My Special Angie

“You’re killing me, Angie,” I told her, with a frustrated look on my face.




“What, Tommy? What’d I do?”




“You know what.” Angie always came to work wearing the skimpiest, tightest outfits she could find. Today was no different. I looked at her trying to balance on a pair of strappy 4” heels and shook my head in disbelief. Not being able to help it, I allowed my eyes to maneuver up her stockings to the hem of her tiny green skirt. Then, catching myself, I looked directly into her deep brown eyes.




“You just can’t go around teasing us all like that,” I told her, “It’s not right. We have needs.”




“Aw go on. You fellas are too busy working to notice me, anyways.”




Angie turned around with a purposeful swish of her rounded ass and walked down the hallway to the back office. Although she had only been working in our four-man law office for six months, I felt protective of her. She was about nineteen or twenty, a respectable girl, and was too naïve to understand that the attentions she enjoyed from men could lead to more dangerous encounters. I didn’t want her inexperience to make her vulnerable to unwanted advances. Besides, I was kind of hoping that I could be the man to teach her about life and love. I was hoping she would dress like that only for me.




I’ve always been too busy to have much of a personal life. Being thirty-one, I spent most of my time preparing to go to law school, getting through the three grueling years, and finally, studying for the Bar exam. Now, working as a professional in this office, I still had little time to socialize.




Angie was like a breath of springtime sunshine. She was always cheerful as she brought me the mail, making cute little remarks about how she liked my new haircut, or how my tie was her favorite color. I loved the way her fuzzy sweaters hugged her around her trim little waist. I imagined my arms around her, telling her how much I wanted her. I imagined her wanting me, and me being her perfect man.




That afternoon I decided to ask her out for lunch. Lunch is harmless, right? I told her I knew of a great little café down the block where we could go. To my amazement, she agreed – was even looking forward to it, she said.




We walked outside and down to the café. Being a gentleman, I pulled out a seat for her at the table and she sat down. We ordered from the menu and began to have some real conversation. It turned out that we both were from similar backgrounds and shared many ideas. What really peaked my interests, though, was the sparkling imagination I saw in her eyes as she spoke. She was fresh, and new, and bright, and wonderful. I guess I was really falling for her.




Weeks passed, and we found many opportunities to get to know each other. I took her dancing. We went for fancy dinners. There were concerts and shows. All the time I treated her as a princess. When we were together, she was my beacon in the night.




One evening, after having a wonderful night out, we went back to Angie’s apartment for some coffee and dessert. She was wearing a beautiful blue chiffon dress with a plunging neckline, and she looked especially radiant to me.

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