Julie nervously checked her year to date sales figures. There was a lot riding on these, she knew. Her year end bonus for one thing would be worth nearly five figures if by some miracle she had made her target. But, and right then, given it was the 23rd of December and the last day at work, more importantly was her side bet with fellow sales person Brenda.
Julie got her internal co-ordinator to double check her figure and then sat at her desk staring at them hoping they would be enough. Half an hour later Brenda got up from her desk and crossed the open plan office and, keeping her eyes on Julie placed her sheet of figures down on the younger girls desk and they both started to read the results.
*
Julie was 31, blonde, great figure and a real go-getter. Brenda was raven haired in her mid forties and much more world weary and cynical. They had not liked each other from the instant Julie joined the company two years ago and they had kindled a real bitter rivalry for sales and for respect in the company. Brenda had been the head female sales person for so long and had been threatened by this newer, younger, sexier model. But last year at the company Christmas meal and party afterward the two of them had found themselves together in a pub and with a few drinks inside them they had got chatting. It had been a spiky conversation, Julie feeling the need to ram home the point that she had made her bonus figure and beaten Brenda's figures. Brenda was unimpressed and with the drink talking challenged Julie to do it the next year. Julie was a little pissed and said she could easily, to bring it on. Brenda's dark eyes scoured the pub and settled on a large figure propping up the bar on the edges of their work group.
"Let's make it interesting then, shall we? See how good you really are. You and me, sales versus sales. Whoever gets the most for the year wins. But whoever loses has to fuck Big Kev."
She pointed a drunken finger at the mammoth form of the office pervert.
Julie was drunk and had just hammered Brenda's figures, she was bullet-proof and far too readily agreed.
She had actually all but forgotten about it until the end of January when Brenda had marched over to her desk and told her her figures for the first month, they were better than Julie's and Julie had looked non-plussed until Brenda had said.
"Well maybe you just can't wait to give it up to Kevin, you'll make the perfect couple, won't you?"
Suddenly Julie remembered the drunken challenge and she realised that Brenda wasn't going to let her back out of it. It had been serious and right then she had determined there was no way she would lose. The two of them had spent the year bitching at each other and sniping, building up their feud until it was imperative that that each win because if they were to not do the forfeit they surely would never be allowed to forget about it from the other.
*
Desperately Julie compared the two sheets before her one last time. She couldn't believe it. She had lost by just over a thousand pounds worth of sales. Brenda strutted back up the office and placed the two cups of coffee on Julie's desk and sat back down beside her grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Julie took a large gulp of hot coffee not tasting the large amount of saliva Brenda had spat into it as she had made them hot drinks.
"So. You lose Julie. Which means tonight on the night out you need to suck and fuck little old Kevin."
The blonde looked up despairingly across at Kevin. He was in IT was well over twenty stones, always seemed to sweat profusely and was generally avoided by most in the company, especially the women. Kevin, to no surprise was single, but was a noted pervert, having been spotted buying various porn magazines at lunchtime and it was an open secret that he visited all kinds of web sites at the company. No one ratted him out though because it gave them carte blanche to go where they wanted online, knowing Kevin was hardly likely to bust them.
Julie looked down at the sales figures one last time and gulped down some more coffee before daring to face her rival and trying to put on a brave face.
"Ok you old cow, you win this year. And I'll do it too, I'm not having you call me a welcher on bets."
*
The Annual Christmas meal was hideous for Julie. She barely touched her food and every time she looked up it was to see Brenda staring at her, evidently gloating. She stared back but found she hadn't the heart to take her on in a staring contest. She felt deflated and defeated and sought her solace in the free bottles of wine positioned on the tables. Brenda noted that her rival was drinking heavily and knew that was a big mistake.
After the meal the real drinking started and Brenda left Julie to get pretty inebriated before sidling up to her and digging and elbow into the younger girls ribs.
"Get on with it bitch, before you lose the use of your legs."
Julie glared at Brenda and for a brief moment considered smacking her in the face but she was still mentally demoralised at losing the contest and instead just gave a defeated nod and staggered across the bar towards the large man. It was not difficult getting Kevin on his own. Hardly anyone in the company wanted to be in his presence at work far less when they were away from it. He was leaning at the bar nursing a beer when Julie sidled up to him and bumped into him drunkenly. He turned around and stared at her with his piggy eyes, hardly hiding the fact he was trying to angle for a view deeper into her cleavage. Drunk or not Julie nearly lost her nerve at that but from somewhere she found the strength to grab him by his tie and pull his head down to her mouth and hiss.
"It's your lucky day, meet me in the alley by the side of this place in fifteen minutes and I'll give you a treat. But first you can buy me a drink big guy."
