There’s this coworker who just wouldn’t stop coming on to me. It would have been nice, except we both are women. I do have a share of a past lesbian experience-slash-relationship which I considered to be a “phase” however it had been haunting me since it began. I love the attention I’m getting but it just wouldn’t work out with me. As her advances drive me insane, I thought of writing what I would have wanted to do as opposed to actually doing it. Hopefully this could get it off my system, somewhat.
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It’s my application day, and I thought I looked appropriate for a plump 30-year old lady. Wearing my favorite button-down blouse tucked in my sleek fitting slacks, I thought I’d be able to land this job easily. Being a professional starting private practice needing a bump up in daily expenditure, I sure could use this extra job. I was set for a teaching demo that will decide if I get (officially) to be hired as a teacher. I was standing outside the room and this other lady approached me. I suspected she was a bit older than me or at least the same age as I. She was petite, hair tied back in a bun, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, chiffon blouse tucked in her skinny jeans, clutching what appeared to be a bunch of folders. She stopped in front of me and asked me what my name was. I said, “I’m Joey.” And she said, “Joey what?” I responded, “Joey Black” and she said, I’ll see more of you, Joey Black.”
I didn’t know why but she pissed the crap out of me and each moment I saw her since.