Posts Tagged ‘siren’


optionsIt’s nice having a lot of hot coeds at work.  Usually, the women I work with are old and married.  I’ll have to figure out a way to take advantage of this situation.  I can’t hit on everyone.  I don’t want to end up being that sketchy guy at work.

I think I forgot how to flirt.  I was caught off guard yesterday when my trainer started asking increasingly intimate questions.  “What do you do for fun?” “Are you seeing someone?” “What are you looking for in a relationship?”  I think she might be interested.  The conversation started out ok, but I eventually crumbled under pressure.  “I like riding my bike.” “Not exactly.” “I try to play the field.”  It could have been worse.  I could have told her that I’m single and horny.

I’m not too disappointed because things are going well with Siren.  I finally asked for her number yesterday.  We’ll see where that takes us.  She’s going out tonight, so I probably won’t see her this weekend.  I wouldn’t mind going out for a second date next week.

The actual work wasn’t too bad, either.  I flew solo for the first time yesterday.  I did make a few flubs.  When I get nervous, I jumble my words together.  I’ll have to work on that.  I didn’t burn the building down though, so I’m happy.


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Tug of War

Siren had a good time at Victoria’s Secret.  Apparently, she bought $200 worth of panties and lotion.  It’s like some sort of cruel joke.  I want to make a move, but I’m scared.  If I didn’t need this job (desperately), I would jump on that in a second.


Siren is a big fan of mixed messages.  After telling me how sore she is because her bed is broken, she calls up her boyfriend.  Then she tells me how much she likes strippercise.  This constant back and forth is giving me a workout.  I’m going to use this weekend to figure out my next move.  Sad? Yes.  I can’t afford to lose this job, though.

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pantiesI’m having a tough time reading my coworker.  For now I’ll call her Siren (she’s probably lured a few ships into the crashing rocks).  I’m trying to keep my blinders up so I can get through training.  After yesterday’s stripper incident, I don’t want to take any unnecessary risks.

Before we go on break, she mentions that she’s going to Victoria’s Secret during her lunch break.  It doesn’t look like she’s looking for a long term commitment.  I wouldn’t mind having a fuck buddy.

I can only imagine what the after-lunch conversation’s going to consist of.  This can either go really well (Do you want to see what I got later on?)  or it can go very wrong (You’re an honest guy.  Do you think my boyfriend will like this?)

I’m not going to push the envelope.  Actually, I don’t even know what I’ll do if she brings it up.  I just hope I still have a job after this mind-penis battle.

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