I'm the girl you saw at the office party - the girlfriend of one of the salesmen, the one that you could swear was flirting with you. You remember? My skirt slid up - surely accidentally - while I was sitting across from you, letting you catch a glimpse of my stocking tops. I saw the hardon you got, trying to look without me seeing, and then you caught my eye and I was smiling at you, knowing what had happened.

Maybe I'm the girl you saw on the subway, crossing her legs, high heel dangling off my toes. You thought about asking me my name, thought about asking a number, but then it was your stop and there just wasn't time...

Don't let this chance pass you by - call me now.