Whenever
a good-looking secretary walks down the aisle at
Goodstone
Aircraft Company,
the
machinists make a point of staring at her
from
the moment they spot her.
They
move around their machines
to
keep her tits and ass and thighs
in
view,
making
sure that it is obvious
they
are watching her.
They
drift away from their machines,
sticking
their necks out into the aisle
to
keep her in view
until
she is out the door of the building.
Then
they let out with shrill whistles,
shaking
their heads and hands
and
going limp all over as if they were about to collapse,
making
sure that everyone knows
how
much their lustful minds sucked in
every
inch of every curve on her body,
competing
with each other
to
see who
can
stagger and whistle and maintain
their
open-mouthed black-eyed look
the
longest,
glancing
about at each other
to
take stock of the results.
Finally,
when it is safe to quit whistling and moaning
tributes
to her body,
they
return to their machines,
reassured
that they have once again passed
the
test.