Anonymous said:
Hey, slut, I wanted to submit a request, but I had no idea how to do it anonymously :( Anyways I wanted to request a story about a work Holiday party. The girl shows up in a fitted king dress (a bit of a fancy party), and she gets fucked by her manager or co-worker. You're so creative I can't cum up with more ideas. I'm sure you get the hint. Can't wait to see what you put together.
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Best Office Slut
I hadn't been working at Nakashima and Associates for long when I was put in charge of planning the big company party. It wasn't supposed to be a Christmas party since that wouldn't have been politically correct. It was supposed to be called a Holiday Party. I was in charge of sending out all of the invitations to the associates and their families. It was a law office, and honestly, all of the men were so uptight. I was used to being flirted with and asked for sexual favors. Still, at this office, all of the men were so professional that I started to doubt my feminine abilities.
I dressed relatively sexy for work, rolling into the office in skirts that were too short and tops that revealed way too much of my fake tits. I thought that if I dressed sexy enough, the men would eventually give me the attention I wanted. I was used to drawing stares everywhere I went, so it was odd that my workplace wasn't like that.
I gathered the party invitations and circulated through the office, handing a crisp cream envelope to each of the male associates. One woman, Janet Tonawanda, worked in the office and couldn't tell what she thought of me. I handed her an invitation, and she barely looked up when she muttered, "thank you."
As I walked away, I heard Janet say something in Japanese to another associate, and they laughed. They were always doing that to me, speaking in Japanese to each other so I wouldn't know what they were saying. Sometimes it made me feel stupid, but I chose to keep a smile on my face. I would never let them know it bothered me.
I skipped back to my desk and took note of the instant RSVPs from all of the associates. Even Janet got back to me right away. These lawyers were so on top of their messages that I barely had to work. My job was simply to transfer phone calls to the right associate or take messages, which I hand-carried to each of their desks to make sure they received them, just as my boss had asked me to do.
The phone rang. I picked it up. "Nakashima & Associates, how can I help you today?"
"Kate, I need to see you in my office right away." It was my boss, Mr. Hiroshi Nakashima. His thick Japanese accent made it almost impossible to understand him when I first started working with him. Still, somehow I had cracked the code and could now understand him clearly.
"Yes, sir," I said, hanging up and quickly making my way to his private office. He sat in his oversized office chair, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes pulled tightly by a strained smile. He rarely gave an authentic smile, opting instead for a more contrived version of happiness.
"Kate, thank you for distributing the invitations. I expect you to be at the party as well. There is a special honor for you."
"An honor? What kind of honor?"
"Oh, it is a surprise, but make sure to wear a gorgeous dress. You will be on stage in front of everyone. I want to make sure you understand that before the party."
"Yes, sir. I will wear a nice dress," I said with enthusiasm.
"Here is some money to purchase a beautiful dress." Mr. Nakashima smiled with more warmth than I'd ever seen him display as he handed me a stack of cash.
"Oh, thank you! This is very generous!" I gushed.
"You are welcome, Kate. You are a good secretary. I will see you at the party for your honor."
"Yes, see you there, Mr. Nakashima." I didn't count the cash until I left his office, but there were two hundred dollars, and I knew I'd buy a cheaper dress and pocket most of the money. This was my lucky day!
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It was cold the night of the party, so I threw on the fake fur coat I'd bought at the Bargain Bin for less than $20. I decided to just choose something to wear from my already existing wardrobe. My "dress" was actually two separate pieces in pink and white; a short, ruffled skirt in stark white and the top a bubble-gum pink cropped knit with a keyhole cutout to show off my breasts. Both the top and skirt were tighter and more revealing than they should have been, so I decided to wear a bra against my better judgment. Since I'd gotten my implants, I rarely wore a bra unless I was at work. I paired all of this with some iridescent silver heels that shimmered in the light as I walked.
I knew that my outfit didn't look like I'd spent a total of $200 on it. Still, I needed the extra money, and my outfit was sexy enough that it more than made up for the fact that it wasn't exactly a fancy party dress. Men didn't know anything about fashion most of the time, anyway. I made my way to the curb to wait for the ride I had called. I was planning on drinking on Mr. Nakashima's dime and wanted to be responsible by not driving.
When I arrived at the party, it seemed like no one even noticed me. I made my way to the open bar to grab a drink, and not a single person stopped me to say hello. No one stared at my tits or even tried to flirt with me. I looked around to see if I recognized anyone. To my amazement, I noticed that my co-workers all looked exactly the same as they did at the office. They were all wearing the identical suits they had worn earlier in the day. Only now they were toting their families along with them.
I realized that I had made a few mistakes planning the party, one of them being the D.J., who went by Ultra Retro. The associates and their families seemed to despise the nineties music, which was freely flowing. I hoped that the booze would remedy the situation. If everyone got drunk, then maybe they would all forget that I had planned this shit show of a party.
I went to the open bar and got my drink. To my horror, I realized that not many of the associates were drinking. I hadn't spotted Mr. Nakashima yet, but I was sure he would be angry when he saw the dark, empty dance floor. I glanced around, hoping he hadn't decided to fire me. There were even some children present, which I realized was my fault as well. I should have indicated that this was an adult activity and to get a babysitter.
Wives and mothers huddled close together, trying to make conversation over the loud music. The associates looked like they were in hell, and maybe I had overestimated their attachment to their families. I decided that I could correct the problem by announcing that there would be a private party for associates and employees after the party. Obviously, none of the wives wanted to be there, and the children didn't look any more enthusiastic. Mr. Nakashima had planned on giving out a few awards at the end anyhow. I would fix everything!
