What a bust, I thought. All these people and not one single girl among them. Dirty sexy Emma had brought her bodybuilding boyfriend, and shy little Pippa had been scooped up by some prat named Jason. The maids outfit I bought for Emma hadn't gone as expected. I didn't think they would hand out the gifts while we were all still sober. The least I would have expected her to stand up and hold in front of her body. What a waste of money.
I was sat with Dave, who in typical fashion was being quite miserable. He was a nice enough guy, but he was really sucking the joy out of the Christmas party. I felt like he wanted to be on his own. I spent the rest of the evening trying to chat to a girl from accounts, but she just kept giving me the cold shoulder. It's not your night Jim, I said to myself.
I finally admitted defeat and went home. On the taxi journey home, I looked out of the window at all the young drunken girls. What a joy it would be to have the taxi driver stop and pick one of them up for me. Often times, I fantasised about driving around the streets late at night in the hopes of finding a drunken woman in need of a safe warm car to whisk her away. Take her down a secluded lane, and have my way with her. I chuckled. Too risky, I had to admit.
Back at home now, I considered going to a local massage parlor that I sometimes went too, but at this time of year I didn't fancy my chances much. I consigned myself to a can of lager from the fridge and a night of porn. I thought about looking for some french maid videos, gleefully thinking about how I rubbed the maids outfit around my cock and balls before I dropped it off in the secret Santa pile. Nah, I thought. I looked for some lesbian videos. I was searching for one with close approximations of Pippa and Emma. What I wouldn't pay to watch those two fuck.
I didn't find anything that close so I settled for a scene featuring two women pleasuring a man in an office setting. My imagination filled in the rest.
My eyes flitted back and forth between them as I jerked off. Emma was the fiery type that would want it wild and hard, while Pippa was the innocent type that needed dominating. Dirty fucking sluts, I said to myself as I came over my couch cushion.
The new year started limply. I was glad to have Christmas over. Back in my office, I lazily went through my emails. There were a few complaints about Dave. Lately he wasn't getting as much work done, and what he turned in was full of mistakes. Normally I would leave it, as I wasn't that bothered about him. He was a good lad. I should really have a word though, if people were starting to notice.
Speaking to some other colleagues I got a juicy little story from those who had stayed at the Christmas party to the end. It seems that Jason and Pippa had made their feelings for each other known in a public way. Lucky little prick, I thought. I'd seen them chatting often in the office, and also I'd seen him sniffing around Emma too. To be young again, I thought with regret.
I gave my PC a solid kick under the desk. The screen flickered, but it stayed on. A few more, I thought, space them out. Lovely Emma would have to come back to fix it. I browsed for a few porn videos of blonde girls. If she bothered to check my browser history I wanted her to see them. I knew I had zero chance with her, but winding her up got me hard. That's all I could get these days, unless I was paying for it.
Pippa had been a good sort to have some fun with. The shy girls were always a pleasure to tease. They never really knew how to handle it, and always ran away scared. I chuckled. Shame I didn't see her much, she mostly stayed at the safety of her desk. I gave her a wink every time I saw her though.
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The weeks passed. Nothing really to look forward too. I had to have a word with Dave, I made it painless as possible. Something seemed to be bothering him, but he was keeping it close to his chest. Personal issues I figured. He probably just needed to get laid. I told him he needed to be more like that Jason. Get out there, talk to the girls instead of just keeping his head down. Not exactly the perfect advice to give someone who was under performing at work, but it might cheer him up.
Speaking of prince charming, he was finally leaving. Thank god, I thought. What this place needed was more young good looking girls, not handsome men hovering up all the attention. There was an email announcing his leaving do. I was dammed if I was going.
I left quite late on the day of his do. It was Friday, and I wanted Monday off, so I was putting in some extra hours to top up my time sheet. On my way out, I happened to walk past his now absent desk. Except it wasn't that empty. There was a big bottle of whisky. A leaving present, I figured. I slipped it under my arm. Mine now I said gleefully, as I walked to my car.
My drive home took me though the town center. I could have driven a quicker route around the outskirts, but I loved seeing the women in their party frocks. I knew it was a slippery slope to curb crawling, but I promised myself it was just innocent. On the internet I had seen that I could buy a dash cam pretty cheaply. It might be a good idea to invest in one. Get some nice films together. Something I could jerk off to later.
I put the brakes on as I thought I saw someone familiar. Nah it couldn't be her, I said to myself. There was a girl sitting in a doorway with her head in her hands. The short haircut looked familiar. I beeped my horn to get her attention. She looked up briefly.
Putting my window down, I called out. "Pippa, are you ok?"
She shook her head.
"It's me Jim, from work. Get in love, I'll give you a lift home."
Seeing the drunk tarts wandering around town didn't garner much sympathy from me, but I knew Pippa, so there was at least the semblance of moral obligation. I'd have felt bad if someone had taken advantage of her being all alone.
After a few looks around she relented and got into the passenger seat. She wasn't that drunk, but she had looked like she had been sobbing.
"Uh, thanks, Jim." She said, and did seem somewhat grateful to be out of the cold.
I asked what was wrong, and she burst into tears. Through the blubbering I gleamed that she had caught Jason screwing Emma on his leaving do.
"That fucking prick." I exclaimed quite angrily. She nodded. I was more pissed off that he had been fucking both of them.
I started the engine and set off. She told me the area she lived in, and I headed towards her place.
"If it makes you feel any better, I swiped one his leaving presents." I said, and she gave me a half-hearted smile.
I reached in the back and showed her the bottle of whisky. I offered it to her, telling her it would calm her down. She refused.
I unscrewed the top and took a swig myself. "Go on, drink his booze." I offered again. This time she accepted and took a healthy shot. I left the bottle with her.
As we drove on, she let it all come out. How betrayed she felt. How she had been taken for a fool. I nodded and agreed where appropriate. All the time, she was taking every increasing swigs from the bottle. She tried offering me the bottle, but I was driving. I wanted my head clear.
She went on to tell me how her ex had cheated on her, and how she thought Jason was the one. The crying had stopped, and it was more like ranting at the world now.
I had stopped driving towards her house quite some time ago. I was just now driving in endless loops around the town. She was pretty wasted and it wasn't long before she fell asleep. I smiled and drove her to my house.
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I pulled into the garage, and switched off the engine.
"Pippa, Pippa, wake up darling." I said, nudging her shoulder. She was out for the count.
I switched on the car light to get a good look at her. She was wearing a short black dress, and strappy shoes. Her makeup was a mess. I undid her seat belt, making sure my forearm grazed her breasts. Goosebumps jumped to attention all over my body.
