Amazon Fights Fire with a Flamethrower
I was the only female electrical engineering (EE) student in my
college graduating class. Together with my "fellow" EEs, my home
away from home was a damp, old lab in the cellar of the
Science building. We all attempted to make the place a little more
user-friendly by hanging posters and signs on the peeling walls.
One day a couple of my male classmates hung a Cheryl Tiegs poster on the
wall. To say she was "dressed" in a pink bikini is being generous. As
if this wasn't bad enough, a couple of the guys made snide remarks
like "Too bad you don't look more like Cheryl here, or you wouldn't
have to work your ass off here in this rathole with the rest of us".
Reluctant to give them any satisfaction, I did a slow burn and
plotted revenge.
After considering several options, I decided to give them a taste of
their own medicine. Arriving extra early before school the next morning,
I hung up a poster of Led Zeppelin's singer
Robert Plant, dressed in an unbuttoned shirt, a horny leer, and
hip-hugger jeans tight enough to see his pulse through. He may have
been wearing more clothes than Cheryl, but that 70's rock sex-god outfit
revealed much more than it concealed. Just in case some of my fellow
EEs didn't get the hint, I wrote "Ladies Choice", underlined with an
arrow beside the poster with the arrow pointing to one of Robert's
"hidden assets".
In gleeful anticipation I sat down to await my victims, choosing a
seat under the poster and directly opposite the lab door. As my male adversaries got a look at
the poster, their dumbfounded expressions were absolutely priceless.
Too bad I didn't think to bring a camera to record them for
posterity!
For the coup de grace, I sweetly asked "Feeling a little
inadequate?". I can't tell you how satisfying it was to see those
good ol' boys blush, stammer, and in many cases turn around and flee
the room. That's when I learned THE SECRET: once a woman figures out that
men are even more insecure about their penis size than we women are
about our breast size, she has the upper hand.
This was my first experience of "Being in Total Control, Honey".
Like one's first sexual experience, one's first Heartless Bitch
experience is something one never forgets!
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