A fictional story about fictional characters.
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December 23 had started out as the joyous occasion that it should be, WJM assistant Mary Richards had finished completely decorating her desk for the coming Christmas holiday. Santa's sleigh and reindeer were prominent on her desk and she even had a tiny nativity scene tucked away in her top drawer. Everyone in the newsroom thought of Mary as one of Santa's elves: she went out of her way to spread holiday cheer. She was counting on leaving work early for the drive home on Christmas Eve to be with her folks for the holiday, when her boss Mr. Lou Grant called her into his office. Knowing he was not exactly jolly, she had decorated his office with a single piece: an extremely tiny pipe-cleaner tree on his desk. It couldn't have been more than 1 1/2 inches tall and he made a joke about it shedding needles on his desktop. Mary's upbeat mood was soon dampened when he informed her that since she was the newest member of the Newsroom, she would be required to work on Christmas day. The tradition of spending the holiday with her family was ending and Mary was heartbroken as she entered her apartment after work that evening.
As she finished decorating her tree, her best friend, and upstairs neighbor, Rhoda Morgenstern attempted to cheer her up. They made a date to have dinner and spend Christmas Eve together in Mary's cozy apartment and Mary's mood lightened. Reporting for work at the television newsroom on the day before Christmas, Mary had resigned herself to her fate and decided to make the best of it. She exchanged gifts with her good friend, head news writer Murray Slaughter, and was actually getting back into the holiday spirit when Fred, the WJM weatherman, asked her to work for him that evening so he could spend Christmas Eve with his family. He played the guilt card by telling her he hadn't spent an entire Christmas with his family in years and she reluctantly acquiesced. He agreed to cover for her while she went home for a quick dinner and Mary drove home in a somber mood.
Normally she would have put some Christmas music on her record player as soon as she entered her apartment, but she just wasn't in the mood as she hastily put together a Christmas Eve feast consisting of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She broke the news to Rhoda, who was actually Jewish and only celebrated Christmas to join Mary, and they both began Christmas Eve totally depressed. After finishing her sandwich, not even all the festive lights on her drive back to WJM through downtown Minneapolis could cheer Mary. As quitting time approached for everyone else, they systematically wished her a "Merry Christmas," while admonishing her for falling for Fred's sob story. When Mr. Grant finally left the newsroom it began to sink in that she would not be seeing another human until the next day. The only other person in the building was a night-watchman who had to remain in the lobby, and this was 1970 so there was no 24-hour news stations, no overnight newsperson. The newsroom would be manned by the teletype machine from the time Mary left at midnight until she returned at 6:00 AM on Christmas Day.
There was really nothing to do as she checked the teletype every few minutes on a slow news night. She watched all the traditional Christmas Eve fare on television: "It's A Wonderful Life," and "A Christmas Carol." When a presentation of "The Nutcracker" ballet came on, Mary glanced around the newsroom by reflex, making sure she was alone, and then began to gayly dance around the room using her best ballet moves. She was built like a classic dancer; tall, lithe and very flexible. Using all the moves she had learned at dance class as a child she freely moved around the newsroom bending in a "plie" and then jumping in her best "saute." Mary had often fancied herself as a professional ballet dancer, but knew from experience that her tiny ankles could not handle the stress. The dancing had lifted her mood and she was actually smiling to herself when she heard the familiar mechanical whirr of the elevator out in the hall. Suddenly fear gripped her because she knew there was no one else in the building who could leave the lobby and her imagination went into overdrive. Quickly she propped a chair against the doors and dialed her best friend Rhoda to tell her that a murderer was coming to get her.
She nearly dropped to her knees in relief when the unlikely trio of Mr. Grant, Murray, and eternally obnoxious newscaster Ted Baxter appeared at the doors carrying brown grocery bags. "Oh Mr. Grant, Murray, Ted; what are you doing here," she cried out.
"We're here to surprise you," Mr. Grant explained, "we're having a Christmas party. We were going to call, but it was Ted's idea to surprise you. I'm going to call Gordy (the WJM sportscaster) to join us."
Mary was so filled with relief and happiness that she forgot she had called Rhoda in a panic, until the phone rang and a frantic Rhoda asked Ted if he was the murderer. Mary quickly reached for the receiver and assured Rhoda that everything was fine; inviting her to join them for an impromptu holiday celebration. They had brought bottles of soda, juice and vodka that they mixed together in the water-cooler bottle for a festive punch. Paper cups, bags of chips, and bowls of dip were produced and spread on top of filing cabinets. Gordy brought more "munchies" and Rhoda burst through the door wearing one of her outrageous, brightly colored jump-suits. Unaware that Ted had poured the entire quart bottle of vodka into the punch, a carefree Mary drank freely and was soon dancing happily among the desks. Usually Mary's alcohol intake was limited to an occasional glass of wine with dinner so the vodka almost immediately took effect. All four males were unashamedly eying Mary's long slender legs as she gyrated to the pop tunes on the radio station Ted had tuned in.
When "American Woman" blared from the speaker, a very inebriated Mary began to twirl and shimmy almost uncontrollably and Rhoda joined her. From the way Rhoda's breasts swayed inside her loose jumpsuit, the men were fairly certain she had omitted her bra that evening. She had been in such a hurry to join Mary at the station that she had simply neglected to put on any underwear at all, and the feeling was incredibly liberating. Ted, who considered himself a "silver haired irresistible lothario" began to twist his upper body to the beat in front of Rhoda, trying to capture her attention. Watching this free-spirited woman shake her curves and ample breasts was exciting every male in the room and suddenly it seemed to be filled with sexual tension. Mary and Rhoda could sense it also; it was as if they could smell the testosterone; and mixed with the alcohol it was causing their arousal.
After working up a sweat dancing to "Spirit In the Sky," Mary virtually collapsed in her office chair while Rhoda seemed to be having her second wind twisting between Ted and Gordy. Mr. Grant wiggled his finger and motioned for Mary to join him in his office. He had taken off his tie and jacket and Mary could not help but notice how his muscular upper body strained against his crisp white dress shirt. She had always had a secret crush on her brusque, somewhat crude boss and tonight found herself becoming aroused at his close proximity. She stood leaning back against his desk as he closed the door gently behind him and turned to look at her. Her green dress did a marvelous job of displaying her slender legs as it ended about six inches above her knees. It was accessorized by a matching belt tied at the waist around two large ornamental rings and had a zipper that began at the neck and ended at her waist. While becoming perspired dancing, Mary had pulled the zipper down a couple inches and exposed some bare flesh below her neck.
On many women there would have been exposed cleavage, but Mary had been shortchanged in the breast department. Her 34 B's were barely handfuls and when in her apartment alone, she never bothered with a bra. In public however, a bra was a necessity because what she lacked in cup size, she more than made up for in nipples. Her nipples were incredibly long, nearly 3/4 of an inch and extremely sensitive. If she didn't wear a bra, the rubbing against her clothes quickly aroused them and they became quite prominent and visible through her shirts. When Mr. Grant turned to face her, she flashed him that electric smile and inquired, "yes Mr. Grant, you wanted to see me?"
As he slowly approached the desk, Mary was almost hypnotized by the movement of his muscular torso and could feel her nipples becoming erect under her clothes. Suddenly, even though she knew she was drunk, he was the most desirable man she had ever known. "It's Christmas Mary...call me Lou," he almost whispered as he bent towards her face. "You can really dance," he stated, "it makes me wonder what else that little body is good at. You know, I have always been attracted to you...have you ever had any romantic feelings about me."
Feeling her crotch grow moist, Mary flung her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his while breathing, "oh, Mr. Grant." He crushed his lips into hers as his hands firmly grasped her tight little ass cheeks through her dress. For some reason he was surprised at what tiny little handfuls they were as he squeezed and released them rhythmically. As her tongue searched for his, Mary's mind was racing and she felt light headed while registering the warmth spread from her ass to her crotch. She desperately wanted this brute of a man; this man she had a secret crush on from the moment he had interviewed her. Dropping her hands, she pushed his slightly back and worked feverishly on his shirt buttons, one button popping off and rolling across the floor. He released her bottom and swiftly whipped his shirt down his arms, tugged his undershirt off over his head and stood before her naked from the waist up. Mary reached gingerly forward and began to run her hands through his thick chest hair; she had always been turned on by a hairy chest.
Mary's pulse rate shot up as Mr. Grant deftly untied her belt and then began to slowly lower the long zipper on the front of her dress. If she had not been under the influence of the vodka she would have been embarrassed as he gently eased the green material of her thin shoulders and down her slender arms. She felt her body shiver as she reached behind her to unclasp the plain white bra, that on her seemed as sexy as a lingerie model. Mary held the garment tight to her chest until Mr. Grant took it out of her hand and tossed it onto his chair. Resisting the temptation to cover her chest, Mary stood before him and thrust her girlish chest toward his thick body. For an awkward moment, Mr. Grant just stared at her tiny breasts and then tenderly covered them with his rough hands and began to knead. He trapped her incredibly long nipples between his fat fingers and squeezed; Mary nearly falling to the floor as her knees weakened. Her small mounds fit perfectly in his calloused hands and the friction caused her nipples to grow even longer.
One by one he removed a hand and began to flick his tongue around her bright pink, half-dollar sized areola; deftly avoiding the sensitive nipples. Mary's body was shivering with delight as he finally took each elongated nipple into his mouth and nibbled. As he bit down on her extended nubs, Mary could feel her crotch being flooded with her first orgasm. she spread her legs farther to steady herself against the desk and Mr. Grant took her by surprise by dropping to his knees in front of her.
