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(Anna Mann)

Josh had never been popular with the ladies.

It wasn't because he was ugly, most found him handsome, sadly they also found him boring, and so promising starts always quickly faded into another disappointment.

He didn't know how to talk to women, a pretty face would smile at him and his brain would desert leaving him mumbling and stumbling over the words that had been there waiting just moments before. These constant setbacks just added to his lack of confidence until he had reached a point where the only way he could get himself a little female company was to pay for it. Prostitutes didn't want small talk or clever conversations, they were all business, Josh didn't like the situation, but what else could he do, they were his only real option.

And some of the hookers around here are beautiful he reminded himself, slim and gorgeous with bodies so hot he was worried he might get burned. And what woman like that would ever date me? How many beautiful women would want to marry a guy like me?

He shook his head as he admitted that there were probably very few. He considered the women in his office, Josh worked in the sales department of a massive commodities distributor, and there were hundreds of female employees, secretaries right through to senior management. And a huge percentage are hot, the type of woman I'd dream about fucking... and every one of them would laugh in my face if I asked them out on a date. His reputation had spread, a couple of failed dates had led to rumours, and we all know how rumours can grow and mutate the further they are spread. By the time the final secretary heard about him, Josh had become a complete wimp, impotent with a cock so small it looked more like a clit.

The two bitches, and their vindictive friend, who had started the rumours always made a point of giggling as he passed their work spaces, and although not a vindictive man, Josh seriously wished that there was a way he could punish them for destroying his reputation. But that will never happen he always told himself, then concentrated on doing his job, and anticipated his pay packet at the end of the month, a time that signalled that his sex life was about to be reborn.