Elevator Erotica

I wish! Hahahahaha!

Because, OMG!!! There was an American (I think) hottie (definitely!) in the elevator and it took all of my willpower not to turn around and wink at him. Or stare. Or drool. Then he asked me and the other girl where we worked. I looked at him and I could feel my under-thingies practically falling off. I said the PT thing in hopefully was an uber-cool manner. The other girl was apparently brain-dead and in heaven, as she wasn't able to utter a single thing. Then, the elevator doors opened to reveal my floor. And it seemed I was not yet completely giddy and spasmodic inside coz I was able to hurriedly ask him where he works.

And it's at:  **** , somewhere above 12th Floor. Hurrraaaay and triple-yum!!!!

Maybe they have a job opening there. Hahahaha!