When Worlds Collide
iknowbetter
Bitch, Don’t kill my vibe
I was at a corporate holiday party this past weekend. It’s always fun to see all the office girls and everyone’s significant other all decked out - especially here in Miami, where the girls are predominantly Latina, and always dress to impress.
There was one really attractive young woman in particular getting a lot of attention because of her very short, tight dress that left little to the imagination. I immediately recognized her as a dancer from Cheetah Hallandale Beach, with whom I have gotten dances from. I initially tried to avoid her, but at one point in the evening we were standing face to face making eye contact (although I was looking at her tits), so an introduction was inevitable. She was with one of the guys who works for the company who I don’t know very well. He introduced her to me and my wife as his girlfriend, but she might have been a rental. It was clear she recognized me as well, and it was one of those “I know that you know that I know that you know” moments.
She leaned in for a cheek kiss (yes, we kiss in Miami), and she whispered “it’s really nice to meet your wife”. Then she says to both of us “it’s great to meet you, I look forward to seeing you again” while looking me square in the eyes. Walking away, my wife says to me “she’s nice, but that dress is a little too short for a company party - makes her look like a stripper”.
There was one really attractive young woman in particular getting a lot of attention because of her very short, tight dress that left little to the imagination. I immediately recognized her as a dancer from Cheetah Hallandale Beach, with whom I have gotten dances from. I initially tried to avoid her, but at one point in the evening we were standing face to face making eye contact (although I was looking at her tits), so an introduction was inevitable. She was with one of the guys who works for the company who I don’t know very well. He introduced her to me and my wife as his girlfriend, but she might have been a rental. It was clear she recognized me as well, and it was one of those “I know that you know that I know that you know” moments.
She leaned in for a cheek kiss (yes, we kiss in Miami), and she whispered “it’s really nice to meet your wife”. Then she says to both of us “it’s great to meet you, I look forward to seeing you again” while looking me square in the eyes. Walking away, my wife says to me “she’s nice, but that dress is a little too short for a company party - makes her look like a stripper”.
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Anyway, I don't think cash is going away anytime soon.
Wouldn't ya know it, the photographer's assistant was that hottie from the Lux.
She was super cool about things. Gave me a nice smile but, that was it...