'Oh come on! I can't be the only one who's done that!' Sally laughed, pretending shame. She surveyed the shocked faces with satisfaction, having just 'won' yet another round of 'I have never'. She'd 'won' the last three rounds in a row, by being the only one to have fucked her boss in every job she'd had, the only one to have fucked a taxi driver rather than paying the fare (although she claimed she'd had the money, and just wanted to) and the only one to have had her first orgasm on a family holiday, while riding a mechanical bull.
The rest of the group laughed dutifully, trading glances. Sally was always out to shock, and when she'd suggest playing 'I have never' they had known it'd end up this way. It was like the time she'd bragged about fucking four security guards to get into a Lady Gaga concert. But how much of it was truth? Nikki had once jokingly filled out an application form for Sally to get on 'Ladette to Lady' and sent it to her, and Sally had stopped speaking to her for two weeks.
'Whose turn is it?' Sally said, leaning forward to grab the neck of another bottle of wine. The gang had gone through eight bottles already, but tonight wasn't turning into the drunken debauch she'd hoped for. She nudged the bottle toward Kellie, who reached for it gratefully. Nikki reached over to guide the bottle away from Kellie, who held onto it with an angry pout before pouring herself a large glass. She'd been drinking quite a lot lately, and while it was understandable Nikki was worried about her. She caught Jessica's eye and nodded at the bottle, which Jessica then made a drunken fumbling grab for. 'That's my girl' thought Nikki approvingly. She knew Jessica wasn't that drunk, not yet, but by pretending to be she could get the bottle away. Kellie had expected animosity when she'd returned to Nikki and Jess's branch, a mere five months after she'd left, but they'd been really sweet to her, and while they could never recapture the innocence of their first friendship, they'd patched up quite well.
'Jessica's turn!' Sally shouted, and all eyes locked onto Jessica, who eyes darted from side to side. It wasn't that she was a prude, but there was no way she could beat any of Sally's, and if she had one that could she definitely wouldn't tell anyone!
'I havvvvee...' the group waited expectantly, Sally on tenterhooks with her arm almost already raised to say she'd done whatever it is.
'I havvvve...never been as in love with someone as I am right now' Jessica smiled, taking a drink and looking shyly at the table. Nikki beamed and got up to hug Jessica, to a chorus of 'awwww's' from the rest of the guys. Sally rolled her eyes and poured another drink, already thinking about what her next one should be. She looked up as she heard the raucous cheers. Nikki and Jessica were kissing again. Its not that she minded them dating, they were both her friends, but wasn't it about time another couple took the spotlight? That gave her an idea.
'I have neverrrr...fucked Graeme in the staff room after last Wednesdays outbound calling...'
Sally closed her eyes and drank as the silence descended. Just as suddenly she was surrounded by a cacophony of questions 'what happened-' 'where did you-' 'why did you-'
'I was horny and he was there, why not?' she smiled defiantly, amused at the fuss she had created.
'But jees Sally, why would you? He's such a sleazeball!' Jessica laughed, shocked at Sally's latest reveal. Sally leaned back and finished her glass, and began to tell the story. What nobody had noticed was the Sally hadn't been the only one to take a drink at that one...
To be fair, Kellie shouldn't really have drunk on that one. She'd just wanted a drink. And she hadn't fucked Graeme in the staff room on Wednesday. It had been on Monday.
Jessica wasn't wrong when she'd described him as a sleazeball. Everyone knew who he was, or had heard of him, but it was only since he'd come to their branch that they'd got an upfront and personal insight into who Graeme Johnson was. The cockiness, the loud brashness, and above all the predatory way he approached anything female, had not been even slightly understated. He also had a nose for vulnerability. So of course when Kellie had come into work on Monday, late, her uniform stuffed in her bag, still wearing last night's clothes and reeking of alcohol, he'd found an excuse to take his break and followed her downstairs.
'Woah ho ho! Looking good there Kellie! Is the homeless alky look in this month?' he joked, noting her wince as his remark struck home. He was convinced his insulting comments came off as the height of wit and charm, and his smirk as he sidled towards her reflected this. Kellie stood over the sink, fighting the urge to puke as last night's drink repeated on her. She poured a glass of water and necked two Nurofen, before walking through to the staff room to drop off her bag, Graeme's eyes following her as she went.
'I was only kidding you know, you look great. Better than great actually. Bet you pulled last night eh!' Graeme leered.
Kellie blushed, smoothing down her black rumpled dress. 'It was a good night...' she said, before turning and raking further in her bag.
'oho thats a yes! You dirty mare! Did you stay at his? Or maybe theirs?' Graeme fished, enjoying her reaction. He moved closer, looking her up and down.
'I'm not going to tell you Graeme' Kellie carried on looking in her bag, hoping she'd packed her shirt.
'C'mon not even a little? I could always guess a bit n you tell me if I'm right'
Kellie didn't reply.
'did you shag someone? Come on, I always tell everyone about what I get up to on nights out. Did you?'
He moved closer, and she stiffened as she heard his tone change from bright and jokey to questioning, demanding, and felt him close behind her.
'did you...?' he breathed in her ear, and she felt his hands suddenly on the back of her knees, sliding upwards. Her mouth went dry.
'C'mon Kellie its not like there's anyone here to hear...' he whispered.
'did you?'
She sighed, and gave him what he wanted. '...yes'
'was it good...?' his hands were rubbing the back of her thighs, tracing their way up to her arse before squeezing it tightly.
'...yes' she whispered.
'mmm that is so hot...' Graeme grunted, his hand moving below the cleft of her bum and in between her thighs, feeling the satin material that separated her pussy from his searching fingers, and pulling it tight against her.
'did you make him use a condom?...' he breathed huskily, roughly grabbing her, grinding her underwear against her slit. He was rewarded with a spurt of moistness that wet the material.
Kellie breathed in sharply as she felt his fingers enter her. Her arms flew down to his to prise him away but he maintained his grip, working his fingers inside her pussy. Her body was betraying her.
'did you?'
Kellie closed her eyes and her hands went limp.
