Doing A Carol 35

Doing A Carol 35

Dear Diary. 

With the festivities fully underway and an attentive team of waiting staff had cleared away the first course, the fun was about to begin.

Being the perfect host, I positioned Jeremy to my right side as I was on a mission to keep an eye on him (which wasn’t that difficult as he was extremely easy on the eye) and still maintain my position with one of Jerry’s colleagues sat to my left. 

As predicted, there were lots of business buzz words, financial predictions and figures being thrown about the room (though sadly, not my gym sculpted figure, helped by my new personal fitness instructor, Marco).

As high expectations of what the year ahead could bring to the company, along with the possibility of new clients joining us, as well as welcoming investments from all of the four cash collecting corners of The City, there seemed to be a throng of positive vibes floating around the table, along with an ever flowing fountain of free drinks overspilling into everyone’s thirsty glasses. 

It was great to see the team had made an effort with their outfits, especially the men, as they looked rather dapper in their smart, yet casual appearance, compared to their usual grey, workaday uninspiring uniform. 

The women, all glammed up in their best finery (possibly with the help of a glam squad behind the scenes) were not as wet as usual. They were merrily joining in with the articulate  conversation as they had cleverly picked up some of the lingo over the years and had acquired some insight as to what was going on in within the company, the politics and the goals, having had many nightly pillow talk sessions with their husbands.

I, on the otherhand, took a moment to step back and let the party goers entwine over their feast as I turned my attentions to Jeremy. 

I knew it was a crucial part of the evening to entertain our important guest, as Jerry and I had already discussed this earlier and as to what my role was for tonight. 

I already had a chat with the gent to my left as it was always lovely to catch up with him and find out what he’s been doing over the past year. And now it was Jeremy’s turn to embrace my energy.

‘I have to admit that you’re not what I was expecting,’ I unintentionally blurted out as I sipped on a glass of champagne. Damn. And there goes our contract!

‘Really?’ Jeremy replied as he gazed intently in to my eyes. ‘And what did you imagine I’d be like?’ The bronzed skinned God from the dessert questioned me as his smooth, deep voice escaped from his smiling lips.

‘I mean,’ I spluttered. ‘Please don’t take offence,’ I held my hand up, ‘but I assumed you’d be older. More middle aged.’

He laughed heartily. ‘Don’t assume anything until you have the facts in your hand, my dear. That’s the first rule of business.’

Oh, I’d gladly have your ‘facts’ in my hand any day. 

‘Yes, I may not act or look like the typical city boy as everyone expects, especially as my surname and appearance don’t match, but,’ he quickly looked around the room, ‘don’t tell anyone as that’s what keeps people on their toes.’

‘Ah,’ I blushed. ‘So are you based in London? Sorry, just being curious.’

‘It’s good to be curious,’ he rested his strong, yet clearly a moisturised pen pushing I-have-so-much-money-that-people-do-what-I-want-when-I-want kind of hand on my knee and leant in. ‘Ask me anything you like,’ he whispered.  

‘Anything?’

‘Anything.’

Oh dear. That’s will definitely get me in to trouble, won’t it?

‘How are we doing over there?’ Jerry asked, again, interrupting another private moment with a gusset sniffing man pecking at my feet.

Is he doing that on purpose tonight?

‘All good Jerry.’ Jeremy raised his glass to him. ‘You’re lovely wife is looking after me very well.’ 

He gently squeezed my knee, looked at me and smiled, ‘Very well indeed.’ 

Jerry raised his glass back and continued talking to a lady to the left of him.

‘You didn’t answer my question,’ I said to Jeremy.

‘And what was that?’ His hand moved slightly up my inner thigh. 

Is he playing games with me or just winding me up?

‘Are you based in London?’

‘Ah. Not as such. I have an apartment over looking the Docklands, a house in Mayfair and several places in Dubai and the South of France. Some of them I rent, some of them I stay in whilst travelling.’

‘Ooh. I see you’re well travelled then?’

‘Yes, you can say that.’ He sipped on his drink. ‘I do like to see the world.’

Want to see anything of mine?

‘That’s nice,’ I said as the main course was served. 

The meal was delicious and sumptuous, just as you would see in a Charles Dickins novel. I had the full Christmas dinner experience with a variety meats, vegetables and trimmings, whilst some of the guests were able to choose from an alternative menu as the hotel also catered for everyone’s taste and dietary needs. 

I know this maybe a long shot, but do you think they’d be able to cater for my ‘special’ needs? 

Is there a secret starters menu hidden beneath the counter in a brown paper bag, offering a variety of saucy dips where I could dunk some virile, eager lickable party sausages, packaged in tight designer underwear, all ready to stuff one’s wanton face with? 

How about for mains, a selection of big schlong studs with shiny six packs and bottoms you could bounce on, laid out on a buffet table, all hard, throbbing and meaty ready to give me a good old fashioned stuffing? 

Or a sweet, tarty flavoured tag team for desert, only to finish off with a special creamed Irish coffee to cool down my chaffed chuff after such a hearty meal for one?

Or do I have to discretely ask Pascal for an ‘extra pillow?’ Although I couldn’t possibly do that. I may be an easy lay, with my legs open for business twenty four seven, but I don’t want any Tom, Dick or Harry going grocery shopping in my exclusive premises.

I may be deemed as a hot wife, but if I want to give out any credit to their flexible friends, some kind of discretion is needed to keep up my socially acceptable appearance. 

And anyway, one, I don’t pay for sex and never will. I do have more self worth than that! Though I’m not knocking the oldest profession in the world as what I’m doing may seem stupid to those working girls and guys as I’m giving it away for free.

But I’m lucky as I don’t have to ply for business (as Michael is potentially my pimp) as I can easily find a man on my own to ease my southern scratch and fill my holes. 

And two, where would we go? I couldn’t bring a guy back to our room as Jerry would be there! 

Jerry’s not in to that kind of thing. He’s a strictly a ‘milk, milk, lemonade’ kind of guy. Predictable, methodical and boring. Experimental does not appear in his vocabulary when it comes to playing between the sheets.  

And once he’s had his way, he’s straight off to dreamland, leaving me wanting more!

Talking of more, the ping pong flirting session between Jeremy and I continued over the main meal and desert, where I found out that he was single (well, a wedding ring doesn’t stop me from getting what I want, does it?) and to some effect on what he does for a living.

I’m not sure if he said something to do with hedge funds or venture capital, but to be honest, I wasn’t really listening. My mind was on other things as to how big is his cock and what is he was like in bed?

As I’ve had a lot to drink and my inhibitions were weakened, I bravely rested my hand on his muscular exercised thigh from straddling horses at Polo whilst we nibbled on the cheese and biscuits.

His reaction didn’t quivver as I gently glidded my fingers very slowly up his leg towards his groin. Ooh. He dressed to the left!

‘Did you enjoy the meal?’ Jerry asked Jeremy as he poured himself another glass of wine. 

‘I did indeed,’ Jeremy replied, as I could feel his cock start to grow underneath the tight designer material.

‘We’re all going to the bar for a few drinks now, so that they can get the room ready for our disco. Are you coming?’

‘Not yet, but I’m sure I will,’ Jeremy coughed as my fingeres explored his swolen bulge. 

‘That’s great,’ Jerry said. ‘Do you fancy a drink dear?’

‘Yes please,’ I said, relinquishing my hold. ‘I’ll have my usual.’ I then turned to Jeremy. ‘Are you coming  with?’

‘Not quite yet. I just need to make a quick call. You two go ahead. I’ll meet you in the bar.’

Meaning that he had to let his hard on cool down before getting up. 

‘OK,’ I smiled as I grabbed Jerry’s arm. ‘Come on mister. Let’s get the party started.

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