I was on the end of our group when a guy came up to me. "Hi. What's theoccasion?"I looked at the guy interrupting our girls night out.. "Payday." Oh.... Right on. What do you do?"Asking me what I do? How cliche! "Cashier at the grocery store down thestreet." Nice. I work for an advertising firm. It's payday for me too. I'mjust out with my buddies for one of our birthdays." I see," I replied. He kept smiling despite me giving him brisk answers."I was going to come over here and buy you a. ?Who is the most important man in your life?? ?You are!? ?Who do you have to please above all other people on earth?? ?I have to please you!? ?Do you think that you should be warmly supportive of everything I say and do?? ?Of course. I’m sorry. I’m so incredibly stupid. You are doing the right thing. I’m just a dumb idiot who didn’t understand.? ?Are you my eager little fuck toy?? Lisa nodded enthusiastically, a regular bobble head Barbie. . I then got my blonde wig, and fixed it on and looked in the mirror, ‘wow’ I thought to myself I actually look quite good. Finally I put my knee high boots on, red to match the skirt and zipped them up. So there I was in a hotel room, dressed to the nines in red boots, black stockings, red skirt, black top and blonde wig, with a dark smoky eye shadow and bright red lips. I kept adjusting my skirt as I was worried that it was too short and I sat down and crossed my legs. Heather came out at. She couldn't. May could feel heat rising in her cheeks again and silently thanked her promiscuous co-worker as Brenda stood between them. “Hey there, is there anything I can help you with?” She smiled, leaning over the back of the chair giving him a full view of her rack, the smooth tanned mounds straining against their bright green prison, both yearning to fall free of her bra and sky blue shirt. “I’m perfectly fine here.” He looked past her to where May hid and waited patiently. Brenda.