Work can be hell. I’m stuck in my office all day with a whole bunch of assholes who think they are hot shit. I happen to be the only girl that ever thought it would be a good idea to get into accounting, and now I know why. It sucks being the only girl in a job that favours the boys, either you’re running into some story about how much pussy they’ve gotten in the last weekend or they’re staring at your tits the entire time.
Normally I would just kick a guy in the balls if I felt like it, but this job pays to well to risk getting fired. Instead of pinning one of those fuckers hard while they’re pouring their coffee or something I bottle it all up for my lovely evenings out.
Today was an expecially trying day. Jim from the next cubicle over kept popping his head up while I was working and I had no idea why. He did it like 6 or 7 times before I finally just got fed up and asked him why he kept looking over at me. The bastard, he flat out told me, “Your bra, it’s rather nice.” I looked down and the top 2 buttons of my blouse were undone, giving the pervert a damn good view of my breasts. I wanted to punch him square in the balls, right through the cubicle wall if I had to. Again though, restraint must be retained in the workplace, but someone’s balls are going to pay tonight.