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DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 3--4
Date: 11/27/2023, Categories: Occupations, Author: campusvamp
... to mine. "Hey, my name is Greg." Close to me, Greg noticed I was a little taller than his 5'11'. Seeing that I was wearing sneakers and not heels, he grinned, "Man, I love tall women." Not breaking my stride, I waited for more and then gave him a long look, "That's it? That's all you've got as a pick-up line?" "You're tough. I like that," Greg said, still grinning. "Would a pick-up line work with you?" "Not even for a moment," I replied, but gave up my 'stern face' and grinned back. Greg was only a little older than me and had a nice face and a trim body. It seemed like months since I'd talked to a man under forty. It felt good to go through a Boy-Meets-Girl-Dance. "I'm Olivia." "Do you live around here, Olivia? I sure as hell would remember if I'd seen you before." We stopped at a street crossing to wait for the traffic light to change and I nodded at my brownstone across the street. "Dammit! We're next-door neighbors. Why the hell haven't I seen you before now," Greg asked again. I didn't answer. How to explain that I wasn't evenhere very much. I was either out seeing clients or I was home with Mom and Dad. "Okay," Greg continued as the light changed and I stepped off the curb. Keeping stride for stride with me, Greg spread his hands from his sides, "Okay, here's my best pick-up line. I don't have much time so I'm going to break with all customs and be totally honest. In a month I graduate and I'll be moving away for an intern job. Would you consider ...
... dating, maybe even having many,many romantic, erotic nights with a guy you'll never see again?" I stopped in front of the steps of my brownstone and laughed, "Nowthat's a great pick-up line!" "Did it work?" "A date? Yes. The romantic, erotic nights?" I went silent to consider. Greg was a very nice-looking young man. His tight, young body and unwrinkled face appealed to me after having a long diet of soft men my father's and even my grandfather's age. Greg stood quietly in anticipation of my answer. To delay, I gave a circular motion with a finger, "Give me a twirl." "What?" "You checked my butt out. Give me a twirl so I can checkyou out." "I don't twirl. I've nevertwirled in my life," Greg said, but he did do a slow 360 turn. Nice, tight butt cheeks in the rear and what appeared to be a nice bulge in the front of his jeans. "Do you want to count my teeth, too?" "Not necessary," I replied and considered. "Tonight... Eight o'clock... I'll meet you here on the steps. Let's see how a date goes before I decide about romantic and erotic nights." I didn't wait for a reply and wheeled my hamper up the steps. I already had an ideahow I wanted our date to end. Being direct and honest works with me just as much as being handsome and scrumptious. Greg combined both. Inside, I called Sandra and asked her to cover for me with my parents by saying I'd be spending a 'girl's night' with her. "You know the drill. We work together at the temp agency, blah-blah-blah. ...