i would like to start this discussion off by saying that maybe you are about to make the mistake of your life.

There's a girl working with you, let's imagine her name is lucy, anyway, this girl is really shy but she has the 'turns into saucy slut 'alike when she takes off her glasses' thing completely down.

She has had a crush on you since you started working there but never been brave enough to act on it, instead she's been there, in the background observing from afar as you mingle with the others, she's listened to you talk about your ex to colleagues etc. All this time she's dreamt of being at your side.

But in the near future, dare i say November 29th you will nail an interview that will make you her boss. Suddenly you're not one of them anymore, you joined the other team. You stop hanging out with the normal crowd and move up a bit, cocktail bars, golfclubs etc.

At first she will think that this is affirmation of the fact that she is looking at the right man for her, definitely. But slowly, gradually you will change. One day you wear an armani suit to work, and it feels great, comments from the guys, looks from the girls, you sir, are obviously hot fucking property. The next day you are invited to a board meeting, when the pawns see you step out you instantly become the most interesting gossip subject for the next weeks. Your ego swells. You realize that your card is not fancy enough anymore, after angsting over it a few days you decide to go with a plain but timeless design, have it printed in japan. It will say 'Management Candidate, Upper Echelons, Fast Tracker, Youwanttoknowme' in black ink on almost perfectly white paper with a small design of a vine laid in gold on the corner opposite to the company name.

Cocaine.

You start an affair with your secretary. A completely sexy dangerous affair, complete with sex in utility closets etc. She's married to a nobody and keeps saying she would leave him for you but there are no feelings involved on your behalf and you realize that she's just being a greedy bitch. However your testosterone and ego are coasting, you keep stalling, having forbidden encounters until the whole company knows. Cocaine.

Then, shit hits the fan, 'lucy' accidentally walks in on you two going at it. Everyone had kept it a secret from her because she's very sensitive.

She breaks down, doesn't show up to work for two weeks. She realizes that the person she's been admiring has turned into a maggot infested ball of managerial excrement who lives for ego. Feeling vulnerable, she decides that she's got to get over it. She meets up with some old friends from high school in hopes that it will cheer her up. These friends, while she's been living the straight life, are partymonsters. The night starts at a bar where some cocktails are had, in a backroom, without lucys knowledge meth and x is scored. The girls want to go clubbing, lucy is hesitant but decides that since YOU have changed she must too, afterall, if she can't get anything as the person she is she'll just turn into someone else. X. At the club drinks are spiked.

(since it's getting kinda late and i really need to go pee i'll try to end it fast)

fast forward to a year later, she's in the gutter, has aids, tb, etc. You're driving along the coast in your bmw when you bend over to pick up the ritalin you just dropped on the floor and go careening off a cliff. Your body explodes in midair.

The last thing you see is your life as is should have been. You decide that the corporate ladder is idiotic and soon quit, realizing your coworkers are a bunch of douchebags. You open a cafe downtown, one that's only open five hours a day, but you still make enough to live nicely. Lucy drops by coincidentially the morning after a bad day at work. You look at each other. Slightly embarrassed say hi, catch up on what's going on. You tell her how great your life's been after you quit. How you're never stressed anymore, how you have so much time to read etc. She expresses jealousy at that. Small talk happens, then, one of you suggests dinner as a better setting for catching up. The other agrees. A restaurant is decided on, it will be next saturday. Come saturday, mildly nervous, even though it's unlike you, you go there meet her at the bar. The restaurant messed up your reservation. The two of you debate what to do. A lightbulb lights up. 'The cafe is really close to here and there's a kitchen there' you say 'what do you say we go there and i cook something nice for just the two of us, afterall, i've had plenty of time to practice since i quit'.

Cut to arrival at cafe.

You run half the way because it suddenly started raining hellamuch. Completely soaked the two of you burst in. The moment you close the door the two of you look at each other and burst into laughter, your shirt is so soaked it clings to your skin, the same can be said for her dress. After the laughter stops a blanket of uncomfortable silence enfolds you both. You look up simultaneously, she blushes. You kiss.

etc. etc. (be brave my poor bladder, i'm emptying my literary gland)

anyway, I hope you give this some thought

ps. i work at a cafe exactly like this and i know for a fact that they are completely sexy to go to in the middle of the night.

pps. if anyone wants to make a dojin game with me, according to this storyline, or something like it, all NHK style, let's talk in this thread. Afterall this is probably one of the longer posts on 4-ch, and probably the most articulate derailment of a potentially 'useful-to-someone' thread so far.

peace out