Cheryl walked into the office Christmas party wearing her standard little black dress, a black dress that covered her black heart.
Not that anyone else would have known that aspect of her, as far as everyone else was concerned she was a pretty ordinary person, good looking yes, her slim frame, dark hair and green eyes always turned heads but she was considered an average person who dressed in a conformist manner, little did they know.
In her late teens Cheryl had been a rebel, barely recognisable from the woman today, her hair had been cut short and dyed jet black, heavy make-up and outrageous clothes, that’s how she looked as she had started at university until one tutor had taken her under his wing, his heart as black as hers. He taught her that to succeed she needed to outwardly conform, hide the darkness underneath a cloak of orthodoxy. He guided her, he watched in hiding as the first cock entered her virgin body, just as she watched as he satisfied his lust with both girls and boys. Never once did they have sex together, he wouldn’t allow it, she was his apprentice and he was the master who taught techniques in seduction and dominance.
One night in her final year he disappeared from the University, sexual transgressions the rumours said – if only they knew the half of it. Nobody had ever really connected the two of them together so she was not tainted by his demise and to all appearances she went in to university a rebel and came out a lady.
Now a few short years later Cheryl was at the party. Normally she wouldn’t mix sex with work but times had been lean lately and she was desperate for the feel of an orgasm raking her body. As she made her way to the bar one of her colleagues greeted her, telling her how good she looked. She smiled back sweetly but her mind rejected him as insipid. At the bar she bought herself a vodka and orange, which she sipped slowly, she would not be getting to drunk tonight, although she might allow people to think she was. For some pathetic reason, she thought, if people think you’re drunk you can get away with the most outrageous things while they just look on and smile patronisingly.
She surveyed the room and decided that she would bide her time, not everyone was here yet and those that were had not consumed enough alcohol, she went a sat with some of her female workmates and joined in their inane chatter, although even then the lust got to her. Jenny, the girl who worked closest to her was looking really good, her low cut red dress accentuated her full bosom and her blonde curled hair draped teasingly around her neck. Cheryl kept herself in check, seducing a work colleague was risky but seducing a female one…..
The entrance of Lee and Nick, the two office studs, who competed with each to see how many women they could have, broke her reverie. She despised their pathetic ways, they knew nothing of seduction. A cruel notion entered her head, tonight they would learn. Cheryl knew it would be easy, she knew both of them wanted her as another notch on their bedposts, well if things went to plan they would be two notches on hers.
As they approached the bar she announced she was going to the toilet and pushed her chair back in their path. They were forced to stop suddenly, she gave them her sweetest gaze, and in her most innocent (and slightly tipsy) voice she apologised. She kept eye contact with them both and then she saw it, each one thought he had a chance with her, they were hooked. Simultaneously they offered to buy her a drink, she said yes to both but only one at a time though, they fell over each other trying to be the first.