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    Project New Girl – (Chapter: After Hours)

    After a lot of sex on a lot of desks, against doors, on sofas… then going out for a lot of take out to feed the appetite we’d worked up… then returning to the office for even more sex – totally unplanned as we’d originally decided that after food we’d finish the pitch – we finally sat down (separately, I might add), to get some proper work done.  My brain was frazzled and I ached all over, but I was still turned on to the point that the way she held her pencil in her hand was enough for me to want to march right back over to her to start round number… I didn’t even know what round number.

    The words, graphs, mood boards, storyboards, scripts, everything in front of me was just a blur and mish-mash of random colours.  If it had been upside down and in Mandarin I wouldn’t have known.  As each picture blended into another all I could make out were legs, breasts, toned stomachs and arms, and a totally erotic sex-face, all belonging to the blonde that was sitting opposite me.  I sighed, realising my attempts were futile.  While I still had a brain and eyes, a beating heart and hands to touch with, all that would be going on within me was Spencer.  And considering it’d take quite a momentous event to rid me of all of those things in one fell swoop at that precise moment, it seemed that fantasizing about bending Spencer over a desk would be all I was capable of thinking of. Maybe that should be my pitch?

    “You should do some work,” Spencer told me, not even looking up as she finished yet another cue card in preparation for our big moment with Coke the following day.

    “You should be quiet,” I told her, “I’m thinking.”

    “Thinking about making me come again doesn’t class as working, Ashley,” she pointed out, sounding like a school teacher.  She’d make a hot school teacher.  Kindergarten, preferably… any older and the boys would be perving over her.  Or maybe it was just me who was sexually in tune when I was about 8.  ‘In tune’, not active, mind!

    “I was actually thinking about audience demographics and time-slots for the ad campaign,” I quickly mustered.

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