Your name is Anon. You work as a telemarketer selling printers for a company called AdventureWorks. Unfortunately, you have turned out as a bit of a loser over the years. You are not particularly unattractive, and take care of your personal hygiene well enough. However, you suffer from a severe lack of confidence. People easily get away with pushing you around. You have the lowest salary out of all your co-workers partly because you close the least sales, and partly because you're too conflict-averse to negotiate your pay effectively. You still desire to be taken seriously, which is something that your co-workers have caught on to and relentlessly mock you for.
It is a Sunday, and you have work tomorrow. Despite this, you are currently out on one of your routine midnight strolls. The cacophony from numerous clubs and bars is drowned out by the moody music blaring from your cheap earbuds.
Suddenly, something is falling towards you in your peripheral vision. Before you get a chance to react, the young woman collides into you from your side, grabbing onto your shoulders to regain her footing. She presses her arms against yours to try and reform her balance, and you can feel the warmth of her bare arms through your shirt. Her nose accidentally nudges the side of your neck, and you look down on the beautiful face that is alarmingly close to yours. A realization hits you: It's Julia, one of your co-workers. You instantly feel your muscles freeze up, and are overcome with a sinking feeling. One wrong move and everyone at the office will think that you are a predator. A couple of seconds pass and Julia is still grasping onto you like this, still not ready to stand on her own legs.
"Sorry," Julia says with a nervous laugh, still not recognizing you. "I've had a little too much." Julia looks very different from how you normally see her at work. Her ponytail has been let out, revealing beautiful dark locks. Julia's sexy, glossy makeup feels like something that was never intended for your eyes. Just seeing her cute, petite face painted this way is making you dizzy. Her plain work attire is now exchanged for a low-cut, cotton-spandex dress that tightly hugs her fit body. As you look into her dilated hazel eyes, the height difference makes it inevitable to notice the exaggerated cleavage from her breasts pressing up against your midsection. Her dress rides up her leg as she is swaying around, leaving her exposed thigh rubbing up against your cock through your sweatpants. Luckily, she seems too drunk too even notice your raging erection visibly pressing into the soft tissue on the inside of her thigh. Julia still hasn't let go of your arms.
"Anon! What are you doing here?" Julia shouts excitedly, her voice signalling both positive surprise and absolute disbelief that she found you anywhere near a dance club. You are completely stunned by her positive greeting. She seems genuinely happy to see you. You can hardly believe your ears.
"I, uh - I live here," you respond awkwardly. "Oh" Julia sounds out, clearly circling around the fact that this place is a shit-hole to live in.
It's clearly your turn to say something. "A-Are your friends here with you?" you blurt out.
She looks around her with an anxious smile.
"Hehe, no they left a second ago. I thought I was going home with this one guy, but I'm starting to think he left without me..." For a moment, there is an embarrassed look on her face that you did not think was possible on girls like Julia. As she continues, Julia tries to hide the anxiety and uncertainty in her voice - she's stranded. "My phone's dead, and I don't really want to get into some random cab, you know? Not in this neighborhood... So I'm not really sure what to do, haha... Did you say you lived nearby?