Keep lying

“Well, um, Mr. Slate sent me to pick up that proposal you’re working on…”

You trail off as Malorie crosses her arms and looks like she’s about to blow, and not in the good way.

Feeling one hundred percent less confident than you were five minutes ago, you figure you might as well come clean.

“Actually, I found out you lived here because… hey, what’s wrong?”

Luckily you didn’t have to go with honesty, because for some reason Malorie bursts into tears.

“It doesn’t matter why you’re here!” she sobs as she throws herself in your arms.  “I’m just glad you are.”

You hold her close as she buries her face into your shoulder.  “Is there anything I can do to help?” you ask, suddenly feeling your confidence rise.  And thanks to Malorie’s firm tits pressing into your chest, your confidence isn’t the only thing rising.

Just as Malorie starts answering you, you begin sliding your hands down to her tight ass.

Bad move.

“Just being here to comfort me is… Hey!  What the fuck are you doing?!?” she screams as she feels you groping her ass.  She shoves you away and looks down at your bulge, and not the cell phone bulge.  “Is that what I was feeling poking my stomach?!?  I just broke down in tears and was about to confide in you, and you try to take advantage of me?  You’re just like the rest of them!

GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Nothing you can say will get you out of this mess.  After a minute of begging, followed by a slap in the face, you’re on your way back to the pizza joint for a couple of beers.  One to drink, and one for your throbbing cheek.

THE END