The Shoreditch Flasher
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I went for a job interview today in Shoreditch. Outfit, hair, shoes, all looking perfect. As I rang the buzzer to enter the building where I was interviewing a man walked past me. visibly grabbed his crotch. He licked his lips and nodded his head.
My first though: ew! My second thought: Well, guess this means look sexy. My third thought: Can I blog about this?
The man circled around a dumpster (skip) and walked into the street. He looked shifty. He was medium-build black man wearing a striped brown jumper and brown trousers.
For whatever reason I had to wait several minutes before the person that was interviewing me let in the building.
I waited. And waited. I checked my e-mail on my phone. I looked around at the area. I suddenly saw that weird guy walking towards me. “Here we go again.” I thought. He’s gonna hit on me. I’m going to have to go through the who spiel about how I have a boyfriend and I’m not looking for a “friend.” How he can’t have my number and how I don’t want his number.
Instead of that, he charged toward me. He pulled down his trousers and his underwear and there was his big black erect cock. I was sooooo not expecting that.
“Pervert! Pervert!”
I screamed.
He immediately turned around ran up the street. Seconds later, my interviewer exited the building.
“Anjelika great to see you. Let’s go to the coffee shop on the corner, shall we?”
The only response I could muster was, “Oh my God. I was just flashed!”
My first though: ew! My second thought: Well, guess this means look sexy. My third thought: Can I blog about this?
The man circled around a dumpster (skip) and walked into the street. He looked shifty. He was medium-build black man wearing a striped brown jumper and brown trousers.
For whatever reason I had to wait several minutes before the person that was interviewing me let in the building.
I waited. And waited. I checked my e-mail on my phone. I looked around at the area. I suddenly saw that weird guy walking towards me. “Here we go again.” I thought. He’s gonna hit on me. I’m going to have to go through the who spiel about how I have a boyfriend and I’m not looking for a “friend.” How he can’t have my number and how I don’t want his number.
Instead of that, he charged toward me. He pulled down his trousers and his underwear and there was his big black erect cock. I was sooooo not expecting that.
“Pervert! Pervert!”
I screamed.
He immediately turned around ran up the street. Seconds later, my interviewer exited the building.
“Anjelika great to see you. Let’s go to the coffee shop on the corner, shall we?”
The only response I could muster was, “Oh my God. I was just flashed!”
posted by Naive London Girl at 10/29/2009 08:35:00 PM
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3 Comments:
Hmm. Yeah that is a tad bit weird. Lol.
Desperate men do desperate things. Always be ready to fight back in case you need to.
Its soooooo wrong.....You should have pointed and laughed that would have stopped him doing it to anyone else again!
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