| 2:32 am |
L Update
On Friday she made me a new offer: Help her to buy a car, and instead of just one night of sex, I get 'unlimited mileage'. You know, like Hertz. Except I'm buying the car, instead of renting it. And the 'smooth ride' I get isn't on the road. |
| 2:28 pm |
The girl at work
Today, yet again, she was trying to wrangle some information out of me. She has to know absolutely everything about absolutely everything. She's a fucking wacko. About a month ago a guy from work had told me that after talking to her for a few minutes out in the company parking lot, he had gotten the feeling that she would fuck any guy who came across with a nice enough gift or expensive evening out, whether or not she was actually attracted to them. In other words, he thought she was a whore. He swore me to secrecy about this conversation, because he knew I often talked to her. Of course I eventually made the mistake of telling her about the content of this conversation (without spilling the guy's identity, or even his gender), and she's been after me ever since to find out who would dare say such a nasty thing about her! I told her I'd have to get something significant out of her to betray this guy's trust. She then promised that if I told her who it was, she finally would fuck me, but she'd have to get more than this little bit of information out of the deal. She proposed that I also pay the $150 for getting her hair done to make it more equitable. In other words: She's trading in sex to get what she wants, doing exactly what this guy says she would do, in order to find out who he is, because she doesn't like him saying that she probably does trade in sex to get what she wants! It's pretty funny, don't you think? I do believe that she's serious about her offer. I must admit, I'm considering it. She's gorgeous, and I've wanted to fuck her madly since the day I met her. |