Today's target was: Nancy O.

Criteria for selection: A hippie chick with big boobs.  It was
determined that her laid back "everybody love everybody" attitude would
make it easy to get my hands on her jugs with little risk of making a
scene or getting in trouble later.

The grope: Nancy was caught alone in the break room.  While she was
fiddling with the coffee maker I walked up behind her and hugged her,
reaching around and planting my hands firmly on her breasts.  Nice big
firm 'C' cup mounds of flesh held up by an underwire bra.

The reaction:  She made a little "oh" sound and tried to turn around,
but only her head turned because I had a pretty good grip on the rest of
her.  When she saw me she said "What are you doing?"  I told her I was
just saying "hi" and then she turned back to the coffee thing.  After
about 10-15 seconds she said "Okay that's enough" and started squirming,
so I let go.  Then I told her to have a nice day, and left the room.

Analysis: Yes, it was easy.  And she didn't get pissy, just a little
surprised.  My guess is that I'll never hear about the incident again.

Aftermath:  I saw her twice after that.  She smiled at me both times.
That's good, it means she probably won't complain.  On the other hand,
it was a weak smile, so maybe she's just doing it to hide discomfort or
embarrassment.

Today's Grope Week target was: Dawn W.

Criteria for selection: A very nice butt.  Also, she's non
confrontational and extremely nice, so the risk of getting in trouble
for grabbing her will be low.

The grope: Dawn was walking alone down a little-used hallway.  I came up
behind her quickly but quietly, and then fell in step alongside her and
started making light conversation about the weather.  While she was
jabbering about clouds I reached back and swatted her tush and then
rubbed the spot a couple times.

The reaction: She twirled around and looked behind her as if expecting
somebody else to be there.  Then she goes "Was that you?"  So I said,
"Yeah I was just brushing some dirt off your pants."  Then she said "Oh"
and went right back to walking and yakking about the weather.

Analysis: I think this is a good example of how a plausible excuse can
make groping a piece of cake.  One simple line of bullshit and it's like
it never happened.

Aftermath: There is no aftermath, really.  It might as well have not
even occurred because the dummy bought my "dusting off your pants" story
immediately and without question.

I'm just waiting for the day when you report that
one of your gropings resulted in one of your office
girls fondling your nuts in return.  LOL... ;-)

Tom

Would you like to see my collection?  LOL...

Today's Grope Week target was: Anne Marie H.

Criteria for selection:  Knockers.  Anne Marie tries to hide it with
loose, smocky clothing but you can tell she's got enormous boobs.  She's
not fat, though, just well endowed.

The grope: Her cubicle is in with the accounting people, and accounting
had a big meeting today.  But she does something else.  The result was
her alone at her desk surrounded by empty cubes.  I went in there and
stood behind her and asked to borrow something off the wall behind her
monitor.  She sort of half stood up and learned forward to get it, and
as soon as she did that I reached around and cupped those big breasts of
hers.  They were about 3 handfuls each.  She had a bra on, but no padding.

The reaction: She looked down and then pulled at my hands and said "stop
that" so I let go.  Then she grabbed the thing off the wall, sat down,
swiveled the chair around, and said "Just for that I'm not letting you
borrow it."  So I said "sorry, but it looked like you were going to
fall".  She just sort of stared at me, so I bid her good day and left.

Analysis: That was a good grope.  Big boobs and they were hanging down
and slightly forward, the perfect position for grabbing (although it
would have been way better if she had been bra-less).  I'm not so sure
she bought my excuse but that's what I'll use if she complains.

Aftermath: None. I haven't seen Anne Marie at all and probably won't.  I
rarely do, because our paths almost never cross.

Conclusion: Day 3 of Grope Week was a success.

Peeping Tom Bonus: We have a workout room downstairs, with mens' and
womens' locker rooms nearby with the doors right beside each other.  I
happen to know that both locker rooms are nearly identical in every way
except that the mens' room has 2 urinals and 2 toilets whereas the
womens' room has 4 toilets.  Today I went down there and accidentally on
purpose went in the wrong door.  Caught some red haired woman naked in
the changing area, although she covered herself with a towel within
about half a second.  She screamed loud enough to wake the dead, too.
Heh.  I stood there long enough to say "Whoops, wrong door.  Ha, ha!"
and then she started yelling at me to get out.  Then I left.  If I catch
grief about it later I can plausibly claim that it sure looked a lot
like the mens' locker room.  If only I had paid more attention to that
little sign on the door, darn it.

I'm wondering if all these anti-harassment laws have
actually *disempowered* the girls of today.  Why are
these women acting like such whuzzies?  They're leaving
it to "authority" figures to deal with, or notice these issues

I dunno...it just doesn't make any sense to me.

Oh well...continue on...I'm curious to see if one
of those women will actually deal with your groping
in a more direct and aggressive manner.  I wanna hear
you squeal!  ;-)

Tom

Your way would just result in the woman getting arrested and charged
with assault with a weapon or inflicting grievous bodily harm or
something along those lines.  Any cries of "self-defense" would fall on
deaf ears, since those crimes are at least a couple orders of magnitude
more serious than groping.  (On top of the fact that there would be no
way to prove that groping even occurred, unless there were witnesses or
a surveillance camera.)

Now let's summarize.  Your way:  Woman gets tasered, arrested, jailed,
prosecuted and fired while the guy gets coddled as a victim of a
terrible crime.  Real way:  Nothing at all happens to the woman, while
the guy may very well be standing in the unemployment line wondering how
the hell he's going to pay the rent next week.

Or maybe they actually kind of like it.  Who knows.

Worse case, there will be a meeting where my boss and one of the H.R.
people waggle their fingers in my face.  "Bad boy," they'll say.  "Shame
on you."  Then I'll have to watch that video where half a dozen female
actors cry about being harassed as if it were on par with the Holocaust,
the meeting will end, and it will be business as usual.  Ho Hum.