The most bland elevator music imaginable played as co-workers and various office-mates mingled, many of them strangers, some of them acquaintances from my floor. The annual fiscal year-end office party (yippee.)
I’d come alone, but was hanging out with a girl from my floor, Isabelle. She was hot, dressed funky, had class, was friendly and cool. We both felt like fish out of water, and were glad of each others’ company.
After many a glass of punch, I broke the ‘brown’ ice, so to speak. ‘You ever take it up the ass?’ I enquired casually between sips.
Isabelle pretended to look shocked and offended, but relented and offered up a saucy smile from under her thin, plucked eyebrows. ‘Why?’ she asked, ‘You like to give it to girls up the ass?’
‘As a matter of fact, Isabelle, I do,’ I said, to which she blushed and smiled. ‘As a matter of fact, I’ve had my eye on your backside ever since we were introduced in the office.’
‘Really??’ She seemed surprised and flattered. I thought she’d have been more confident of her looks, smoking hot, slim, big-boobed and apple-assed as she was. Her enormous alcoholically dilated anime eyes stared up at me from beneath her straight, yellow-blonde bangs with twin, sexy-cute braided ponytails on either side of her petite head.
‘In fact,’ I ventured, ‘we could do it right now, right here, right over there in the corner.’ Her mouth gaped. ‘Don’t think I hadn’t noticed your sexy zip-down miniskirt.’ I added. ‘We could pretend we were just standing together, or dancing.’