It’s the 31st of October, Thursday night. I’m taking tomorrow off because I managed to wrangle an invite to the craziest, horniest, most insane Halloween party in town and I want to enjoy it properly.
All I had to do was keep my head down, get through today and get out at five to five, but it’s after five now and that didn’t happen.
I’m in a conference room with Abigail Slater. Abigail is my boss’s boss’s boss. Wait, no, there’s another boss in there…. She’s so far above me in the hierarchy that I forget how far it is half the time. The head of the department is working out his notice period right now and she’s the favourite to replace him according to everyone who’s been around long enough to know how these things work.
She’s a full foot shorter than I am, so you’d think I wouldn’t be intimidated by her, but when she points at yet another mistake on the report I spent all week putting together and says, “Harry, this is fucking unacceptable. This is the opposite mistake you made on page two, how do you even fuck that up both those ways?,” I have to admit I’m intimidated.
Intimidated, but also turned on. I can’t help it, she’s gorgeous. The way her brown hair frames her perfectly symmetrical face, the way her piercing blue eyes seem to penetrate right through me, the way her ass and tits seem to cause a strain in both her blouse and skirt.
“These need to be fixed before the weekend, ok?”
“But, it’s not due until the end of next week!”
“I don’t fucking care!”
“But I’m off tomorrow.”
“Tonight then!”
“But it’ll take hours to recalculate everything!”
“I don’t give a fuck Harry, that’s your fucking problem. You send me this tonight, or forget about coming back on Monday.”
“OK….. OK,” I slink out of the conference room and return to my desk.
***
It’s 1:30 AM. The sound of me tapping on my keyboard echoes around the empty office space. The regular pings of my phone as my friends look for me died out a while ago.
I should be furious, or depressed, or dreading tomorrow when I’m going to get to hear about the debauchery I missed out on, but I’m not. The report is done, and this time I think I nailed it.
I sent it, then shut down my PC, gather my things and get into the elevator. As it descends, a thought occurs to me, that party is still going on for a few more hours. I don’t have time to go home and change into my costume, but I have my invite. I’ll just say I dressed as a guy in a suit or something. What have I got to lose?
I take a taxi to the place. Red lights and a pounding baseline escape the open front door. I smile and walk confidently up to the desk and hand the guy sitting there my invite.
He looks bored as he scans the card, then looks me over, then says, “No costume, no entry.”
“I’m a guy in a suit,” I protest, “I’m….. that…. Politician…..”
“Not a costume. Sorry buddy.”
“Hang on a second,” I think, and I undo my tie. I take my jacket off, followed by my shirt, I kick off my shoes, rip off my socks, then I pull my pants and underwear down and off. I fold everything up neatly and hold it in one hand as I stand there naked on the street, and I smile at him, “I’m Adam.”
He smiles at me, nods in approval and says, “Have a good night.”
I drop my stuff off at the coat check desk, then make my way out to the dancefloor. I don’t know where the inspiration to just get naked came from, probably from frying my brain from working so late to be honest. I have a nice body, I’ve been told I have an above average cock, just parading around naked in front of strangers isn’t something I’m used to. I would have thought I’d be uncomfortable naked in a club like this, but I look around and see guys getting head off to the side of the dance floor, I see people fucking in full view of everyone, I see tits and cocks everywhere, so I feel like I can relax. Some costumes have lost a few pieces over the course of the party, some didn’t hide much to begin with.
A naked woman about my age confronts me at the entrance to the main club. She’s pretty, petite with pale skin, jet black hair, small perky tits.
“I like your costume,” she says with a grin.
“I like yours,” I say.
She grabs me by the cock and guides me over to the wall by the dance floor. I get hard in her hands. She jumps into my arms, wraps her legs around me and kisses me.
I kiss her back, pinning her to the wall. I line up my cock and find her cunt and push it inside, and I’m fucking her hard.
Her moans are barely audible over the music, but it’s clear she’s loving it. I hear her say, “Fill me up, please, I need it,” and I fuck her with all of the pent up frustration of the evening. I don’t pace myself, I cum fast, and I distantly hear her thank me as I savour the orgasm sensation.
I watch her leave, my cum leaking down her leg, her not giving a fuck. Then, unsurprisingly, I feel thirsty, so I make my way to the bar. I lean against it, waiting for the bartender to make his way over to me.
A voice from behind me asks, “Where are you hiding your wallet?”
I close my eyes and groan, as I realise I didn’t think to bring any money with me when I dropped off my clothes.
I turn and look at the source of the voice and do a double take. It’s Abigail.
She looks very different to how she did earlier. Her hair is straightened, her makeup is pristine. Instead of the business appropriate outfit earlier, she’s dressed as a sexy devil, wearing horns, a bra, thong, suspendenders, stockings and heels, all in bold scarlet.
My jaw drops as I leer at her flat stomach, her toned legs, . Her eyes go straight to my cock, and she bites her lip as she openly stares at it.
“Abigail! I did not expect to see you at a place like this,” I finally say.
She shrugs her shoulders, “Call me Abby. The bullshit I have to put up with in there, I have to blow off steam somehow. Speaking of, that was a hell of a show you just put on.”
She indicates the wall where I just fucked that girl, and I shrug and grin at her, “She just grabbed me by the cock and dragged me over there to fuck her. Can you believe that?”
I realise who I’m talking to and I cringe at the thought of what I just said, but she doesn’t mind, she laughs and says, “In this place? Yes.”
Abbey gets the bartenders attending and orders two shots of tequila and two beers. We down the shots, then grab the beers and she drags me off to sit on a couch by the side of the dance floor, and somehow I forget I’m sitting naked next to a senior executive in lingerie.
“I am so sorry about earlier. I got shouted at by the CEO for something that wasn’t my fault, and I guess I went looking for a target to take it out on and you happened to be in the way.”
“It’s OK,” I told her reassuringly, “I can’t imagine how much stress comes with your job.”
“Thanks for saying that,” she said with a soft smile, “But it’s not OK for me to lash out at a first year graduate like that. I’m supposed to protect new employees like you. You’re here what, a year now?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re doing very well. The way that report was earlier, that’s what we expect from people with your experience with a week to the deadline. Everyone who works with you raves about you, you have a bright future in this industry.”
“Thanks!”
“Which is why you should leave. Get out while you still can.”
“What?” I say, taking a moment to process that, “Aren’t you supposed to encourage me to stay?”
She shrugs her shoulders and sips her beer, “I don’t give a fuck. Don’t tell anyone but I’m leaving.”
I can’t even imagine the department without her in it. I sit there dumb for a minute, before eventually asking, “Will the department function without you?”
“I don’t give a fuck,” she glances down at my lap, and there’s a glint in her eye as she asks “Think you’re going to get hard again soon?”
I don’t know why I’m shocked by anything she says right now, but somehow I am. I look down at my flaccid cock laying along my thigh, then back to her, “Uh…. why?”
She leans right into me to speak into my ear, “Because I have a thing for guys your age, and I’ve wanted to fuck you since you joined. Want to know something weird?”
“Sure,” I say, even though I don’t think this can get any weirder.
“I keep a spreadsheet list of guys I know I’ve masturbated to, and you’re comfortably in the lead so far this year.”
My eyes go wide. I look at her. She’s giddy, looking back at me, thrilled with herself. I’m thrilled with her too.
“I, uh, I think I can go again soon.”
She bites her lip and looks back down at my cock, “Would you mind if I try and speed it up?”
“Not at all.”
She stands up and moves the table away to clear the space in front of me, then she stands there, facing me. She reaches back and undoes her bra, and lets it fall on the ground. Those wonderful round tits are exposed to me, they look even better than I’ve been imagining for the last year or so.
She turns around and backs into me, her perfect ass, framed by her thong finds it’s way into my lap, and grinds against me. She takes my hands in hers and pulls them up her stomach to squeeze her tits, and I’m hard as a rock against her ass.
“That was easy,” she says, mocking me.
She stands up and slips her thong off, and I can see a neat little strip of dark pubic hair, and I somehow get harder.
She says, “I think you’ll prefer this prize though,” and she straddles me and lowers herself onto my cock.
I’m looking around the dance floor. Most people are too absorbed in whatever debauchery they are getting up to, but a few are watching her fuck me. She’s bouncing on my cock, sliding herself up and down my shaft, her tight pussy feels incredible as it grips me, pulling me into her.
She kisses my lips. I kiss her back. I squeeze her tit. Her hand snakes down between our bodies. She tells me “I needed this.” I watch a guy shoves his hand up his girlfriends skirt and touch her while she watches us. Fuck me, this is so fucking hot.
Her body tenses up as she cums, her pussy tightening on me, gripping my cock. She collapses and lays there, breathing hard for a bit. Then she asks, “You didn’t cum yet, did you.”
“No,”
She climbs off me and slides onto her knees. Her eyes locked on mine, she wraps her lips around my cock and slides them up and down my shaft.
I close my eyes and relax, savouring the sensations she’s giving me. I’m not able to hold out long and soon tell her, “I’m close.”
She releases me and points my cock at her body, and starts to jerk me off, her saliva lubricating her hands. My first couple of shots hit her chin, then her chest, then she presses my tip against her tits and lets the rest ooze out, covering her upper body.
She gathers up her bra and panties, then throws them on the couch and collapses next to me. She closes her eyes and leans on my shoulder, and says, “Thanks, I needed that.”
She sounds exhausted, but soon her eyes open with a wicked grin, “I need to call it a night I think.”
She stands up, gathers up her bra and panties while I admire her naked body, covered in my cum. She pulls them on, then says, “Right, Monday Morning, I want to hear at least one more story of you getting laid tonight. OK?”
She leans down to kiss my lips, then walks off. I watch her go. I look down and grin as I realise, somehow I’m hard again.
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