Friday's Hot Date...

Upon returning to work, Lauren bounces out of the elevator giddily. Strolling by the cubicles on her way to hers, everyone cannot help but notice the cheerfulness resonating from the normally reserved and stuck up debonte. Ignoring the looks of wonderment and abject confusion, Lauren takes her seat and scoots right up to her desk. With a big smile on her face she starts looking through the employee directory.

"Hey Lauren! I couldn't help but notice how happy you are. How was your appointment today?"

Swiveling in her chair, Lauren looks up at the geeky looking Ashley with a big smile on her face. "It was fantastic as always. I simply have the best therapist in the world. She has convinced me that it's time that I end my clutch on single life and start dating. She said a woman like me should not be wasting away at job without having a little bit of fun on the weekend and she is right."

Genuinely excited, Ashley clasps her hands, bouncing slightly out of her heels. "Oh! That's fantastic, Lauren! Who's the lucky guy?"

Pondering a bit on how best to answer, Lauren just says what comes natural to her. "Somebody I've had my eye on for a while and I know has a really big thing for me. It's also really good that he doesn't work here."

The only person that fits that description is Donald, but Ashley instantly tossed that name aside. Even if hell were to freeze over, the blonde bombshell with the perfect body would never consider dating the guy like that! So it has to be somebody else, somebody that Lauren knows outside of work must be really sexy! "OoOOooOo.... Well whoever it is, I'm sure he'll say yes. I can't think of one guy who would ever say no to you."

*Crkkkkkkt...*

The sound of grinding teeth echo between the two women as Lauren sits there steely-eyed with a strange smile on her face, twiddling her thumbs.

"Oh yeah..." Ashley says softly, her voice trailing. "There are plenty of fish in the sea!"

Visibly relaxing, Lauren exhales as her smile returns to a more natural, toothy grin. "I've decided that Peter isn't really good enough for me. Not if he is willing to choose that bolt on Barbie instead of a more naturally endowed woman like me." Lauren says as she sits up straight, arches her back and sticks out her tits as she tosses her long blonde hair in a most elegant fashion.

Now confused, the peppy, but socially awkward paralegal fresh out of school, looks inquisitively confused at her superior. "But I thought you just said she was a great therapist?" Ashley asks airing out loud the worst kept secret in the office.

"Just because she has a good head on her shoulders does not mean that she measures up. If Peter would rather bend over a woman who's clearly plastic instead of one with a big, soft and white bottom like mine, that's his choice." Lauren says dismissively as she spins back to facing her computer.

"Heh, heh, yeah..." Ashley says trusting her gut that now is as good as any to leave. As she walks away she cannot help but wonder why Lauren focused on Vicki's butt, comparing it to her own instead of the elephant in the room.

Maybe it's just too much for the blonde stunner talk about the rather uncomparable size of Victoria's epic hooters. They are just something that any man could have a hard time saying no to, real or not!

Finally alone at last, Lauren starts searching the work directory. After a few minutes she leans back in her chair, tapping her index fingers just below her nose. "Hmmmm..." That with a snap of her fingers, she pushes herself up and walks determined to the closet where the employee files are stored. Walking right in to the section of the office dedicated to human resources, she ignores the objections of the receptionist and walks right up to the filing room and lets herself in. Locating the file cabinet, she opens the appropriate drawer it starts going through it. "Where is it, where is it, where is it.... A-ha!" Pulling it out triumphantly, she opens it up upon finding the number she needs, quickly pulling a pen out from the inside breast pocket of her jacket, she writes down what she needs on the palm of her hand. Putting everything away and closing the drawer with a slam, Lauren returns to her desk and sits her butt back down and immediately picks up the phone.

"Hello?" A man's voice echoes from the receiver sounding dejected and broken.

"Hey Don, it's me... Lauren." She purrs into the phone, twirling a strand of hair with her finger.

*Click!*

Hearing the phone hang up, Lauren pulls it from her ear and stares at it incredulously! Redialing the number, she tosses her hair as she tilts her head, ready to put on the moves.

"Argh... What do you want? Calling to gloat?" Don answers gruffly, not in the mood.

"No... I can't take back what happened, but I can... Make it up to you." Lauren responds, aggressively at first and then pausing to switch to her sexy voice again.

When Don sighs loudly, it is loud enough to **** her to pull the phone away from her ear. "I really don't need your charity..."

"It's not charity when I want to take you out to Cavatti's tomorrow night, around 7:00, then maybe take you home for dessert." Lauren says as she closes her eyes and imagines that it is Nathan she is talking to on the phone, her mind filling with images of helping him out of his button-up shirt to reveal his firm six pack abs. "Mmmmmmmmmm..."

The pause on the other end of the line is deafening, but finally a voice squeaks. "...Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Lauren licks her lips.

The next night, Lauren is waiting by the front door of Cavatti's Italian bistro. Tapping her foot, she raises her right wrist to check the time, her Gucci purse dangling from her wrist. "I told him 7:00..." She says then looks to the starry lit sky, the warm glow of the outside wall light shimmering softly off of her little black dress. Going completely strapless, it allows her to show off her milky white shoulders and plenty of her chest, including a nickels worth of painstakingly pushed up cleavage. Slamming her heel into the concrete, Lauren is getting visibly frustrated at the possibility of being stood up when an old Cadillac El Dorado pulls into the parking spot right in front of her. The soft yellow of the rounded headlights click off as the door creaks open and out steps a portly man wearing a suit and tie.

Dressed in his best courtroom attire, Don smiles and waves as he pulls on his collar. Sweat already forming on his brow, by the time he reaches Lauren he sounds winded. "Hey... Sorry I'm late, you're not mad are you?"

Stopping her pacing, Lauren grins as she looks her date up and down. Noting the finery of his suit, she is preoccupied by the front of his pants. Seeing his excitement, she feels herself get a little clammy as a wet spot starts growing. "Are you that excited to see me?" She asks coyly, her gaze lifting to look her date in the eye. Instead of seeing Donald, she wants to think she is looking at Peter...

Blushing, Donald instantly reaches down to hide his premature expulsion.

"You don't need to be embarrassed..." Lauren says reassuringly as she begins to get excited too. "I take it as a compliment..." Stepping towards her date, she reaches up and pulls his head down and proceeds to give him a very long and raunchy kiss...

For Donald it would be the best night of his life and for Lauren, a delusional fantasy.

Everyone at dinner turns and stare when the bombshell blonde comes walking in. Turning heads as she always does, there is quite a shock when they see she is hanging off of. Instead of some hot and tall guy that they would assume she would be attracted to, they instead see her with some dumpy, potbellied man who everyone can see was not only sprouting a very noticeable boner, but appeared to have already creamed his pants! As Lauren and Donald check in, those who are still waiting for a seat could not help but gossip and giggle.

Looking back over his shoulder, Don is physically not happy with being laughed at and starts to wonder if this is all some elaborate game.

"Now, I don't want to wait so maybe this will help get us get a seat just a little bit faster?" Lauren suggests, slipping a $100 bill out from her purse only to slide it discreetly to the hostess.

Not one to say no to easy money, she takes it by pretending to touch Lauren's hand and then laugh as if they are old friends. "Of course, how did I miss this before? Your reservation is right here, this way."

"Thank you, hun!" Lauren says happily as she strikes a pose as a way of rubbing it into everyone else who has to still wait.

Feeling like a million bucks, Donald no longer cares about the snickers and the whispers of his rapidly premature ejaculation or his obvious hard on. Like his date's proudly pushed out tits, his boner proudly points the way.

Taking their seats, Don and Lauren spend the time before ordering and their meal is delivered obviously flirting! For the patrons this only elicits more looks followed up by even more giggles and chatter! It is obvious to everyone that the man she is with wants to do her and it is funny how she keeps delivering line after line of cheesy cliches while openly flaunting and showing off a body fit for a goddess to a man who looks like he stuffs his face with Cheetos all day long. It only gets worse once their food arrives. Don really reveals his lack of table manners as he eats mostly with his fingers, sucking them clean only to wipe them on the white of his shirt.

Completely oblivious to the mockery that she is making of herself, Lauren looks across the table and sees Peter instead of Don and everything that is disgusting looking suave and debonair.

Eating with his fingers? It's an appetizer that is supposed to be eaten with fingers.

Licking his fingers like lollipops? She replaces that with a more tasteful cleaning followed by a rub of the napkin hanging from his neck.

"I hope that these are half as delicious as those..." Lauren groans as she cups her tits and then squeezes them, making them pop forward from the vice grip that is her fingers.

Completely hypnotized by the onslaught of sexual overtones and blatant overtures of getting him in her bed, Donald stares googly-eyed! Literally drooling with his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth, he just stares at the globes sticking out further and further from Lauren's chest, her strapless dress tightening as it slowly slides down to reveal even more of her milky white skin until a noticeable gap appears. His hypnosis is only interrupted when he suddenly feels a surge he from his ready to blow balls again! "Oh my god..." He face flushing as is already chubby cheeks blow out even more, Don quickly fumbles for the linen haphazardly thrown onto the table. His hand pawing around, his chubby fingers finally grabs it as he leans forward and very visibly explodes when his eyes roll to the back of head while groaning loudly, "Oh!"

"OoOOooOo... I hope you have plenty more because I plan on sucking out every last little delicious drop from those swollen and sexy balls of yours." Lauren says out loud as she wriggles and writhes in her chair. Completely overwhelmed with sexual overdrive, she has no idea how ridiculous she actually looks sliding her hands up and down all over her body and finishing with a flourish of hair tossing into the air. "Mmmmmmmmmm!"

Watching what appears like a porno being played out right in front of him, Don completely overwhelmed gasps for air. Looking around trying to find any way to regain his composure as he slaps his hand around, sending his silverware to the floor, drawing even more attention from the now openly laughing guests seated all around them, Don cannot stop the surge of excitement that comes from knowing he's going to finally bed his dream woman! "Eh... Excuse me!" Bending right down to pick them up and just as he is about to sit back up he gets the view of a lifetime.

Banging his head on the underside of the table, he is too consumed with the sight before him. Thighs wrapped in the tightest of spandex shapewear, he looks right up and at the cross stitched, diamond panel and sees that it is soaking wet! "Oh... My... God..."

Needless to say the moment he popped up, Don waved for the waiter and quickly cashed out!

"Oh baby... Are you going to take me home and deflower me?" Lauren says drunkenly as she literally hangs off of Donald, her hair a mess and her dress crooked. It's so crooked in fact that one of her falsies is clearly sticking out.

Seeing that the blonde is stuffing her bra big time sends even more giggles coming from the ladies as they point with one hand and cover their mouths with the other, one makes a rather public and humiliating comment.

"Wow... **** much? Those might explain it." One woman comments, staring directly at the large glob of silicone sticking out top of the little black, strapless stress.