’t like the way Leo and Kevin are looking at her. It’s like they didn’t even hear the girlfriend rumor I only knew about myself thirty seconds ago.
Maybe I can chaperone all the shoots in Meredith’s borrowed bedroom. You know, just in case she feels uncomfortable. Nothing to do with a burgeoning jealousy going on right now. No sirree Bob.
I mean, Meredith has made it perfectly clear that she isn’t into strippers, but some of these guys really know how to work it with women. I’ve seen full on Trunchbulls throw their panties at Leo after a lap dance. I can’t take the risk. What to do, what to do.
“All right, all right,” Meredith laughs. It’s a beautiful laugh that hits me right below the belt. It makes me remember how throaty her moans were the other night. It makes me think of all the other noises I can pull out of her. Unf.
“There’s enough time for everyone,” she says, but no. There can be no other. Only me. I am the Highlander.
That’s the final straw. Meredith has to be mine, and a plan is falling into place. I have to trick her into a third date. Third date obviously means officially dating, and then she’ll be off-limits to these jackasses. For all their faults, they respect the bro code enough to know other dude’s girls are untouchable.
I know what I have to do. I check my wallet for a business card, the trump card that will make all my wildest Meredith dreams come true. It’s still there, thank Bacchus.
“I should go.” Meredith scoops up the photos and hands them over to Peter, who is grinning like a goddamn idiot. These photos were probably a terrible idea, and he’ll be insufferable at home. Then again, if everything goes the way I hope, so will I.
“Let me walk you out.” I link arms with her and escort her to the door. “These look so great, Merie. You have an incredible eye.” She blushes and has a hard time looking at me. I can’t help myself. I lean forward and whisper in her ear, “I still remember how you taste.”
“Oh, look at that, I’m late for a… thing.” Meredith is bright red. “I’ll see you… talk to you… whatever. Um, later. Don’t call me Merie.”
She flees and I can’t help but chuckle. Getting under her skin feels so good. I head back to the bar and pull out my phone. The number I punch in rings, and I plug my ear to hear when my target answers.
“Hey, Bobby? It’s Rob, from the club the other night. Right, the dude in the little pink hearts. Listen, I need a favor…”
* * *
I pull up to Lidia’s in a suit and tie, feeling as fresh and clean-clean as Andre3000. There’s a single red rose in my front passenger seat and a whisper of getting laid in my future. Along with the whisper about finishing this damn paper, but that whisper can go fluff itself.
Tonight is special. Tonight, Meredith is going to become mine. Those gorgeous tits, perfect ass, and amazing cunt are all going to have Property of Rob Callas stamped all over them. Figuratively. Or maybe literally, in my semen. Dayum. My cock is rock hard just thinking about it, and I take a few extra minutes to calm myself down. I can’t show up to a family dinner with a raging boner.
My dick, the source of my livelihood and manhood. My dick, my downfall.
“Good to see you again—clothed this time.” Bobby shakes my hand after I find them inside. See, the night Meredith showed up in my club, her brother-in-law had wisely ascertained that here was a group of guys throwing away large amounts of money nightly that could be turned into larger amounts of money with a little advice and a little discipline. He gave me his card to talk it over and baddabing, baddaboom, I’m here to romance his wife’s
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