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"Just remember, nerds," Ally told us, "we've got our party tomorrow. So no working 14 hours, okay?"
Okay, first of all we weren't nerds: we were geeks. And as for 14-hour work days... yeah, okay, that was normal for us. Tech start-ups don't succeed on their own, you know (and we were doing quite well indeed). But that's why Ally insists we all go out to dinner together or something once a week, so we don't burn out.
She's the boss. She insists we're all equal partners here, but every group needs somebody in charge: otherwise there's be nobody to make us take the occasional evening off.
"Yes, boss," I told her.
"Not the boss," she said for the millionth time.
Back in December she organized a holiday party with Secret Santas. I drew her name, so I bought her a coffee mug inscribed with NOT THE BOSS.
With two of us 3000 miles away in New Jersey pitching our product to a software company, and Lana in Arizona with her sick mother - Ally had to order her to go, threatening to cancel her access codes if she didn't - we were down to eight of us for the party (the party was just for us geeks, so Madison's boyfriend wouldn't be coming, and neither would my wife - which, the way things have been going at home, was probably for the best).
"And remember," Ally added. "Red."
Ally could be kind of bossy, for a non-boss, but she did come up with off-beat ideas. Having ten of us form an Iron Man team last year (that's a swimming/running/biking competition) wasn't her best one, but it was memorable. Highly embarrassing, but memorable.
So the next day, we were all sent home at 3, and met up in a suite in the Washington Hotel at 7. It was decorated entirely in red (just as we'd been ordered to wear nothing but red, even down to our underwear). The guys all wore red sneakers, since you can't really find red men's shoes. Red wine was served, and there was plenty of Red Bull in the fridge (which had been wrapped in red crepe). The hors d'oeuvres were red, we were going to have pasta with red clam sauce for dinner... you get the idea: red.
It was a Day Before Valentine's Day party, and I thought we were lucky Ally didn't make us wear nothing but cherub wings (though I'd gotten a look at some of the women's figures during the Iron Man fiasco, so I wouldn't have minded that at all).
Tonight, though Jamie was wearing a dress (which, I couldn't help noticing, complimented her slim figure), everybody else was dressed pretty much how we dressed for work. Except, you know, in red.
Ally had packed her iPhone with music and since there were four guys and four women, she insisted we partner up randomly for each dance. I'm pretty sure the last time I'd danced was at my wedding, but I ended up with Lin, a whiz-kid programmer a few years younger than the rest of us, barely out of college. She and I did a respectable job dancing to Little Red Corvette - compared to everybody else, anyway. But 99 Red Balloons didn't go well for anybody and when Snoopy and the Red Baron came on, Madison and Alex threw red m&m's at Ally.
A slow version of Red Red Wine gave us our first slow dance and - fortified by the actual red wine - Madison and I just swayed with the music as we held one another. I really enjoyed it, probably more than my wife and her boyfriend would have appreciated.
"That wasn't half bad," Ally said. "Any objections to changing partners and playing that one again?"
Nobody did, and this time I ended up with Ally.
I was surprised both by how soft she felt as she pressed into me, and the fact that I couldn't feel any bra strap on her back.
A waitress came in (not dressed in red,
horrors!
), set up a table, and served dinner. Ally held four envelopes fanned out in her hand, and each of the women took one before seating herself.
Dinner conversation was a bit loud, probably loosened by the wine. None of us at the company were really social animals, but we were all very comfortable around one another. Fellow geeks, you know.
At the end of the meal, the girls all opened their envelopes and looked at the cards inside.
Then Ally turned the music back on. Only slow numbers now. I recognized "Lady in Red" and the oldie "Roses Are Red," but other than that who knows?
Ally kicked off her shoes, and pulled me to my feet to dance some more. I didn't object. I knew it was probably inappropriate, but I let my hand run down her back, and kind of liked the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't seem to mind my hand at all.
The other girls kicked off their shoes as well, and each grabbed a guy.
At the end of the number, Lin left the group for a moment, pulled off her sweatshirt, and tossed it onto a chair. Of course everybody applauded and wolf-whistled, even though she was wearing a red tank-top underneath. Probably because we'd had some wine so we were acting even less mature that usual.
But really, the sweatshirt must have been really warm for dancing.
She chose me for the next dance and yeah, I did place my hand on her back in a way that I could feel whether she was wearing a bra - though I'm not sure she could have been wearing one under that top without it showing.
I wondered whether, if her breasts weren't pressed against my chest, I would have seen her nipples poking through in front.
I had a feeling Lin could tell I was thinking impure thoughts.
When the song ended, we switched partners again. I got Madison. Before I wrapped my arm around her, I realized she was wearing a bra because she'd unbuttoned enough buttons on her shirt to let the very top of a red bra (of course) peek out. And since she's pretty short, and I'm kind of tall, I had a really nice view.
As before, I was really enjoying the feel of her body pressed against mine. As before, we swayed rather than actually danced.
I looked around and saw Jorge pretty openly caressing Lin's back through her tank top as they danced.
I had a feeling when I got home I'd be fucking the hell out of my wife for the first time in weeks.
Right now, though, I'd have given anything to unbutton Madison's blouse a bit more.
When the song ended, and the next one didn't immediately begin, Ally said "Bob, Jorge, Tom, Alex, since everybody seemed to enjoy Secret Santa, we girls decided to do a Secret Cupid for Valentine's Day."
"Secret Cupid?" Tom asked.
Lin waved her card. "It means I'm your date for the rest of the party."
"You're all okay with that?" I asked, looking at Madison. Okay, looking down Madison's blouse. If there were going to be any reservations, they'd likely to have come from her or me, since we both had significant others.
She smiled and nodded.
"Okay," Ally said, "let's get the music started, and let's find our partners."
Jamie moved over to me and smiled, and I put my arm around her back. She reached back and pushed it down, until it was resting on her ass. Through her dress, but then the dress wasn't terribly long.
I noticed that Lin, before dancing with Tom, had untucked the bottom of her tank top from the waist of her jeans, so as she danced enough of her midriff came exposed to show her belly button ring.
I think Madison undid one more button before dancing with Jorge, but I couldn't be sure.
Ally and Alex were back at the table, wine glasses in hand.
The music picked up tempo. We were dancing to something I later learned was called something like "Red, Hot Jazz." I missed not being able to hold Jamie, but I was getting occasional peeks of her red panties.
"I'm definitely getting my exercise for the day," Madison said. "Or the week."
"I think Ally's trying to dance us to death," Jamie said.
