Oh my. What a fun weekend.
So I've been hanging out wth this boy, we just chill out and watch movies and smoke a little. We enjoy each others company, its never been more than that.
He asked me to go to his staff party with him the other night, and I gladly obliged, since there is always bound to be drunken debauchery. He asked me not to dress like a goth. Hah (all in fun).
I wore black pinstripe pants and a black halter with rhinestones all down the front in the shape of zebra stripes, and my hair down. I wish I had a picture, it was cute. I wore a black jacket over the halter to hide my armfuls of tattoos to be, yknow, respectable at someone else's staff party. Just in case, because you never know.
We arrive fashionably late, and the only table left with seats is a table which consists of the funny office guy and wife, friend of my buddy and his girl, and the boss. And his wife.
I noticed the boss' wife right away because her hair colour and style was very similar to mine. She removed her jacket to reveal her arms which had two beautiful tattoos on them, fairly large pieces. I recognized the quality right away as the same artist who does mine.
The night progresses well, everyone is elegantly wasted and being social. My buddy's boss is fairly loaded. He asks me to dance, and I tried to politely decline since I just plain can't dance. Buddy puts his arm around me and tells me to dance with his boss. So I do. It's Footloose, so its not like its anything fancy. Anyway. I notice his wife kinda eyeballing us on the floor. We go back to the table.
Somehow it comes up that the bosses wife finds out that my buddy has some genital piercings, which she pries at him about.... clearly she has a crush. She's early 30s, attractive woman (I should add here that she is wearing a slinky black dress that barely covers ass, black fishnet thigh highs and patent black stilettos... so of course he obliges and flirts a little. Then she turns to me and asks how I enjoy them. I get flustered and kinda choke on my drink a little, and my buddy explains that we're just friends. Phew.
Eventually I'm sitting between my buddy and the bosses wife while we all chat. The boss comes over to his wife and whispers in her ear a little. She asks us what we would say if she were to invite us to a munch. (For those of you not familiar in the BDSM community, it's like a casual dinner sort of thing to get to know other people in the scene). My buddy gets flustered and says something to the effect of, "I don't know... hes my boss..." and I'm thinking, hmm, is that the only thing stopping him? Heh.
The wife is a dom, the boss is a sub... my buddy revealed that he is in fact a top (hottt) and I am most definitely a sub as well...
The thought crossed my mind, and then I said I was probably far too drunk to answer that question right now. I am sure it wont be the last I hear from her... she was eyeballing me (and him) the entire evening.
The end of the night and everyone is grabbing their jackets and waiting for cabs. His boss comes over to me and puts his arm around me, drunkenly. "If I were single," he says... stops... and then goes over to my buddy. "That girl you brought tonight. Fuck is she ever hot. If I were single. Man. You'd better take her home and NAIL her, or I WILL."
I think he thought he was whispering.
I went completely red, secretly wishing he would take me home and do just that... he should have taken his boss' advice...
I had a lot of fun, and I could tell he did too. Maybe it will get him thinking. I hope.
Anyways, I just had to get that off, I doubt anyone's read this far but thats okay.
xo
So I've been hanging out wth this boy, we just chill out and watch movies and smoke a little. We enjoy each others company, its never been more than that.
He asked me to go to his staff party with him the other night, and I gladly obliged, since there is always bound to be drunken debauchery. He asked me not to dress like a goth. Hah (all in fun).
I wore black pinstripe pants and a black halter with rhinestones all down the front in the shape of zebra stripes, and my hair down. I wish I had a picture, it was cute. I wore a black jacket over the halter to hide my armfuls of tattoos to be, yknow, respectable at someone else's staff party. Just in case, because you never know.
We arrive fashionably late, and the only table left with seats is a table which consists of the funny office guy and wife, friend of my buddy and his girl, and the boss. And his wife.
I noticed the boss' wife right away because her hair colour and style was very similar to mine. She removed her jacket to reveal her arms which had two beautiful tattoos on them, fairly large pieces. I recognized the quality right away as the same artist who does mine.
The night progresses well, everyone is elegantly wasted and being social. My buddy's boss is fairly loaded. He asks me to dance, and I tried to politely decline since I just plain can't dance. Buddy puts his arm around me and tells me to dance with his boss. So I do. It's Footloose, so its not like its anything fancy. Anyway. I notice his wife kinda eyeballing us on the floor. We go back to the table.
Somehow it comes up that the bosses wife finds out that my buddy has some genital piercings, which she pries at him about.... clearly she has a crush. She's early 30s, attractive woman (I should add here that she is wearing a slinky black dress that barely covers ass, black fishnet thigh highs and patent black stilettos... so of course he obliges and flirts a little. Then she turns to me and asks how I enjoy them. I get flustered and kinda choke on my drink a little, and my buddy explains that we're just friends. Phew.
Eventually I'm sitting between my buddy and the bosses wife while we all chat. The boss comes over to his wife and whispers in her ear a little. She asks us what we would say if she were to invite us to a munch. (For those of you not familiar in the BDSM community, it's like a casual dinner sort of thing to get to know other people in the scene). My buddy gets flustered and says something to the effect of, "I don't know... hes my boss..." and I'm thinking, hmm, is that the only thing stopping him? Heh.
The wife is a dom, the boss is a sub... my buddy revealed that he is in fact a top (hottt) and I am most definitely a sub as well...
The thought crossed my mind, and then I said I was probably far too drunk to answer that question right now. I am sure it wont be the last I hear from her... she was eyeballing me (and him) the entire evening.
The end of the night and everyone is grabbing their jackets and waiting for cabs. His boss comes over to me and puts his arm around me, drunkenly. "If I were single," he says... stops... and then goes over to my buddy. "That girl you brought tonight. Fuck is she ever hot. If I were single. Man. You'd better take her home and NAIL her, or I WILL."
I think he thought he was whispering.
I went completely red, secretly wishing he would take me home and do just that... he should have taken his boss' advice...
I had a lot of fun, and I could tell he did too. Maybe it will get him thinking. I hope.
Anyways, I just had to get that off, I doubt anyone's read this far but thats okay.
xo
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