Samantha
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James' chance came on Wednesday of the same week he'd determined to invite her to dinner and a movie. He was working late. Everyone else had left the office, Sam included. The cleaning crew had come and gone, and James was alone at his desk, a mountain of paperwork to clear, when Samantha's voice startled him.
"Hello, James," she said.
He jerked upright in his chair.
"Don't worry," Sam said, "I'm not here to jump your bones." She held up her purse. "I forgot this."
"That's not why I jumped. I thought I was alone. You startled me."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She turned to leave. James looked at her ass, through the tight slacks she was wearing. His cock stirred at the sight of the sleek, round mounds. "Wait! Don't go."
She paused, turning, and James' gaze went to her breasts. "Why not?" she asked. "You have a new insult for me? Another joke at my expense? A vile name you haven't called me yet?"
"I haven't insulted you," James reminded her. "I haven't told any jokes about you, either, and I haven't called you any names other than 'Samantha.'" He paused, swallowed. "In fact," he admitted, "I'm attracted to you."
She laughed.
"Really," James insisted. "I am."
"Right."
"Seriously."
"Oh?" She waited, hands crossed below her magnificent breasts, her expression indicating that she knew some insensitive remark or offensive comment would be forthcoming.
James nodded. "I can't get the thought of you out of my mind."
Sam's posture relaxed somewhat, but she remained wary. "My having a penis and testicles doesn't bother you?"
"On the contrary, I find them unbelievably exciting. Fascinating, really."
"I didn't know you were gay."
"I'm not, or, if I am, I didn't know it, either, until I met you."
Sam lowered her arms. "You're really attracted to me?"
"'Attracted' is too mild. I'm obsessed with you. I can't eat or sleep or think because of you. In fact, I've been wanting to invite you to dinner and a movie."
Her eyes glittered. "You have?"
"Yes."
She smiled, as if she were flattered to hear of James' infatuation with her. Then, her eyes hardened. "Then, why have you allowed those pinheads, Ed, Joe, and Lou to insult me? Why have you let the ladies in the office gossip about me behind my back? Why haven't you said anything or done anything to defend me or to protect me?
"I wanted to," James confessed, "but - well, it's just that - "
"You didn't want to be insulted and affronted the way I was?"
He nodded before hanging his head. "Yes."
"That's too bad," she said. "I was attracted to you, too, before I realized what a timid little milquetoast you are. It was obvious to me that you were attracted to me. It was obvious to me that you didn't share the opinions of the others who've insulted and abused me since their discovery of my little secret. I thought you were good looking and kind, but you're only good looking. There's nothing kind about standing by and watching idiots and losers like Ed, Joe, and Lou torment someone for no other reason than her being a woman trapped inside a man's body. I'd hoped you might be a knight in shining armor, but you turned out to be more a mouse than a man."
James looked up at her, his eyes brimming with tears. "You're right," he admitted. "Give me another chance. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
She sniggered, contempt on her lovely face. "You had your chance, James. I could have been the best girlfriend you ever had - and the best lay - but you're not man enough to know what you want. You're too afraid of what others might think or say. You could have had me, but now, loser that you are, you have no one."
She turned, walking across the carpeted office, toward the door that led to the elevator in the hallway.
"Please," James moaned, "give me another chance."
She never bothered to look back, and she didn't return to work the next day.
The last James ever saw of the shemale who could have been the love of his life was her splendid, tight ass as she walked away from him.
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Keywords: Samantha,