Men don't notice things. (Test Scene.)
Wednesday she'd shown up in black catsuit with neon yellow trim and boots to match.
Thursday it was a neon yellow catsuit with black trim and boots.
Hank...hadn't noticed the difference. In fact, he'd barely lifted his head from god-knows-what he was doing when she had walked into the room. Not that that was terribly unusual but it was infuriating just the same. She was trying, and very hard mind you, to get his attention.
How else was she going to flirt with him?
So the parade of costumes continued. Her more traditional uniform, then one that was pretty much a competitive Speedo worn with fishnets, a latex bodysuit she trimmed with feathers...the longer the ignorance lasted, the more crazy the outfits became. Three weeks in, though, she'd had enough.
Strutting in this morning Janet was determined to get his attention.
"Good morning, Hank."
She grinned, posed a bit, and waited for him to look up and get an eyeful of bra, panties and...nothing else.
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