The evening started simply enough. The team had booked a private room in a local pub and covered the cost of an open bar (for a couple hours). They’d also provided a lovely spread of food (snacks, pizzas, etc).
Over the next hour or two a slow stream of people arrived and started mingling. Hellos were exchanged. Drinks started flowing. The usual little groups started to form and the banter began.
Having worked for the company myself for a few years, I knew plenty of people there. After doing the rounds and saying hi, I walked over to a high table where Grace - the head of finance (yep THAT head) was chatting with another guy (Brian). It was clear that Brian had already had a few too many sherbets. Grace wasn’t looking particularly comfortable and it quickly became obvious why….. Brian’s filters were failing him….. He was invading Grace’s personal space. He even started placing his hand on Grace’s shoulder and thigh. I could sense the tension and so, as a proper gent, decided to intervene.
I sat down and started to chat about the venue, the drinks, anything to shift the topic and put Grace at ease. Things looked to be going well until Brian leant into Grace and did something that took my breath away. He cleared his throat and proceeded to ask one question - “Grace, you like Nathan right?” (That’s me by the way) “if you could do one thing with or to him, what would it be?” Before Grace had a chance to answer, Brian added an extra detail……”would you want him to put his cock in your pussy or slide it into your arse?”
Now this took us both my surprise. I was expecting Grace to stand up, slap him or storm off. But to my utter shock, she turned toward me, looked me up and down, and with a glint in her eye said “I think we’d probably go with pussy first but I’d hope he can shift to my arse eventually”.
I almost fell off my stool. Did I just hear that right? Brian was clearly taken aback from her blunt response and - once he’d picked his jaw up off the ground - proceeded to stutter and mumble something about needing a stiff drink. This had clearly taken the wind out of his sails and he didn’t know quite what to say or do next. And with that he coughed and sheepishly sloped off towards the loo - never to return.
I turned to Grace “Did I hear you right? Did you mean what you just said, or were you just trying to get rid of Brian?”
Grace’s responded by pushing her stool back, stepping down and starting to walk off towards the bar. After a couple of paces she turned, grinned and said “let’s wait and see”.
It took me a couple of minutes to compose myself (my trousers might have been housing a rather obvious bulge) but let’s dwell on that just now.
So, I said to myself, this looks like being an interesting evening after all…..I’m glad I tagged along. |
