Hooray for Boobies!

Okay, okay, I know it's a bit of a strange title, but there is an explanation, I promise.

As you already know from the last post, I got another job. I started said job last night. There is a dress code. Red collared shirt and khaki pants. I, of course, had no such type of clothing in my wardrobe, so over the weekend I took advantage of Value Village and the wonders of bargain hunting, and outfitted myself.

So yesterday was my first shift at the movie rental store, and I showed up in really soft faux-suede pants (khaki does not even begin to describe these pants, they are more of a rich camel-type color, and they are gorgeous!!) and a red, embroidered, short sleeved blouse. I felt kind of weird, because I have not had to wear a uniform or specific dress code for years, but somehow still felt like I was looking pretty nice. I need to fix a button, so it was open a little farther than it would be normally, but not too much cleavage was showing, only a tiny bit if I bent over, so I was not worried.

Things were going well, I was learning away, and the other girl I was working with was very friendly. A couple of really cute guys came in, and asked where they could find the X-box games. I showed them where they were, and went back to filing away the returned movies. A few of them happened to be on the other side of the X-box games. (And that actually was not on purpose!) I overheard a conversation between the 2 hotties, one of whom was blonde, and somewhat short and smallish (hot boy#1), and the other was dark, tall, and very football player-type strong shaped (hot boy#2).

(Hot boy#2) "She was nice, hey?"
(Hot boy#1) "She was kinda fat though, didn't you see?"
Oooh! Jerk!
(Hot boy#2) "Not so much. Could be worse. I thought she was kinda hot. Nice ass."
What? You think I have a nice ass? I think I have a fat ass. But THANKYOU!!!
(Hot boy#1) "You ever fucked a fat chick?"
Whoah! Where is this conversation going? Maybe I should move. I didn't.
(Hot boy#2) "No, but I would. I've heard they are more fun."
(Hot boy#1) "They can be. So long as you don't mind a few rolls. But the tits are great."
Hmm. I should really stop listening. What if they see me.
(Hot boy#2) "I did not look. Man. I should have, hers were probably nice."

So at this point, I should have been offended and disgusted that these guys were standing here, discussing women (and me!) as pieces of meat. Strangly (or not so much so) I was not at all. I was, in a way, flattered. The tall dark haired one had readily admitted that he thought I was nice and hot. With a nice ass. I don't think I have ever heard those words before. *Swoon*

I took off back to my computer so they would not know that I had heard. They chose their game and took it to the checkout counter. I was watching the other girl put them through, so that I could learn (and of course get another good look at Hot boy #2, who, upon second look, was extremely good looking, and should have been hot boy#1 because he was by far the hottest of the two).

I smiled at him, he smiled back, and, knowing I was looking at him, totally checked out my rack! And looked back at me. And smiled bigger. I could almost see the dirty thoughts in his head. And felt the echos in mine. He winked. I nearly fainted.

As they walked out the door, my co-worker said "Come back soon."

Hottie McHotBoy hollered back, with another wink and a decidedly bad-boy glint in his eye, "Don't worry, we will!"

I swear to you, the only thought in my head as they left was....

Hooray for Boobies!