My day was winding down from work when Denise screamed out at me, "Hey, Pete, where you going? Aren't you coming out with us to say goodbye to Jenny?"
I had completely forgot that the cute, shy receptionist was leaving and that some of the folks were going out to wish her off. After a long day dealing with pain-in-the-ass customers and fellow employees, I was not sure if I had it in me. Although Jenny was cute she never really seemed to be too interested in spending time with the gang and pretty much spent time to herself. Having been out with most of the folks enough times already I knew how things usually ended up: a couple people getting shitfaced and laughed about for the following weeks, Denise and her loud, trucker mouth getting somebody riled up at the bar, and me picking up most of the tab. Nah, it didn't seem worth it tonite.
"Pete...Ann said she would be there." Denise teasingly quipped. Denise knew that Ann's smoking bod and flirtatious demeanor could get me out from the doldrums. And even now I was thinking twice. You see, Ann was a recent divorcee with two kids. She was always talking about them and how much time they took out of her life and how it left her SO HORNY! She is in her early thirties, brunette, about 5'4", tanned, and with a body that might leave you in tatters if she used it right. Her legs were tanned and smooth, and her chest was well proportioned - I'd estimate about a 34C. And she knew how to dress to show off her assets. Being in sales, she understood how a nicely slit skirt or an undone button would do wonders for her sales figures - and she always was one of the top reps.
Still, I was beat and did not look forward to forward to forking our $100-$200 for other people's fun. I kept walking and just waved Denise off and mumbled I would see her next week. As I got into my car and started the engine, Denise appeared at my door and tapped on it.
"Hey, dickhead. I tell you what, I will take care of your drinks tonite if you drive me home. My car went in the shop today and I don't trust the rest of these idiots to get me home safe! What do ya say?"
With an offer like this who could refuse? I grudgingly told her to get in and told her I was tired and might still want to leave early. She agreed that she would leave early, too, if I did not get more enthusiastic and my head out of my ass. Denise always had a way with words. As we headed down to our local dive I couldn't help but notice how she was looking these days. She was not particularly attractive and her mouth tended to leave a bad impression with most people, but she tended to grow on you once you got see past her gruff exterior. She was in her mid-thirties, about 5'8", short, butchy brown hair, was a little thick around the legs and middle (though not fat), and had a rack befitting a queen-size ransom. She had lost a bit of weight in the past six months but none seem to come off her sizable chest - I am guessing she was a good 36 or 38D at least.
Well, we arrived at the bar and I was a bit surprise that less than the usual crowd was there - only about 8 people showed up. Apparently some folks had gone off on a planned weekend and said their goodbyes earlier and this left Denise, Ann, Jenny, myself and couple of people - Brad, a short, comical guy who could never hold his liquor, Tammy, the office bitch who surprised us all by showing up, Bill, the old codger who had been in the office so long that no one knew what to do with him, and Liselle, a gal from accounting who would go out to lunch at times with Jenny.
After about an hour I was starting to fade. Bill, Tammy, and Liselle decided it was time for them to go and I motioned for Denise for us to leave as well. When I did this she turned to the remaining group and said "Let's take this party to my place! Now that the losers are gone I got some good tequila at my house - let's send Jenny off in style." I looked at her with confusion since I wanted to go home but the Brad and Ann got up quickly and said 'Let's go' and Jenny sheepishly smiled and said she was grateful for us all sending her off and all. As Brad got up he nearly fell over from his heavy drinking and he clung to Ann and groped her as he tried to straighten himself up. I thought I heard Ann say something about him having to pay her if he wanted to keep copping feels and he mumbled something about gladly using his ATM card if he need to do that.
We arrived at Denise's house and all piled in. As we drove over I could tell how drunk Brad was and it seemed that Ann and Denise weren't too far behind. Jenny, on the other hand kept to her usual quiet demeanor and said little though she would laugh on occasion. At the house we all sat around the living room laughing and drinking a bit more - even I was now starting to get a bit drunk and, to be quite frank, quite horny with Ann's top showing a bit of cleavage, Denise's big boobies bouncing every time she laughed, and the usually shy Jenny starting to loosen up a bit and laughing and smiling more. That is when things started to turn for the best...
Brad got up to get us another round and he fell FLAT on his face. As we went to help him up, laughing all the way of course, we noticed he was out cold. Seeing this, Denise started to laugh uncontrollably and the rest of us joined in with her. When she calmed down she looked at me and said, "Pete, when is the last time you were with three hot babes and you passed out cold?!?" The girls looked at me and Brad and started laughing.
"Never. Anytime I get a chance to have hot babes around me I ALWAYS stay UP, if you know what I mean?"
Ann looked at me with a wild grin - "Peter...I always loved that name, along with Dick! Are you sure you could really stay UP if you had to be with two or three hot babes?" As she teased me she looked at Jenny who sheepishly turned a bit red and Denise who smiled and winked back at her. "I bet if we played some strip poker or truth or dare you couldn't even finish the game..." With that Denise got up and went to the other room.
I looked at Ann, "You're on! And I bet one of you girls will stop waaayyy before I do." As I said this I peered over at Jenny who looked a bit nervous. Jenny, our little twenty-something receptionist, long black hair, slim, slightly built, with piercing green eyes and a girlish laugh, just sat there trying not to look me in the eyes as I figured she would be the first to back out of anything. I would have bet she was still a virgin based on the way she acted and spoke around everyone. And maybe tonite I would find out. Denise came back with a deck of cards and some paper and pens. She asked what we wanted to do - poker or truth or dare. Ann grabbed the cards and started to deal before anyone could answer.
"Wait a second," I said realizing out was outnumbered, "you all probably have more clothes on and there are more of you. That hardly seems fair. If we do this we need to have some rules."