A faithful wedding invitation

Friday evening, the last meeting is done and I am just about to shutdown my laptop when there's a knock on my door. Fuck no! I want to go home! Wait, the door opens to reveal cute little Paula from HR. She is wearing one of the ugly leopard print dresses I hate. I've jerked of so many times thinking about her I sometimes get hard just seeing her somewhere in the office.

Hey Joe, do you have a minute for me?

Yes, of course. Come on in. I wonder what she is wearing under that ugly dress. I can't understand why so many beautiful women want to wear leopard print. It looks so cheap. Unless she wants to be fucked like a cheap whore. In my mind I am already bending her over my desk and don't hear what she is saying.

Sorry, are you listening? Her question pulls me out of my daydream pounding her from behind like a madmen.

Sorry, long week. Can you repeat that? I smile. She blinks twice at me before she repeats herself.

So, my best friend is getting married this weekend and since Harry and I broke up a few weeks ago... I stop to listen for a second. She is single? My eyes scan her sweet body and that beautiful glasses framed face. Everything is paid and you would only need two things. Behavior and a suit, do you have that?

I have both, yes. I say with confidence.

Okay, great, do you have a picture of that suit or do we have to drive to you? I need to see it in order to make sure it is fitting for the wedding. Is she just inviting herself into my appartment. Oh yes, kneel on my bed Paula!

We can drive to me, I wanted to get home anyways. We meet down in the parkinglot 10 minutes later and while driving to my appartment she tells me everything about the wedding and what is planned. I really only listen for a bit and have my fantasy craft a dream scenario of us banging in every room.

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