The Agency Continued...
Chip, a partner, flew into work coked out of his hairy chest. He pulled up his shirt, pounded on his torso and demanded me to feel his rocks.
"Ah, no thanks Chip, I'm good."
I stared straight at my computer screen, pretending to type an email. He hurried off only to return moments later.
"Can i see your bush?"
"Ah....no."
The fun thing is it didn't even phase me. I continued to sit there "working" and felt lucky that I wasn't the mailroom girl that was making copies last week when another partner came from behind and rubbed his dirty dick up her skirt.
Now, THAT i would not be able to swallow. Verbal sayings is one thing, physical grinding on an ass is another.
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