Friday, March 30, 2012

Drabble Day 7

This feels slightly uninspired, but here is my contribution.
I’d been slinging overpriced lattes to yuppies demanding them in increasingly intricate ways since five in the morning. Since it was past eleven, my shift was almost over, but not yet. Patience becomes thinner, I’ve discovered, the closer it is to quitting time. I just want to go home, curl up with my cat, and read a good book. A good dirty book.

That’s when she walks in.

My boss that fired me because she wanted my cock. Somehow, in her twisted mind, if she fired me, we’d fuck.

Never mind that I wasn’t at all attracted to her. Gross.
Dawnie's drabble.

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