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Brigitte92
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A game of cat and mouse (CLOSED)
Eileen found herself, as with most Saturday evenings, typing away at her laptop (with a large energy drink at her side). As always, her work seemed to follow her home, given the workload that came with her job as a risk analyst. It was a decent job, given that she'd only recently graduated three years ago. Now twenty-five years of age, she was in a good place, eying the possibility of pursuing a masters degree very soon.
Of course however, not everything was perfect. Her work was not only stressful due to the workload, but also from the relationship between her peers. She was the most sought-after female in the office, that's for sure. That said, she constantly had to be alert - while sexual harassment was strictly against the bank's policy (not to mention against he law) it was an obstacle that she had to cross on a near daily basis. After all, she did have a body that seemed to be made strictly for sin - much more than a handful breasts, matched with a fit hourglass figure, long legs, soft skin - she simply had a look that most men (and some women) found completely irresistible. That said, she didn't actively look for sexual partners. She did, after all, have only two boyfriends and only a handful of moments of intimacy.
Eileen, more or less, lived on her own. She did, technically, share her apartment with her brother, the latter of which practically begged her to let him escape from the clutches of their overprotective parents. This wasn't so bad, given the fact that Tom was out of her hair on most occasions. However, the real negative side came from the fact that his best friend, Ryan, came over from time to time.
Ryan was eighteen, just like her brother, a high school senior well on his way to college. However, unlike her sibling, Ryan was more of the athletic type, to say the least. After all, he definitely had the figure for it - he stood at about 5'10, quite a bit taller than her 5'7" frame, dressing accordingly to show off his physique. He was not exactly a body-builder - but had a greatly toned figure of a star swimmer.
Anyway, that wasn't the problem; the real problem was that Ryan actively sought her out. That is, he'd show up from time to time and ask whether Tom was around the hang out. Eileen, being the woman that she is, would invite him in out of good manners and he seemed to take advantage of the situation to greedily scan about her body with his eyes. Over time, he even got so bold as to comment on her figure, or show she dressed. It was obvious that he lusted after her and she was ashamed, to say the least, that he managed to get her to blush from time to time.
He didn't show up that Saturday evening. Instead, Eileen's phone rang - she had just received a text message from Ryan.
"Hey theres a party at my place. Tom wants you to come. Peace"
She scoffed at the idea of going...at least at first.
"...I could use some time away from all of this." She thought to herself, before caving in. Eileen simply got up, took her purse and went over to Tom's house down a few streets. After all, Tom was there...what could Ryan possibly do?
OOC: Closed for Elvenoff1 and I.
Eileen found herself, as with most Saturday evenings, typing away at her laptop (with a large energy drink at her side). As always, her work seemed to follow her home, given the workload that came with her job as a risk analyst. It was a decent job, given that she'd only recently graduated three years ago. Now twenty-five years of age, she was in a good place, eying the possibility of pursuing a masters degree very soon.
Of course however, not everything was perfect. Her work was not only stressful due to the workload, but also from the relationship between her peers. She was the most sought-after female in the office, that's for sure. That said, she constantly had to be alert - while sexual harassment was strictly against the bank's policy (not to mention against he law) it was an obstacle that she had to cross on a near daily basis. After all, she did have a body that seemed to be made strictly for sin - much more than a handful breasts, matched with a fit hourglass figure, long legs, soft skin - she simply had a look that most men (and some women) found completely irresistible. That said, she didn't actively look for sexual partners. She did, after all, have only two boyfriends and only a handful of moments of intimacy.
Eileen, more or less, lived on her own. She did, technically, share her apartment with her brother, the latter of which practically begged her to let him escape from the clutches of their overprotective parents. This wasn't so bad, given the fact that Tom was out of her hair on most occasions. However, the real negative side came from the fact that his best friend, Ryan, came over from time to time.
Ryan was eighteen, just like her brother, a high school senior well on his way to college. However, unlike her sibling, Ryan was more of the athletic type, to say the least. After all, he definitely had the figure for it - he stood at about 5'10, quite a bit taller than her 5'7" frame, dressing accordingly to show off his physique. He was not exactly a body-builder - but had a greatly toned figure of a star swimmer.
Anyway, that wasn't the problem; the real problem was that Ryan actively sought her out. That is, he'd show up from time to time and ask whether Tom was around the hang out. Eileen, being the woman that she is, would invite him in out of good manners and he seemed to take advantage of the situation to greedily scan about her body with his eyes. Over time, he even got so bold as to comment on her figure, or show she dressed. It was obvious that he lusted after her and she was ashamed, to say the least, that he managed to get her to blush from time to time.
He didn't show up that Saturday evening. Instead, Eileen's phone rang - she had just received a text message from Ryan.
"Hey theres a party at my place. Tom wants you to come. Peace"
She scoffed at the idea of going...at least at first.
"...I could use some time away from all of this." She thought to herself, before caving in. Eileen simply got up, took her purse and went over to Tom's house down a few streets. After all, Tom was there...what could Ryan possibly do?
OOC: Closed for Elvenoff1 and I.
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