So, I work at a bank, with a bunch of hot, young, friendly tellers. Not a one of them wear real f**king shoes to begin with, so I am completely screwed from the word go.
I was invited to an office party tonight by said hot young friendly tellers. They specifically told me not to bring my girlfriend.
We were talking about it today and one of said hot young friendly tellers got smart with another one, and was promptly tickled. This wouldn't have been such a bad distraction if the tickled teller didn't squirm, giggle, and say "Ooh, that felt really good."
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I was invited to an office party tonight by said hot young friendly tellers. They specifically told me not to bring my girlfriend.
We were talking about it today and one of said hot young friendly tellers got smart with another one, and was promptly tickled. This wouldn't have been such a bad distraction if the tickled teller didn't squirm, giggle, and say "Ooh, that felt really good."
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