Them Goils in the next Building

From where I sit, I get an excellent view of the balcony in the next building.

The office that "owns" that balcony is a well-known advertising firm, and whilst our balcony does not even have a plant to relieve the scorched earth look that we are currently cultivating, the other balcony is lush, with trees, bushes, shrubs and an outdoor seating area.

I am slightly envious.

To top it off, there is a constant flow of young ladies uniformly clad in hip office-vixen outfits standing around in the balcony and smoking their cigarettes. This happens umpteen times a day. All of them seem to have the same long straight brown hair, slim build and ubiquitious white tube/ halter tops.

One of my horny male friends has asked me to put up a sign on our scorched earth balcony to ask for their telephone numbers.