In The Eye Of The Beholder
She was pretty enough, and she was outgoing and personable without being annoyingly cute or disappointingly bitchy.
But all of that was obscured, (or highlighted, depending on where you stood) by the biggest set of store-bought mammaries that I have seen in recent memory. Her top was low cut, and her outfit buttoned up just below her obvious assets, acting as a a sort of push-up re-enforcement, I suppose. They didn’t spill out, per se. They were just…THERE.
But like I said, she was a nice enough girl. She purchased her beverages, (with money retrieved from a wallet and purse adorned with Playboy Magazine Bunny logos) and she and her boyfriend went on their way. A male co-worker followed them out the door for a closer look. A female co-worker passed them by on her way back into the store.
The female co-worker’s observation: “Did you see her shoes?”
