Gurl PowR!
Such a difficult day as this one calls for a little extra something special. Making up your mind, you pull your prized strappy stilettos from the back of your closet. The last time you wore these was at your big birthday party in Italy, when both the boys and the girls stopped what they were doing to stare at you. God, you're hot.
The only drawback is that your jeans cover the top of the shoes. But that's ok. You pick up your expensive leather purse, and throwing one more slinky smile towards the mirror, you leave your apartment. As the elevator door slides open on the first floor, your eyes meet with those of Yuri, the doorman.
"Well, hello to you, beautiful girl," he says loudly in his amusing English.
"Yuri," you acknowledge flatly, giving him a short nod without really looking at him.
You are so enthralled with tantalizing the poor post-Communist, swinging your hips back and forth, bouncing your breasts just ever so slightly, that you forget entirely about the single marble step at the edge of the lobby. You know, the kind put there for the express purpose of tripping up spoiled bimbos such as yourself.
In an instant, you are airborne. You realize with horror that you are going to fall, but you may yet be able to control how. (All of this whizzes through your mind in about 1/8 of a second. Funny, no one ever knew it could work so fast!) You don't have time to look around, but you know that to your right is a large potted plant. You may be able to break your fall by leaning in that direction. Or, of course, you might just hurt yourself worse. God, could life GET any more stressful?
Think quick! You're about to smack down.
The only drawback is that your jeans cover the top of the shoes. But that's ok. You pick up your expensive leather purse, and throwing one more slinky smile towards the mirror, you leave your apartment. As the elevator door slides open on the first floor, your eyes meet with those of Yuri, the doorman.
"Well, hello to you, beautiful girl," he says loudly in his amusing English.
"Yuri," you acknowledge flatly, giving him a short nod without really looking at him.
You are so enthralled with tantalizing the poor post-Communist, swinging your hips back and forth, bouncing your breasts just ever so slightly, that you forget entirely about the single marble step at the edge of the lobby. You know, the kind put there for the express purpose of tripping up spoiled bimbos such as yourself.
In an instant, you are airborne. You realize with horror that you are going to fall, but you may yet be able to control how. (All of this whizzes through your mind in about 1/8 of a second. Funny, no one ever knew it could work so fast!) You don't have time to look around, but you know that to your right is a large potted plant. You may be able to break your fall by leaning in that direction. Or, of course, you might just hurt yourself worse. God, could life GET any more stressful?
Think quick! You're about to smack down.