You could feel Alexis get out of the car and heard the car door shit. With each step she took you were softly pressed against her breast. You couldn’t lie, you’d always been attracted to Alexis. She was 30ish, plump, and domineering, but you still had a thing for her.
You heard the office door close and could tell Alexis sat down. You heard her phone ring.
“Hey girl! No, I’m at work. Tonight? I can’t, I have a date! You know Stan that works for me? Yes, haha, he is just 18... well, here’s the funny part. You know the shrinking stuff they’ve been talking about on the news? Stan did it. He’s like a couple inches tall. I swear! He’s in my pocket right now... okay. Meet me at the bar. But you can’t flirt with him, haha, he’s mine...”
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