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Saturday, September 03, 2005

It Only Takes A Minit



So, I arived at 'Quids In' on Thursday night to have my proper interveiw for the office job. The shop was closed so it was just me and Dave the manager. He sat me down in his office and I felt a bit like Sharon Stone in Basic Instincs cuz Dave was slumped back on this comfy sofa while I was sat on this plastic chair a few metres away. I could sware he was looking up my skirt the dirty git.

I got asked about my prevois expereince so I started rattling on about my beauty coarse at collige and the part time work I did before I got sacked. Dave then told me he was'nt that botherd about my prevois work expereince and said "I just wanna know how expereinced you are" with a bloody big twinkle in his eyes. The dirty bastard.

So, it seems that the only way the Shampayne was gonna get this job was to give sexual favers. I dont know what it is with me and men. They always want my body. Not that I can blame them but this time I dont wanna cheat on my lovely Colin. I have never been faithful in my life before meeting Col and didnt want to start now. But needs must and I ended up on my knees giving Dave a big blowy. It was alright but he kept grabbing my poneytale and saying "cmon bitch, suck that dick", just like some cheap porno film.

He came all over my gold chain and started making crap jokes about giving me a perl necklace to match the bling bling. I said "I had better fucking have this job now you git" and he said "all the candedates have to do that, if you realy want it then its a case of going all the way". Bugger! There I was chowing down on his manmeat thinking that giving head isnt realy being unfaithful and that I wouldnt have to tell Colin. I didnt think for a minit I was gonna have to let him plow my ladygarden. I thought about it and then thought 'fuck it', if I am gonna get dobbed in to Col for screwing someone else, I may as well get a job out of it and one that earns you money rather than giving you jaw ache.

Dave insisted on doing me on all fores and kept grabbing my hare and saying "take that cock, cmon take that cock you bitch!". All I could think of were those awful porn films that mom and dad used to watch before they got a dvd player. At least I wasnt getting DVDA like the one poor actress did in "Madame Hussein And Her Weapons Of Mass Seduction". For all of you who dont know what DVDA is, its double anal double vaginel. Its not for the light *hearted* I tell ya.

Dave did me twice and then said "okay, the job is yours" as he wiped his knob on the curtains, "you can start on Monday and dont be late".

Well, I havent even started the job yet - but I am late. Yes, it seems that I am now possibly preggers and it could be Daves or Colins. I dont realy want a baby as I am too young but if I end up having a seventh abortoin it mite wreck my chances of having a kid when I am ready for it. Shit. Anyway, nothing is for certain just yet as I am waiting for Shelly to come back from town with my preggers testing kit. She said that Supadrug has a blind spot and her and Charlie are going on the rob. I told her to get me two kits just in case. I wanna be doubley sure.

I dont know, I just think that no matter how smart and manipulatev I am as a woman, theres always some bloke that ends up getting the upper hand with the Shampayne. I tell you summat, that Dave had better not think its gonna be a regular shag session. I can hardly come home from a hard day at the office with my knickers smelling like a ripe peace of brie or a salmon muller corner can I? Colin is gonna know summats up when he goes down on me and finds that I am oozing mansoup from my foo foo. Grose.

I will of coarse let you know all about it. I just wish I had never set eyes on that 'Quids In' shop. I certainly got more for my pound that I bargined for. A good pounding more like.

On a brighter note, the meal went realy well and dad loved the pie. We burnt the crispy pancakes though as I thought it said 32 minits in the oven and it was only 12. Bad result! Still, my sister looked dead cute in the waitress outfit, even if she does desprately need a good waxing down there. She will be able to plait that hare soon if she dont watch out!

Laters x

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are a fucking disgrace and a REALLY bad example to others.

Have you not heard of condoms?

You deserve everything you get, including a whole host of STIs and a baby that will spend its first five years licking the windows on a bus.

I used to think your blog was good, but it seems that all you ever do is get fucked and then tell us about it in great detail.

It's not big, it's not clever and you're nothing but a WHORE.

4:32 PM

 
Blogger Dom said...

Aargh Shammy, what are you gonna do if you really ARE pregnant?? What if you tell Col it's his and then it comes out looking like a mini-bastard manager?? You should have bitten the guy's cock off.

Anyway don't worry too much, my cousin was late once.

5:14 PM

 
Blogger Andrew said...

Dom I just dont know what to do. One thing is for sure, if Dave tries it on again I am not only gonna bite his cock off, I will post it to his wife with a complaments slip from the office.

Dirty no good bastard deserves all he gets.

5:44 PM

 
Blogger Dom said...

Absofuckinglutely. If you are preggy with his then make sure you screw him for child support. Wanker.

Has the crimson tide still not reached the shores of Shampayne?? Ooh you poor girl :(

7:24 PM

 

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