When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she...added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing trade. Even if I say so myself, I look good in my uniform. That’s the one I normally wear. I’m five. "Jeez,don't you ever leave that knob of yours alone?" He just stuck his tongue out further & shoved his bony hips forward at me,leering like an old perv'."Nah,mate,it's me bessy mate,me knob is...well 'cept after you & even then I aint too sure".I just shook me head at him & muttered 'cunt'.Stevie chuckled & flopped down next to me nudging me with his skinny elbow,"Fuck,I love it here,wish I could stay 'ere all the time"Yeah,ok it WAS a neat place to 'escape' to but it weren't sodding. My slender fingers flow gently across your skin; tracing your skin as if you were a canvas and my finger tips the bristles of a paint brush. Carefully they paint your body revealing every freckle and scar of your perfect nude body. Moaning you roll over to reveal beautiful breasts and large plump nipples. You, My heavenly canvas, waiting to be painted gently and then building up until my fevered brush strokes release a torrent of purpose and desire upon you. Seeking perfection with every. ’ ‘God you are crude.’ ‘I am not.’ ‘You are so.’ That was where it usually stopped. But last night Rhona pulled her trigger. ‘You asshole, you might be a top attorney but you know fuck-all about women.’ ‘And that’s all I need to know.’ ‘You are absolutely boring in bed. You have no clues about seduction.’ ‘Well if you were tighter in the cunt you’d get off before I did and we wouldn’t have this problem. You are the problem.’ Rhona fumed, ‘No, we have a problem and should get it sorted,’ ‘You.