Fired!
"Where did you park?" I ask. "I may be able to help."
Brianna smiles appreciatively. "Right at the corner," she says. "The green one."
She hands me the key, I pick up my box of tools, and proceed to her motorcycle. I check the fuel and notice that the tank was about halfway full. I check the spark plug next, removing it with a wrench. I clean the tip, put it back in, and try starting it. The engine purrs to life.
I pick up my box of tools and head back. Brianna meets me at the door. "Thanks John," she says, giving me a hug-- her large boobs pressing against my chest, as her jacket was unbuttoned at the top. My cock cannot help but stand at attention. She hands me a slip of paper with her phone number. "Call me if you need more pizza," she adds with a wink. My gaze follows the swaying of her butt as she proceeds to her motorbike. She waves at me before she disappears into the traffic.
I quickly prepare myself for the upcoming interview at the library. I check my phone for directions and proceed to the university library. A bespectacled blond in a light-colored checkered sweater vest and black slacks greets me at the entrance. "How may I help you?" she asks. I ask her about the job opening. "Room 110, to your left," she says.
"Thanks, Melanie," I say, glancing at her name tag. I look around on my way to Room 110 and notice that the first floor was sparsely filled. Most of the tables were empty, and a majority of the students present were at the carrels.
As I pass Room 105, I meet two more women with name tags and black slacks, but they wore short-sleeved polo shirts instead. I conclude that only the slacks were part of the uniform. Their name tags said, "Claire" and "Lauren". Claire had reddish-brown hair, a small lean frame, and was almost flat-chested. Lauren had dark-brown hair and average-sized boobs. I could not help but notice how the thin material of the slacks emphasized the lushness of their derrieres. Claire and Lauren were engrossed in an animated, but whispered, conversation and didn't notice me when they passed.
I finally arrive at Room 109, and glance across, expecting Room 110. The number was absent above the door, unlike the previous rooms, but a large sign at the middle of the door said, "Assistant Librarian, G. Wilder Library". The door was slightly ajar, and it appeared that no one was inside.
The sudden desire to relieve my bladder makes me glance around impatiently. Should I knock or wait?
Brianna smiles appreciatively. "Right at the corner," she says. "The green one."
She hands me the key, I pick up my box of tools, and proceed to her motorcycle. I check the fuel and notice that the tank was about halfway full. I check the spark plug next, removing it with a wrench. I clean the tip, put it back in, and try starting it. The engine purrs to life.
I pick up my box of tools and head back. Brianna meets me at the door. "Thanks John," she says, giving me a hug-- her large boobs pressing against my chest, as her jacket was unbuttoned at the top. My cock cannot help but stand at attention. She hands me a slip of paper with her phone number. "Call me if you need more pizza," she adds with a wink. My gaze follows the swaying of her butt as she proceeds to her motorbike. She waves at me before she disappears into the traffic.
I quickly prepare myself for the upcoming interview at the library. I check my phone for directions and proceed to the university library. A bespectacled blond in a light-colored checkered sweater vest and black slacks greets me at the entrance. "How may I help you?" she asks. I ask her about the job opening. "Room 110, to your left," she says.
"Thanks, Melanie," I say, glancing at her name tag. I look around on my way to Room 110 and notice that the first floor was sparsely filled. Most of the tables were empty, and a majority of the students present were at the carrels.
As I pass Room 105, I meet two more women with name tags and black slacks, but they wore short-sleeved polo shirts instead. I conclude that only the slacks were part of the uniform. Their name tags said, "Claire" and "Lauren". Claire had reddish-brown hair, a small lean frame, and was almost flat-chested. Lauren had dark-brown hair and average-sized boobs. I could not help but notice how the thin material of the slacks emphasized the lushness of their derrieres. Claire and Lauren were engrossed in an animated, but whispered, conversation and didn't notice me when they passed.
I finally arrive at Room 109, and glance across, expecting Room 110. The number was absent above the door, unlike the previous rooms, but a large sign at the middle of the door said, "Assistant Librarian, G. Wilder Library". The door was slightly ajar, and it appeared that no one was inside.
The sudden desire to relieve my bladder makes me glance around impatiently. Should I knock or wait?