Barry "the Barrower"

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Amelia "Millie" Satra was an office bombshell of a woman. Currently in her late 20s, Millie was always the center of attention at her workplace. She had long, voluminous brown hair, curvy thighs, excellent legs, and breasts which were so perfectly shaped you'd think they were fake (but completely natural).

She worked as the Personal Assistant to the head of the lawyer firm they worked in, which was rather sizable for its employee pool of around 40 people. Millie dealt with all manner of typical tasks, such as setting up and confirming meetings or bringing coffee and documents to her boss Frederick. Fred was about 20 years older than Millie and happily married with 2 kids, which relieved Millie beyond belief as she had constantly been subject to ogling and sleazy behavior at her previous jobs given her perfect figure - but she still caught the rare glimpse Fred would take and fail to conceal at her breasts every now and then. Given how it wasn't so frequent, however, she considered it merely a compliment.

There was one loser who did not conceal his ever-constant glances at Millie whenever the chance arose, however. Barry "the Barrower" Corvins, one of the most successful lawyers within the firm, who was notorious for his asshole-ish nature towards any female that was a 7/10 or over.

Barry came from the highschool jock background, bursting with overconfidence, allegedly "conquering" countless girls in his schooldays and even coming up with a stupid nickname, "the Barrower", to match his first name. His nickname's origin (which he so loves to share) comes from his gimmick of making any girl he has sex with do the "Wheelbarrow" position and command them to yell out 'Barrow me Baby!' He does this while filming them, but not before making sure they hand over their full permission to be a part of his conquered slut "collection" while looking into the camera, mainly so that they can't go back on it by the time they sober up or think clearly.

He was the kind of guy who never changed. Neither dashingly handsome nor ugly, but he was cunning -- and didn't respect women at all.

Millie constantly thought about reporting Barry to Fred for his ogling and teasing. He never directly said anything about trying to wheelbarrow her, but she could tell from his eyes that she had become a target which wasn't going to fade with time.

However, as previously stated, Barry was a top lawyer and he was just careful enough to not provide any indisputable proof that he was a sleazeball for her to pass on to Fred and get his ass fired. So she spent most encounters ignoring or avoiding Barry as much as possible.

Millie currently has a boyfriend named Eric. Eric wasn't a jock but also not a loser, he was a kind, considerate guy who was straightforward with Millie and therefore was given a chance to be with her over the other popular monkeys not even hiding their intent to date her for sex and and bragging rights.

However, that had been years ago. They had been together for 4 years but recently a lot of strain had been placed on both of them due to Eric going to a university in an entirely different city. Had it been anyone else, she wouldn't give them the option for a long-distance relationship but Eric was worth it, She just wasn't coping as well as she thought with the complete lack of sex outside of the very rare visits they are to arrange every few months.

Back to the present, Millie was driving to Barry's house for the annual Millie of year celebration party. Under any other circumstances, she wouldn't even dream of visiting this place but given that 40 or so other people would be there - all of whom she was on good terms with - with she knew she wouldn't be in harms way, unless she put herself in it.

*BZZZZZZ*

She received a text from Eric.

"Hey babe, hope the party goes well! You deserve it after all that stress you've been dealing with this year :) I'm about to start class soon so I'll be quiet from now on but let me know if you needa talk or anything, bye! XXOO"

"Such a cutie..." she mumbled to herself.

Millie pulled up outside Barry's house. At first she thought she'd had trouble finding the place, but once on the right street, the blaring music and typical red beer cups on the cheap plastic tables set on the front lawn left no doubt in her mind.

The first to notice her was her best work buddy Tessa. Tessa was a typical gal, funny and caring so Millie and she got along well, especially in their shared hatred for Barry's antics.

'Heey girlfriend! How're ya doin!?' she said while wrapping Millie in an ecstatic hug.

'Haha, not too bad babe, hows the party going so far? Barry "The bastard" been pulling any shit yet?' Millie asked.

'He's made some subtle passes at a few of the girl, yours truly included - not like my drunk ass would even consider it anyway haha!'

'No kidding haha!'

'Come on, let's help you find something to take the stressful year's edge off.'

The two walked inside and found the place loaded with beer coolers, buckets with ice and bottles, ales, spirits and every alcoholic beverage you could imagine. Seemed like Barry was keen to make sure everyone was drunk; boy, I wonder why.

"HOWDY THERE GIRLS! Welcome to Barry's dream shack."

Barry appeared behind the two like a vulture stalking its prey. He placed his hands on the two women's shoulders and leaned in to greet them and take a look at their cleavage while he had the chance. The two saw through this brazen attempt and shook off his hands. What Millie didn't notice was his hand slipping into her purse on her shoulder and taking out her phone discreetly.

“Hey... yeah thanks Barry..." Millie replied.

'So! What can I treat you to? I bought a shitload of everything so help yourself. We’ve got the typical beers, stouts, ciders, spirits - hell, even absinthe. But I'd recommend sticking to the ciders, the heavy stuff is for the lads who can handle it.”

Millie's brow twitched in response to this. The punk pretty much just called her a lightweight because she was a woman?

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NOTE: Again, feel free to add on any alternative routes you may think of!