Get a breath of fresh air

Understandably, you need a breath of fresh air.

Or perhaps you just want one. Years of having to jump, skip, and smile at that woman's every demand... all the shitty company stories and parties you've sat through... and now you can just ignore them all? If Charles was telling you the truth, you could have bent Jen over a desk in that meeting, and gotten a standing round of applause.

This is a lot to handle. Time to get some fresh air.

Armed with your new knowledge, you head to the elevator, and hit the button for the ground floor.

We should start small, you think. Maybe just ask a barista to give you something for free. Or ask someone to flash you in public. Something where you can test both aspects of Charle's promise at the same time, and work out any catches or gotchas before you're in a more serious circumstance.

As you stand there thinking to yourself, the elevator stops on the 7th floor. An early 20 something girl carrying forty or fifty pieces of fabric steps onto the elevator.

This is normal, your company owns the top of a building in the fashion/garment district. There are usually young women and gay men running through the stairs ferrying clothes and blueprints between designers of the various fashion firms. They're usually cute, but tend to keep to themselves; mostly plugged into their headphones.

Perhaps not today though! Its a closed space, just you and her. What's the worst that can go wrong?

"Hi, I know we've been meaning to talk for a while, is this a good time?" you ask out of the blue, to this total stranger.

"Oh, hey! I didn't see you back there. I'm just so wrapped up, Desonique is going to be so angry with me if I don't get these clothes to her immediately, ya know, with the new spring show in design and everything. How are you? How've you been?"

Yes! Success! This young girl you've never met, is now treating you like a lost friend, purely based on your suggestion that she wanted to! Okay, quick, before the elevator lets out, let's test the other half of this hypothesis....

"Oh no worries. I've been fine. Actually, and I hope this isn't too forward, but could you show me what sort of bra you're wearing? I noticed..."

"Oh sure, no problem" she says, dropping the garments to the floor. She reaches down, and pulls her shirt partly over her head, giving you a look at her body.

You can't believe its this easy. You're so stunned that it worked, you're not really sure what to do, though that problem is solved for you, when the elevator doors open up on the ground floor, and people start entring the elevator as if nothing is amiss.

"Thanks a lot, and have a good day" you mumble as you walk out into the busy city streets.

So there it is, Charles was telling the truth. As you stand there on the sidewalk, watching hundreds of people walk past, you think about the possibilities. You can do anything, to anyone... the world is your oyster.

Forget ever going to work again, you just need to find a nice female "landlord" to entertain.

You can do anything! The thoughts are thrilling and overwhelming!