Of Mistletoe and Elves
I had been looking forward to the office Christmas party all month long. Well, maybe not as much the party as the week off from work between Christmas and the New Year. This year I was planning on heading north to hit the slopes as a respite from the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas during the Holidays. I needed to get away from the city and enjoy the great outdoors, the sun and the snow instead of sitting behind a desk everyday, looking more and more gaunt as I never see the sunshine during the winter months, coming in while it is still dark and leaving work well after night has fallen.
I can feel the excitement strumming through the office at our daily staff meeting first thing, an attempt to keep on top of the workload, especially since the office will be closed until January. The crew has dressed down as typical for a Friday, with lots of tee-shirts and jeans instead of the button down dress shirts and slacks for the guys and business skirt suits or dresses for the gals. I have to fight the urge to check out the girls more today than usual, because some seem to already be in vacation mode and their choice of clothing matches those moods.
Since I am the crew boss, I have to make sure the clients are taken care of and report it to the managing partner over me, so I close myself in my office and bury myself in the work until someone comes knocking. I look up when the door opens, and spot Colette staring at me. The Project Runner looks good, with her chestnut locks tumbling down her back. The tee-shirt she is sporting is the tightest one she has donned at the office since her performance review at the beginning of the Las Vegas summer, before the triple digit temperatures settled in, those warm days would feel good right about now, instead of the dreary days of Winter. Her skinny jeans are slung low on her hips and there is an inch wide gap between the tail of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans, showing off the flat plain of her lower belly. My mouth stats to water as I stare, knowing there has been a subtle sexual tension between us for the last year and a half she has worked here.
"The party is about to start," I hear, but it is not Colette's voice. Behind her is the designer, Kelley. She is dressed head to toe in green. Her leggings and turtleneck sweater mold to her curves. Up top, she is more heavily endowed, a good c-cup vs. Colette's b-cups. I can tell she is going bra less today due to her costume, as the unsightly bumps from any undergarment would ruin the lines of her outfit, excluding the unsightly bumps crowning her round breasts are starting to poke out. But the things that stands out most about Kelley is her butt. A nice round bubble butt. A butt she has told me and the rest of the crew during our twice monthly sojourns to the casino bar on payday, that guys just love to play with her butt. I have told her also on those occasions that if I ever had the chance, I would tap it in a heartbeat.
She is also wearing red and white striped socks which look like candy canes and a Santa hat sits atop her head. Her brown hair is loose, hanging slightly past her shoulders now that she has started to grow it out. Running up behind her head is bent rod, or something like that, with fishing line attached to the end, holding up a sprig of mistletoe. She trounces over to my desk and bends over, giving me a kiss on the cheek, as I am now beneath the mistletoe. She giggles and runs off, not that I would have done anything with her, especially with Colette present.
"I will be done in a few," I say to Kelley's back as she disappears around the corner and Colette just shrugs her shoulders and smiles. The small gesture has made her breasts wobble and increased the amount of skin showing across her stomach. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly after she leaves. I am not sure if they know how they affect me or if they just like to tease me because I am someone who cannot do anything about it.
It takes another hour before I am finished. I could have completed it in twenty minutes if I was not fantasizing about the girls in the office who work for me. Taking the time to clear my desk, I remove my tie and unfasten the top button of my shirt. Dress down Fridays do not apply to management due to the number of meetings on my schedule.
I make my way through the cubicles to the break room where most people take their lunches. It is a large area with video games, Foosball, couches and tables, a place to relax and decompress during the long and arduous days.
The company goes all out for this event. A buffet is spread across the tables and there is a line at the counter, waiting for the bar to finish being stocked for the afternoon festivities, and it is already loud in here with the carols going and everyone trying to talk over the music.
Seeing all the food, my stomach growls, telling me I need to pay attention to it with something more than gallons of coffee and maybe chocolate donuts on occasion. With everyone in line for the booze, I am able to fill a plate without delay and sit on the couch to enjoy the holiday ham and other fixings. I have barely begun to eat when the mistletoe appears above my head. I turn my head quickly to see who it is, even though I have my suspicions, and I end up being kissed directly on my lips instead of my cheek as I assume Kelley had intended to do. The kiss lingers far longer than appropriate for this situation, and I feel her draw her tongue across my lips before pulling back.
"I brought you a Scotch on the rocks," she says as she sits down next to me, almost upsetting my plate. Her hand collides with mine as she thrusts it out to catch what I have already caught. It ends up on my thigh, precipitously high upon my leg and she gives me a sly smile.
"Thanks," I reply. "You didn't have to do that."
"I don't have to do anything," she giggles as she squeezes my leg. "I am on Christmas break." She bites her lower lip before removing her fingers and jumping up. "Gotta go," she announces. "Santa's elves are busy this time of year." I watch as she bounds from person to person, giving pecks on the cheek to both men and women alike. I think she may have partaken a little too much alcohol already and not enough food. She doesn't have much meat on her, probably 125 lbs. On her slender 5 foot 5 inch frame.
As the afternoon wears on, I notice the crowd starting to thin. The employees and clients still here are well beyond their capabilities to drive themselves home. Good thing for the ride share services which have sprung up in the last few years. All the partners have left by the time I start shewing those remaining out and on their ways home so I can attempt to leave at a reasonable hour. I have also let the caterers leave and go through the remaining alcohol at the bar, looking for a bottle of Scotch.
There may be two or three shots left in one as I grab the bottle and make my way to my office to retrieve my coat and be on my way home. I set the bottle on my desk and turn to grab my overcoat when I hear the office door swinging closed. I look to see Kelley behind the door, pushing it closed.
She looks like she had a little too much merriment this evening and is having a difficult time standing there, waiting for me to do something that I am not sure what she has in mind. She saunters over to me and says. "You never did comment on my Halloween costume."
She had sent me a text from one of the big parties downtown. In the attached photo she was wearing a leather bustier, topped off by a black lace bra which was nearly transparent. Her matching g-string panties showed off everything she has and the thigh high black leather boots were brushing against the apex of her legs, keeping her in a highly aroused state. My favorite part of the costume, though, was the black lace collar with a small silver heart tight against her throat. Her hair was up, leaving tendrils framing her face.
"It was a little too much to send to your boss," I reply.
"But I wanted you to see me," she giggles. "My boyfriend got mad at me for sending it to you, but I knew you would appreciate it."
