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A little bit of fluff inspired by a recent story by one of my favorite authors on this site – me ;)
Walking about at the pool party with all the company top management and VIPs from our most important customers I remembered how hard I had worked to become a ”Suit”. My goal was Customer Relations. My great talent is that I speak several languages. I had not been very successful until my cousin James got promoted, basically for going to work dressed as a woman, and not very convincingly at that! Well, he complains, especially about the high heels. I don’t believe him for a minute. He must be thrilled by his promotion. If he could, so could I!
I asked my ex-girlfriend to help me. She was only too happy to do that. I did have some doubts on that morning when she was ready getting me dressed and make-up put on. The image wasn’t really the “business woman” I’d had in mind but Sally told me that what she had arranged would be much more effective and that skirt, that really was a bit too short, really set off my astonishing legs. I had to admit that waxed and in thin black pantyhose they were quite spectacular. My trim figure fit well into the lovely semitransparent pink blouse and with a bit of deft work with duct tape Sally had managed to get at least an illusion of B-cup breasts hidden in the lacy bra. And I must say that I handled the five inch heels quite well. I thought that the make-up was a bit on the slutty side but Sally told me that in daylight make-up looks different. Sally even had gotten me a blonde wig. I almost regretted dumping her!
I shouldn’t have trusted that vengeful bitch!
OK, some may say that she helped me succeed. I did get a soft job in customer relations. And – I became a “Suit”, kind of. I hadn’t intended the suit to be a sparkly purple woman’s one-piece swimming suit and with VERY high cut legs at that. And – I appreciate that James may have a point about high heels. After a couple of hours these six inch heels just kill me!
- Atsiprašau, Pone. Žiurėkite bet nelieskite!
- Pardon Monsieur, je pourrais vous apporter encore un Dry Martini mais ma derrière n’est pas a votre disposition.
- Please Sir, another drink? No, I’m not free tonight.
All the time with a sweet smile no matter what the lechers do.
Come to think about it – the last one, the very handsome son of a Russian oligarch, is kinda cute – and rich!
- Excuse me Sir, I just realized that I am free tonight.
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Off your meds again I see
A little bit of fluff inspired by a recent story by one of my favorite authors on this site – me ;)
I shouldn’t have trusted that vengeful bitch!
Some tails are defined by one or two words or sentences. The master of insanity, spin doctored, mind bending tails has struck again. If one wasn't laughing after reading the first sentence, they have no idea of the convoluted mind this person is "gifted?" with. I'm reminded of the movie where everyone in an insane asylum becomes part of an advertising company because their ideas were..., well insane. The companies and public loved it.
At one time I wished to meet Bru. He-she? had to be my kind of boy-girl? Our minds run on the same track. Actually his-her? choo choo has jumped the track. I no longer wish to meet him-her? unless she-he? is five walls of steel bars separated from each other.
Tell James NOT to stop by for another month as I definitely am NOT ridding to work with you. I don't care how well your Rolls is stocked with champagne and beluga.
Hugs Doll, love you
Life is too short to take seriously. (maybe you aren't taking it serious enough?)
always
Barb
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl
Why don't you trust me? MI5, FBI, DST, SÄPO and AIVD do!
And many other counterintelligence organisations as well.
(Swallowing my last pill for the day).
I think you have misunderstood things:
The Rolls Royce is stocked with Tango and Rowntree's Fruit Pastilles
It's the Тройка that comes with Шампанское and Чёрная икра́
Then of course we have the Volvo with an ample supply of milk and cookies. Virgins and others guaranteed safe travel. But then the driver is Jamie and not James.
Bru
(Having taking life too seriously for a while and see what happens then!)
Good... as usually
and even with some polyglot twist at the end.
Btw, the correct version is "- Atsiprašau, Pone. Žiūrėkite, bet nelieskite!"
Lithuanian???
What happened to the Russians? Where is this party being held anyway? All I know was Bru invited me to fly out to a business party in her private jet and to wear my party dress. Where is she anyway? Looking around she is nowhere to be seen. Did she fly home without me? I don't think I brought enough money to buy a ticket back home from...?
Sigh, one of these days I'm gonna learn to not trust that girl!
Always,
Barb
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl
This is to inform you that
Bru has been "taken care" of. However, her private jet will be available for you for the return trip.
Do not try to find the source of this message. Do not contact any authorities.
Have a safe journey back.
XX/XY
Thank you for the correction QModo
Forgetting the long u was a simple spelling mistake. Forgetting the "," before bet was unforgiveable.
Bru
Prolificness
Bru's become prolific lately. This is the third story in as many weeks? If only I could be as productive...
"...one of my favorite authors on this site – me ;)" Getting a little cocky here, are we?
So what happened between the time when he showed up in a woman's dress suit, and his work suit became a one-piece woman's swimsuit? The enquiring minds are dying to know.
-- Daphne Xu (a page of contents)
One of many,many
No, I don't claim to be one of the best authors here. THAT would be a case of hubris. There are sooo many better authors here . As for personal taste - Yes I'm one of my about 100 favourite authors here.
Also, BarbieLee is not far from the target when she suspects me to be off my medication. I have been more stable than I am at the moment. This is a way to let out pressure. Under normal circumstances this last story would have been apprehended and thrown into the dungeon before slipping out of the door.
As for what happened: "Thanks" to the vindictive ex-girlfriend he came to work dressed somewhat more provocatively than planned. Not exactly a dress suit.
Bru