When Lenny and Johanna arrived at the party at around nine-thirty it was already in full swing.
Lenny was not a party type but Johanna loved them. She had been invited to this one by her office manager, Tony Goodchild. He was a young guy, not particularly good looking but Johanna knew that he fancied her like mad. She had never given him any excuse to make advances to her and as a result he was generally polite to her. He once invited her out on a date but she declined, using Lenny as her excuse. She knew that he would be at the party but with Lenny there she knew he would leave her alone.
Lenny and Johanna entered the party and Goodchild instantly spotted them and oiled his way over to them.
'Hello Johanna.' he smiled as his eyes moved over her, 'I suppose that this is your husband, Lenny.'
'Hello Tony.' she grinned back, instantly aware of the effect her appearance was having on him.
She was wearing a cream silk party dress with a scooped neck and open sides which showed off the cleavage and sides of her firm bustline to perfection. It clung to her hips and thighs, ending half-way up her thighs. Her shapely legs were enhanced by a pair of stiletto-heeled shoes matching the colour of her dress.
'You look lovely.' Goodchild said, his eyes taking in the rounded orbs of her smooth cleavage.
Lenny had dared her to wear the dress as he wanted the men to ogle her at the party, then he could take her home and make love to her himself.
As it happened the dress affected Lenny more than he planned and he kept trying to get Lenny away from her friends and colleagues at the party so that he could have her to himself. After a while his eagerness to get away began to irritate Johanna and she began to find excuses to slip away to chat with her friends, leaving him alone to make his own company.
In turn Lenny became annoyed with her constant habit of disappearing and told her that if she didn't stay with him he would go home alone. His suggestion triggered off an argument during which she noticed a particular man on the far side of the room.
She excused herself and said that there was someone she needed to talk to. Lenny shrugged and watched as Johanna stalked off towards a tall middle aged man standing in a group of men and was obviously the centre of attention. Lenny could see that the man oozed confidence and was by any reckoning extremely handsome. He was Richard Osborn. He worked in the same building as Johanna but in another office.
She tugged at his sleeve and stood with hands on her hips as he turned to look at her. His handsome face took in her beauty, first her face before his eyes wandered over her shapely body.
'Well, if it isn't the lovely Johanna?' he grinned.
'I'm very cross with you, Richard' she said with a stern look on her face.
Richard was the office flirt. He was known for his dallying with the more attractive females in the office.
'What could I possibly have done to make you so cross with me?' he grinned as his dark penetrating eyes bore into hers.
'You walked right past me last week without even acknowledging me.' she sniffed, tossing her head indignantly.
'Surely not,' he laughed, 'how could I fail to stop and chat to such a sexy little lady whenever I visit your office?'
'Well you did.' she said with a look of mock annoyance.
He slipped his arm around her waist and turned her to face the other men surrounding him. 'This is the prettiest little girl in the office.'
The other men obviously agreed with his as Johanna was treated to some of the most lecherous leering she had ever experienced.
'Where's your husband? He asked.
She turned to where Lenny was standing. He was no longer alone and was talking to one of the only people at the party that he had already met before.
'He's over there by the fireplace talking to Peter Grimes.'
'Why isn't he with you?'
'We've had a tiff and I didn't want to introduce him to you.'
'Why not?'
'Because I wanted to talk to you myself.'
'I'm flattered.'
'So you should be.' she grinned mischievously.
Lenny watched her from across the room. He felt a gnawing of jealousy forming in his stomach. He watched as the tall man's hand roamed from her hip and over to slowly caress the roundness of her bottom. Earlier he had dared her to wear the dress over her naked body. Up until that moment only he knew that she was not wearing underwear. Now her tall friend would be sharing in that knowledge as his hands lingered on her firm rounded buttocks.
Her eyes were telling Richard to stop his little intimacy with her but he avoided her look and continued to banter with the other men.
'I recently offered to make love to this sexy lady but she told me that she had a husband at home and had sworn to be faithful to him. Isn't that admirable?' he laughed.
One or two of his friends nodded as their eyes continued to take in her cleavage being squeezed from the low cut of her dress. She felt strangely vulnerable being nearly naked in front of all these men, but at the same time oddly safe in Richard's company. She knew that Richard was flaunting her to his friends in that strange macho way that men like to appear worldly and in charge of their lives in the company of their own sex.
'Shall we get a drink?' she asked, hoping to drag him away from the others.
'Of course.' he grinned.
'Lechers.' she said as Richard poured her a drink.
'Who do you mean?'
'Those friends of yours.' she said acidly.
'They're just admiring how sexy you look in that dress.' he purred smoothly.
She snorted.
