Open that door.

"Who am I? I'm just a fellow employee of our wonderful organization. (giggle)"

Pant.

"You okay, Josh?"

Huff.

"Josh! Where you--"

FLASH!

Light swarmed into his retinae. Josh wobbled out of the apartment complex, his blue Levi's barely buttoned up over his crotch. The first thing he saw was...

...well, a girl.

Staring at him. Probably because he was doing the same.

A red tint chinked across her face.

"A bit of a rush, huh?"

"Yeah," Josh replied dumbly.

She flipped a hair over her shoulder, cast her eyes down, then looked back coyly before hurrying away. Her posterior made appealing motions as she rushed off.

But enough dilly-dallying. Josh slipped his pants button into the slit and breathed. He had to figure out what was going on.

Why was Anya Grant, the secretary, sleeping with him, the loser guy who was good at the spreadsheets?

In his firm, none of the girls really ever took him seriously. Derek, now he was the guy with the winning smile. And diet. And hair gel. Mousse. Whatever. Anya was always asking him for white-out. Like, hello, did you not have a drawer of supplies in the next room over? Clearly.

"I can't believe I didn't recognize her," he muttered to himself as he absently began marching down the bustling sidewalk.

Of course you didn't. You'd never seen, or imagine you'd see, her NAKED!

Shaking the thought out of his cranium, Josh meandered through the city pavements for a while before a billboard caught his eye, and he stopped dead in his tracks. As a guy bumped into his back and told him to watch it, Josh grunted out an inaudible reply. Above, there was a picture of a shirtless man, posing for the camera with a sultry smile, as, next to him, glowed the words 'CHIPPENDALES, LIVE ON MARCH 13th.'

He looked like a human rotunda. On him was a suggestively lit belly jutted out as he squeezed it with one hand. Winking.

"No way," Josh half-exhaled, half-laughed out. Suddenly, a pair of college aged women passed by him.

"Look, Elise," a sparkle appeared in one's eyes, "Chippendales."

"Oh my god, Jessica -- no," laughed the other, "get your head out of the gutter."

"It's harmless fun, Elise, come oon. Live a little!"

"Jess!"

It was at this point that Josh noticed them 'noticing' him for the first time, and a quiet dawning fell upon their eyes as they... right in front of him, before his own set, checked him out.

Let's repeat that a few times.

Checked him out.

Him.

Checked. HIM. Out. Checked him out. Checkedimout. Checkimow. Check-check meow.

As Jessica -- sorry, Elise, turned her eyes upward, her gaze locked with Josh's. In a flurry of modesty, she quickly looked away, almost as if set off. Josh adjusted his collar awkwardly, realizing he was probably doing more staring himself.

Probably should stop that.

Maybe if they stopped being hot pieces of ass, he would. And wearing tops that displayed their clavicle hugging flesh. And those leggings.

Damn leggings.

Yeah, maybe if they stopped wearing that.