Recently, I quit my job at a PR firm in southern Illinois. There was about 20 of us on staff, and this woman, Staci, and I worked closely for about 14 months on special projects assigned by our boss.
The job was fine, but Staci was dumber than a bag of rocks. She was about 6 months out of college and just didn't understand what she was doing more than half the time.
However, what Staci lacked in skills, she made up up for in looks. Well built, busty and always professional, Staci was the dream office bang.
She was 6-foot, brunette, with smokey blue eyes. She wore a C-cup bra and had a very tight core. Her hips were wide, making for an excellent, juicy ass, and had killer thick thighs.
Staci gave off a very feminist vibe. Always posting that kind of stuff on Facebook and just having that all-around sense about her. She rarely went out with the others of us who went for drinks and such.
But yesterday, my final day, a group of us went out for drinks. Surprisingly, Staci agreed. About a couple hours in and we had all gotten significantly drunk. We shared stories about college and getting too drunk and eventually ex-lovers.