Flirty Tall Jokes Novels & Stories

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

I asked, again asking something unrelated. "Why are you curious about my height, ma'am?" "No, I mean, you look very tall!" "Haha...are you going to ask about my dick size after this too?" "Of course not...!" I said, quickly denying his accusation. "Haha...you're such a funny old woman!" He said with a giggle. "Hey, I'm not that old! Why are you calling me an old woman?" "Aren't you the one who really wants to be considered an old woman?"

status to flirt with female colleagues from other departments. I tolerated it, telling myself he was just networking. But now, just to impress Miguel and get ahead, he couldn't wait to trample all over me. I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Todd Westman, what right do you have to lecture me?" His eyes darted around for a second before he raised his voice even louder. "I'm just saying this as a colleague who knows right from wrong! You should know what's good for you, Macy!" Looking at his hypocritical, revolting expression, I couldn't even be bothered to argue. I picked up the iced coffee on my desk and, without hesitation, splashed it straight in his face.

“If your future wife disobeys… will you punish her in private or make it a public lesson?” Everyone burst into a ridiculous high pitched laughter that sounded forced. I nearly choked on my drink. What the hell? He chuckled lowly, raising his brow. “That depends… on how creative her disobedience is.” More laughter. Flirty eyes thrown at him. Fake smiles. Like hyenas begging to be devoured. I didn’t get what was funny. I really didn’t. I forced a smile, sipped water, and counted the exits.

"What?" "I asked what's funny?" Oh, did I laugh out loud? "Everything. Don't you find it funny that a man in his sixties is forcing himself on an eighteen-year-old?" "I hear that's the trend these days. Aren't young women looking to fuck older men for money?"

I answered him back making him regret his joke. He knotted his brows as I uttered and shook his head. "You can never take my jokes, Can you? You are a boring man. Everyone in my agency loves my joke and burst into laughter, especially girls. But you my friend don't even try to smile at them." He started with his complaint first before he disclose the matter he was mentioning before. "So what? It's my choice whether I want to laugh or not. Plus your jokes are not funny. Girls laugh at your jokes cause your money makes them laugh. Otherwise, you would have been the king of bad jokes." I said, resting my ass on the maroon couch.

The hosts were setting the mood, and slowly they got involved in the fun. "Hahaha!! Have you heard it?" Tanvi said while trying to control her laughter. "The restaurant joke was hilarious." Riaan gave a Colgate ad smile while his eyes were gleaming. "Ah!!! This flames joke." They held their cheeks while laughing. After a while, "Hum do Hamara Ek policy!!" Riaan held his stomach while giggling hard. Tanvi is rolling off while chuckling hard. "Omg!! The jet airways joke... I can't control it anymore." Tanvi and Riaan both burst out snickering.