He catcalled me so I sucked his dick, and it was so worth it [FM]

There are three certainties in life: death, taxes, and getting wolf-whistled/catcalled/heckled if you are even a remotely attractive woman. Getting catcalled walking to work is just one reason of a long list of why I find it tedious to go into the office. Like seriously, there’s nothing that can’t be achieved by working from home. Luckily, most things have moved to WFH and having to go into the office is a rarity now. Anyway, I digress.

Last Friday I had dressed to impress, because I was going into the office on one of those rare occasions for an “important” meeting. It doesn’t take long in the corporate world to learn that these old upper-management suits all love dolled-up Asian eye-candy. To be honest, I don’t mind obliging, because I like dressing up, and it helps me get what I want in the boardroom. Friday’s outfit of choice was a tight dark blue thigh-length dress, earrings, heels, full face of makeup and bright red lipstick.