Chocolate Ain't Always Sweet

For the next few days, everyone was so excited. The party was the talk of the office. The women asked each other what they were going to wear. The men would talk in groups, giving each other high-fives as they departed from the group. It was a very happy atmosphere. Sarah decided she would wear her blue jean denim outfit. It made her feel sexy when she wore it. Besides, no one at work had ever seen her dressed up before, mainly because she worked in the mailroom and only wore jeans and baggy cotton sweat outfits.

           Friday seemed to have taken forever to arrive. Sarah normally started work at 8:30 a.m., but on that particular day, she was at work at eight o’clock. She heard the buzzing sounds of voices as she entered the office. Everyone was complimenting each other all day, and Sarah, well, you know she felt like she was Diva Sarah, and no one could tell her she wasn’t.

          The party started at 6:00 p.m. It was more than Sarah had anticipated. There was food and drinks galore, and they even had a deejay. Sarah had not been out since she had arrived in L.A., except if you call going to the movies or to the mall, going out. Then yes, she had been out, but not to a party where there was food, drinks, and music. Sarah was having such a wonderful time. By nine o’clock, Sarah thought that everyone was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. They had no fear, however, for Mr. McNair had taxicabs waiting to take people home who had had too much to drink. This party was off-the-hook, thought Sarah, and wouldn’t you know it, everyone was showing their true colors. Marge, the receptionist, was seen going into the conference room with one of the top executives. She had always had her eyes on him. Brenda, the sales manager, was so wasted that she was throwing up in the ladies room. Even quiet Mr. Jones, the computer brainiac, was flirting with everything that had a skirt on, including Sarah. Yes, this was a surprise, because there was a rumor going around that he was gay. By ten o’clock, Sarah decided she was totally wasted, and needed to get a taxicab to take her home. Just as she was walking out the door into the corridor, Mr. McNair came in the door. At that moment, they bumped into each other. As their bodies touched, there was a sensation of warmness that she felt immediately. Before she knew it, they were just standing there with their bodies touching each other, and neither of them made a move to part. She stared at him and he stared back at her. Before she knew it, he had his tongue in her mouth and she was returning the favor. She had not had sex since she had left St. Louis, and to be honest, she couldn’t tell you how many rum and cokes she had had to drink. So, to her, this was beginning to feel really good. He began to touch her breast and squeezed it very hard. She felt herself get wet between the legs. He took her hand and they walked down the hall into his office without muttering a sound.