Bright Lights In the Big City

I tend to prefer tights, actually. They’re quite readily available.

I don’t think the tights would go with the rest of my wardrobe.  

Please! I’ve got a great body. I’m confident in who I am and using my best assets to draw some one in.

Your boss is really looking like the type who just takes everything very personally. Major props to you for being able to handle it all, they must be a handful on a daily basis. But if the dress code really is that strict, your boss probably has his or her reasons regardless of the heat, I suppose.

Are you sure you haven’t actually met my boss, cause that assesment is pretty much spot on.

Oh my god. You would totally fuck that roided up has been, wouldn’t you?

Not that its any of your business really, but a girl could do way worse. Seems to me that you are a little jealous of his game.

I mean, I don’t have money but I bet I could get Carmen to pretend to and we could come in. Bonus points if I can get her to flirt with you? 

Now you’re talking.  

Too bad I have a girlfriend or we could totally have baseball hate sex. And fuck the Yankees. They’ve sucked for, like, years now.

Too bad, I’ll have to let my imagination fill in the gaps.  No they haven’t!  And I can’t believe your saying that on today of all days when the greatest is playing his last game.

I see your point. Gimme your boss’ name and I’ll set him straight.

Doug Fascinelli.  I appreciate the offer, but unless it involves you coming investing with him based upon his hot secretary, I’ll have to pass.   

And what were these adjustments, exactly?

Nothing too drastic, I wasn’t showing up in crop tops or anything too out there.  Just refused to wear hose and sleeves.  Nothing to get anyone all up in arms over.