Cleavage Hypnosis?
10:39PM on September 24, 2008

Sitting at an office desk often gives a fairly limited line of vision for the person sitting behind it especially if the computer screen is parked in your way but can give a very different view for those standing on the other side. We dub frequent clients by cute little nicknames to suit their personalities since I don’t often catch actual titles it just makes things fun. “Dirty rocker boy” is one of these. He never says much, plays in a band, and while he isn’t really dirty as in actually dirt he did live up to his nickname today. While I took care of his new girlfriends business and typed her updated information into the computer. I glanced up to see him staring down my shirt. I was showing a few inches of cleavage (not a big deal) but my super fast typing speed was making me jiggle ALOT. I couldn’t exactly stop typing because hey I am a busy girl and pulling at my shirt would have just brought more attention to the fact right? He didn’t turn those baby blues away from my jiggling breasts for a second and just went right on oogling away. So after a couple minutes of this his girlfriend who was noticing this little interaction the whole time sternly says “I think you should go start the car” . To which the poor guy replies with a “HUH?” shakes his head a couple times and says “right ,I’ll do that” before he heads out the door. I finished up a little later and when the door shuts behind her I collapse into giggles.