Like all guys, I guess, I’ve had fantasies of being a ladies’ man, someone irresistible to women, and who can satisfy their deepest latent desires with ease. And, like most guys, my real life situation was quite different from the ideal. However, perhaps due to the time that I had on my hands, I was able to fantasize frequently about what it would be like, for just a brief period of time, to be that way.
I was a hard worker, and most of the time was too busy at my law firm to notice the beautiful girls around me - though I have to say, most of the girls at the office were not attractive at all. There was this one girl, though, Courtney, who just seemed to be out of a magazine - almost too perfect to be a human. She was 5'4" with beautiful blonde hair down to her shoulders, gorgeous big blue eyes, and a wonderfully soft and cuddly body - though at the same time, toned, for she was a regular runner. Her breasts were beautiful, just a lovely handful, and she had a bounce to her step that was rare and made her all the more appealing. Her legs and torso were also very well proportioned - a little on the thin side, but even that was keeping with her air of childishness and innocence. I should add, though, that she was far from a child - 25, in fact, that same age as I am. Yet the amazing thing about her was that for all her physical virtues, let alone her intellectual or spiritual ones, she was far from conceited or condescending. Of course, even that was no help to me, as I was and still am painfully shy, and made virtually no progress other than the occasional obligatory hello. She may well have been aware that I existed, but I am not holding my breath.
As I said before, I am a hard worker, so often I would come home late after work simply exhausted. Occasionally I stopped at various restaurants, as it was a treat for me when I had put in a 12 hour day, and also it was depressing to come home to an empty home after a long hard day at work. Tonight I was feeling adventurous, so I decided upon a Chinese place. It was in a shady part of Chinatown, and now that I think about it, I am not sure why I even ventured there after dark. Who knows with some of these places?
The restaurant was almost empty, and kind of gave me the creeps, but I was hungry and my stomach vetoed my brain. I checked the menu and ordered szechuan chicken - one of my favorites, on the hope that I would luck out and the restaurant would be good after all. I waited for what seemed like forever, and then finally, as I was about to get up and leave, a beautiful waitress with a quizzical look in her eyes brought out my plate. I must say it smelled amazing. The green peppers and onions were perfectly done, and the tangy and spicy sauce complemented the generous portions of chicken perfectly. I could tell that the waitress was watching me eat from behind the counter, but hey, I thought, she was really cute, it was nice to get some attention. I scarfed down the meal like a pig, completely forgetting my manners, even despite being watched, I was so famished. The waitress, whose name I had forgotten at this point ( I am sometimes bad with names when I am hungry or in a hurry), brought out the check and a fortune cookie. I briefly noticed the time, it was almost 11:00! I had to wake up early tomorrow, so I paid cash and tipped generously, grabbed my fortune cookie and breath mints, and bolted off. Again, the waitress gave me a farcical look as I rushed out, and I mentally noted that this was a place to come in the future.
I came home and crashed, exhausted. When I woke up, it was 8:30, and I had a one hour commute and had to be to work at 9:00! I usually packed my lunch, but today I just took a quick shower. I rushed off to work, and began a long session of cursing at the traffic upon my entrance to the freeway. I had been late last week from sleeping in as well, so I did not need this on my record.
I finally got to work at 10:23. Unfortunately, I could not implement my hastily contrived master plan of ‘sneaking in and pretending to have been working all morning.’ I was immediately apprehended. As soon as I cam in, my boss, Mr. Beecham, questioned me briefly but pointedly. ‘This is the second time this month so far, young man,’ was the gist of it. Then he said that I should stay in the office during lunch and help out with anyone who might need help with work. I said ‘Sure!’ Trying not to sound to giddy at the prospect of being let off the hook so easily.
I then worked feverishly to catch up from that time until 12:30. When most of the office had left, I patrolled the empty cubicles, pretty sure that no one was there after all. But lo and behold! Coutney! I guess the other people who had work to do had left, because I know that more than one person had overdo work to do. And, wow, she looked even better than usual today! She was wearing a gray professional suit coat, with a gleaming white shirt underneath, which revealed an excellent view of her under wire lace bra. She had the bottom of the suit on as well, which was kind of tight for a law firm, but beautiful girls can get away with these things sometimes. She was also wearing white pantyhose, something I felt was perfect for her.
‘Hi James,’ she said, surprised and yet at ease with meeting me.
‘Umm, Hi Courtney’ I managed to stutter back. ‘Mr. Beecham told me to help anyone out who had work to do because I was late this morning.’
‘Ok, that sounds good!’ was the bright and cheery response
So we set to work.
