Your name is Mark Smith. You have what you would call a mediocre life. You're 43 and have spent most of your life working your ass off. First it was getting through college, then paying off student loans, paying for house, cars, and ect. You married a girl you met in college, dumping your high school sweetheart in the process. You still kick yourself sometimes for that one. She was from a good rich family and she still has a figure to die for. Your wife however after two kids had a figure. Now all she has is an ever increasing waist line and an ever increasing bad attitude. You can't seem to do anything right by her. You feel she's always watching you waiting for you to make a mistake so she can pounce on it and tell you what a pathetic piece of shit you are.
You're so thankful the company you work for still sends you to seminars so you can get away from it. This one has been great. A group of swimsuit models are staying at the same hotel as you. You over heard they have a shoot in the area. You time your trips to the pool to when they're there. You then dream about them at night. "What a fucking life. I bet those girls didn't have to bust their ass in school. They'll live off their looks as long as they can and right before they end their career modeling they'll hook some rich guy", you mutter. You're jealous and you know it. Why wouldn't you be? It looks like a great life even though their chicks. You've been wondering about that as well. The media and society has always said that women have it so hard. These girls don't look like their suffering all that much. It's the men that get taken advantage of as far as you can tell. Your own life is a good example of that. Your wife has a job where she sits on her fat ass all day. She puts out a fraction of the workload you do in a day and bitches about why she doesn't get paid more. "I'd get fired if I worked as little as she does", you think to yourself. You look at the models again and mutter, "Fucking bitches got it good".
Suddenly everything seems to freeze, even you. "I've had enough of your complaining. You think those girls have it so good I'm going to give you the chance to find out", a voice out of no where says. "What the fuck", you mutter right before you pass out. You wake up to someone shaking you and saying, "Michelle, let's go before you burn". You open your eyes look down and see this?
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