Four days later before I got ready for bed, I noticed an email with the subject of "Consolation Prize." I almost deleted it as spam, but something about the address seemed familiar, so I opened it with a mental reminder not to click on any links in case a virus was attached. But then I laughed so hard, tears pricked the corners of my eyes. Dear Holly I-Don't-Know-Your-Last-Name, It is with much regret that I am writing to inform you that you have not won the grand prize of $1000.00 that we agreed to split, minus tax deductions. It's a huge bummer to me, because that means I'll still have to do stupid jobs—like standing around the mall for several hours in holiday mayhem—just so I can buy groceries. I know it's probably not what you were asking Santa for, but Hairy if you're not too depressed about losing—and your ego has recovered from your run-in with the Culligan Man—I received $50 from the survey company for my troubles. I'd like to offer you a date with me as a consolation prize so I can buy you that drink I promised. 'Tis the season, Chris, the Survey Guy P.S. Don't make me beg. Please. My own ego is fragile these days. I hovered my mouse over the button to reply and clicked. But once I was staring at the blank body of my response, I couldn't think of anything to write. At least not as clever as what he had composed. I settled with a quick answer that I'd be happy to accept the prize if he named the place and time, japanese and then I clicked to send before I could change my mind. The next morning, there was another email from Chris. It was even shorter than mine. He'd merely stated to meet at a popular uptown coffee shop that afternoon. I couldn't keep my legs still at work. It was so unlike me to fidget with my pen or constantly restack the paperwork on the reception desk, but that's what I did. I kept reminding myself it was just coffee. He was just doing this because he was a nice guy, and maybe he'd felt guilty for making me look like I couldn't walk. As the hours crept on and the front doors remained closed for the most part, I prayed more members would come into the gym to make asian the time go faster. But the fact that it had snowed overnight and it was the Friday before Christmas meant the activity on the floor was pretty thin. I'd arranged to take a lunch at the end of my shift and leave early for the day so I could meet Chris, though that just made me more antsy because my stomach started gurgling around noon. At least I think it was from hunger. Once it was time to clock out, I found myself lingering in the bathroom stall. I wanted to see him again, right? We'd had a good conversation at the mall. He was easy on the eyes, and that one dimple that his left cheek revealed whenever he smiled only made him more attractive. Not to mention, he wanted to see me again. If he wasn't interested, he wouldn't have reached out. In fact, Piper and I both invited Kyle to come and fuck us anytime that he wanted. I didn’t care at this point I was so up amped up and horny I just knew I wanted to continue fucking her. God! He must be drawing. He came to me dropping his lungi behind him. I was so close. She felt a rope pulling her hands up until her body was asian parallel to the ground, head hanging back. Just as she was about to turn over, and let him see her stiff nipples, she felt him give her a playful slap on her ass and say. Today's tasks will establish limits but expand the reach Hairy of our team. Great job raising her.” My hips were pressed against her tight ass, and I made sure she’d feel my hard cock as I kissed her. Flustered, I darted out of the room before Mom found us. She could see that Jake was having troubles not staring at her breasts, and this japanese turned her on even more.