Fourth in a series of stories of women performing oral sex.
All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental.
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With one hand, she was able to reach into her purse and pull out the apartment's key and open it to let them in. They carried her drunk husband on their shoulders into the apartment, practically dragging him in. Andy kicked the door closed behind them to close it; he didn't want Anna's neighbors poking in if there were any coming by at that late hour. She guided them in the direction of their bedroom. There they just dropped Clifford on the bed; he was practically falling off, so they had to readjust him.
Andy began to rub his left shoulder. It was sore from having to drag his boss from the office party to his apartment. He looked over at Anna, his boss's wife. She didn't seem to have that problem. From what he could gather, she was used to dragging her drunk husband around, so her shoulder muscles were used to it.
"Want to get a drink with me?" she asked.
"Are you just going to leave him there like this?" he asked. "Should we take his shoes off at least, or his jacket."
"No, I like to leave him like this when I have to take his drunk ass home," she answered. "If it makes him feel uncomfortable, it'll be part of his punishment, besides his hangover and me yelling at him for being an idiot. So, do you want to get a drink with me or not?"
"Ok."
It was a large apartment, something he would expect from someone who made a good six-figure salary. She led him to the game room, where there was a small bar in the corner set up. There she pulled out a couple of small glasses and poured them a drink. They made a small toast, clinked their glasses, and took a sip.
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This all started several hours earlier at the office when they were having a retirement party for Paul Myers, a senior V.P. of sales who has been with the company for 25 years. Clifford, Andy's boss, was one of the named partners in the company, and he presented him with a gold watch and gave him a very well-thought-out farewell speech. Clifford was about 40 years old, just a few years older than Andy, and the only reason he had his position was because of his father. He didn't know much about the business, but he knew how to get other people to do the work for him so he could take credit. For example, the speech he gave at Paul's retirement party, it was Andy who wrote that speech for him; a speech that everybody loved but could never take credit for.
For a few months now, ever since Paul announced his retirement, Andy and a few others have been doing everything they could to suck up to the bosses and outdo each other to get that open position. Clifford, of course, wasn't making it easy for them. It was one thing when they had to prove themselves in the company, it was another when he made them do favors for him. One guy had to wash his car once a week, another did his taxes for him, and one person was paying for his dry cleaning. Among a variety of things Andy had to do to gain his bosses' favor, he once had to be the wedding date for Clifford's socially awkward niece, a woman who was very much obsessed with anime and couldn't stop talking about it.
There were also other things going on. People were buying him lunches, getting him small gifts, and doing favors for him around the office. Technically speaking, he shouldn't be getting his workers to do these things for him, but Clifford had a loophole around it. He never directly asked for these things; all he had to do was talk about it casually, as if he was just saying things out loud, but never asking people to do those things for him. If the person heard him talking about what he needed and offered to do it for him, it was technically voluntary.
Andy felt that he was, of course, the number one choice for the position. He has been with the company for ten years, and he has a much higher sales record than everybody else. But in this company, sometimes that doesn't matter; he has seen people less deserving of a promotion or raise for far less. He's not entirely sure, but he's sure the head of marketing, who's barely out of college, only got the position because he's sleeping with the daughter of another partner in the company. So, although Andy felt that he was deserving of the position, it could easily be taken away from him.
One final ace up his sleeve that he was sure would get him the promotion were the tickets he got for his boss's favorite basketball team. The seats were in the lower section and midcourt too. It cost him a lot of money, but he felt it was worth it to stay ahead of the others going after the job. Andy was casual about giving him the tickets. He pretended that he couldn't go to the game because of a family event and offered them to his boss, who gladly took them.
And then there was the speech he wrote for his boss to give at Paul's retirement party. Andy spent two weeks working on it, making it as perfect as he could. He checked his notes and saw that he had just under a hundred different revisions of that speech. Everybody loves it so much that they couldn't help congratulating Clifford on it.
After the speech, he looked for Clifford around the party and wanted to talk to him about the position. He felt that it might not be a good time, but then he saw some of his own competitors swirling around him and needed to be nearby. Clifford was standing around a group of people with his wife, Anna, on his arm; it was more like his second, younger, trophy wife. She was in her late 20's, had long dark hair, an amazing figure, and was wearing a blue dress that was showing way too much on top. He knew for sure that her breasts were augmented because he actually knew her for a few years now, from back when she was a Clifford's secretary, with whom he had an affair, which led to his divorce. Like most of the guys in the office, they remembered her figure from before the marriage and saw the difference. She didn't need to get implants, they were a good size C-cups, but then they suddenly grew to D-cups.
By the time Andy got to him in the crowd, he could see how tipsy he was starting to get. He was making dumb jokes that weren't funny but everyone was still laughing at, and every time he wanted a new drink, someone was more than happy to get him one.
"By the way, I want to introduce you all to someone," Clifford started to say with a slurred voice. "Brad, get your ass over here."
From the corner, there was a tall, slender man that no one had seen before. He walked out of the crowd and stood next to Clifford.
"This is Brad, my old college buddy, and a heck of salesman," Clifford began to say and took one big gulp of his scotch that he was holding in his hand. "Anyway, long story short, he's the new VP of sales. So, this is your new ass to kiss."
This took Andy and several others who were vying for the position by surprise. After all this time of ass kissing, it took an old college friend to get the job. They had no idea of who he was, or what his background in sales was, or if he was really deserving of the job. When the shock was starting to wind down, everybody, including Andy's other competitors, went up to congratulate him, while Andy was the only one to walk away. Unlike everyone else, he was too upset to be kissing the new guy's ass.
Later on, when he finally had enough of the party, he decided he was ready to go home. Outside the office, in the parking lot, he was about to call an Uber driver on his phone when he saw Anna carrying out her drunken husband.
"Damnit, you asshole, keep it together until we get to the car," she yelled at him.
Andy was just going to ignore them. He didn't want to get involved, especially not with Clifford.
"Hey Andy," she called out to him. "Can you help me please? I just need to get him to our car."
