Doing A Carol 36
Dear Diary.
It’s party time and the feeling’s right. Oh yes it’s party time, oh what a night.
Yes, I know there’re not the right lyrics, but having drowned several more drinks at the bar and with a good old gossip in the ladies about our husbands, our private dining room had now been transformed in to our own exclusive night club for the evening. Yay.
Oh. Disco, disco, let’s go disco!
With champagne filled glasses in hand, the glitterball bouncing off the decorations and the party music filling the vibrant air, we were all whirling around the colour flooded dance floor and having a good time.
Despite the restrictions of my outfit, as I couldn’t move around too much as my boys would have made an unscheduled appearance and they weren’t to be for everyone’s eyes, I had a small boogie just to show face, then excused myself and found a quiet corner to settle down on a comfy sofa.
‘Are you having fun tonight?’ Asked Pascal, as he filled up my empty glass.
‘Yes it’s been a good night. Thank you for looking after us.’
‘It’s been a pleasure.’ I caught him glancing down at my breasts. Yet again!
You like? Want a grab? Do you want to bury your head in them and give them a wobble? I was going to ask, but thought, best not to.
‘So what time do you finish?’ I asked off hand, trying not to give him the intention that I wanted to suck his cock dry or be fucked hard across the bar. I was just asking out of pure curiosity, thats all!
‘When everyone has gone to bed.’
‘Oh dear. That’s a long time to wait.’
Yes it was a long time to wait. I’m not sure if I had the patience to last that long. I want him now!
I want us to be like a couple of naughty teenagers and sneak off to an empty room for some illicit fun. I could easily cope doing it quickly in the cleaning cupboard, pressed hard against the linen sheets and toilet rolls if push came to shove. I know that’s a Christmas party cliché, but I’m gagging for a bit of wickedness right now.
Would anyone notice our departure? Would Jerry notice? Although he does have his beady little eyes on me tonight for one reason or another.
‘It can be lonely locking up at night, with just a skeleton staff on hand,’ Pascal said as he filled up my drink.
‘That’s a pity.’ I sipped my drink, ‘Couldn’t you ask any of your staff for help to get off early?’
I’m not sure if my sympathic charm was sincere or not, but he looked appreciative with my concern. Especially when he caught me looking at his bulge. Oh well, the time of being furtive is over, I guess.
‘Everyone has their own duties to perform,’ he replied,
standing up straight so that I could get a better view of his trousers snake.
‘That sounds interesting.’
‘It can be,’ he coughed. The strain looked immense as it grew bigger and bigger.
‘So when do you perform?’ I asked in a naughty, yet verbal inverted comma comment, as my eyes lingered on his trapped twitching anaconda.
‘Unfortunately the only time I can perform is when my shift finishes.’
‘Aw, that’s a shame.’
‘Yes it is. As they say, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.’
But you’re not dull. Naughty and flirty, but not dull. And as the Americans would say, I could Jack you off in my mouth anytime.
‘Well I must excuse myself and get on and do some work,’ Pascal said as he inadvertently adjusted himself.
‘Yes, I can’t be selfish and have you all to myself, now can I?’
‘The night’s not over yet,’ he winked as he walked away.
Cheeky git. And what did that mean? Does he know something that I don’t know? Did I go too far with the flirting? Was I that obvious? And do I care?
Just as I tried to comprehend the conversation, Pascal then turned around and gestured to me that Jeremy was about to come my way.
‘Hello Mrs Banks,’ Jeremy smiled as he placed his glass on to the table next to mine.
‘We’re definitely passed the Mrs Banks phase,’ I said as I suggestively crossed my legs, giving him a quick glimps of the tops of my black stockings.
‘I believe we are.’
‘Are you having a good time tonight? I asked innocently.
‘Yes I am. It’s been fun getting to know everyone. And you?’
‘Yes. The same.’
‘If I haven’t said this already, you look lovely tonight.’
Again, he touched my knee.
‘Thank you,’ I replied. ‘And you look lovely in your suit.’ We both laughed.
‘What’s so funny?’ Jerry suddenly appeared and sat down opposite us.
‘Just a silly joke,’ I said as I sipped on my drink.
‘I have to say Jerry that I’ve had a wonderful time tonight and have been looked after very well. You certainly deserve my business.’
‘That’s good to hear.’ The men shook hands in agreement. ‘I hope we can sign contracts soon and we’ll be seeing more of you in the new year?’ Jerry asked.
‘Yes indeed.’ Jeremy glanced at me. ‘You’ll definitely be seeing more of me.’
‘That’s great.’ Jerry stood up and shook Jeremy’s hand again. ‘I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to head upstairs. Is it OK if Carol keeps an eye on you for the rest of the night?’
‘It will be a pleasure,’ Jeremy grinned.
‘Great. I’ll see you later my dear,’ Jerry leant over and kissed me on the cheek. ‘It must be the champagne that’s making me tired.’
‘He’s not used to the bubbles,’ I joked.
‘I completely understand,’ Jeremy said. ‘I’m not really a champagne kind of guy either. Give me a Jack Daniels any day.’
‘Hey, me too!’ The guys hugged in agreement and to say goodnight.
‘And I won’t keep your wife up too late,’ Jeremy smiled.
‘I don’t mind,’ I butted in. ‘The night isn’t over yet. There’s still more dancing to do!’
‘On that note, I’ll let you two disco divas to dance the night away whilst I go to the Land of Nod.’ Jerry waved us farewell as he headed off to say his goodnights to his team.
I then caught Pascal watching Jerry as he waved to everyone and stepped in to the lift. He then turned to me, smiled and nodded knowingly.
‘I believe I have permission to look after you tonight Mrs Banks,’ Jeremy said as he gently slipped his hand around my waist and led me back to the dance floor.
‘I believe you do.’
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