How long is this meeting going to last? Richard thought, annoyed at the long waste of time he seemed to be stuck in. Anderson was droning on and on about quarterly projections; Richard had crunched most of these numbers earlier in the week, which caused sitting through the meeting even worse.
He absentmindedly slipped his hand inside his suit jacket and scratched his left boob. Anderson's voice droned on and on. They could have at least found someone interesting to give the presentation. He scanned the room. At the end of the table, diligently taking notes was the new girl. What was her name again? Suzie? Sarah? Samantha? Definitely something with an 'S'. He smiled a friendly smile at her when she made eye contact with him, then turned away. It was alright to look, but not touch, that was his policy.
Not that he would touch, mind you. He just wasn't that kind of guy. He wondered sometimes how the rest of the guys did it, how they had such a high sex drive. Richard himself could barely keep up with his wife's sexual needs (if he was keeping up at all). It just seemed that having sex wasn't as high a priority to him as everything else.
But boy oh boy was the new girl ever a looker. Richard brushed his long hair behind his ear so that he could get a quick glance at her again. Her build was probably similar to Richard's, big boobs, nice ass, slender legs. If he were into that kind of thing, he figured they could probably swap clothes! Not that he was a crossdresser. He was a red-blooded heterosexual male, and that was that.
As Anderson clicked to the next slide on his powerpoint, Richard adjusted himself in his seat so that his underwear wasn't riding into his vagina so much. For a brief moment he wondered if he was in hell and this meeting was a punishment for some unknown sin in his past.
Meanwhile, Jon and Karyn...
