The whole thing began in the most innocent and innocuous way. The office had been working very hard for the last 2 months on the preparation of a very large building contract. Because we are such a large and complex construction company, we have the opportunity to bid on multi-million dollar projects and we have had huge contracts all around the world. The contract that we were working on was at best long gamble, but we knew that if we could pull it off, there would be big money it for the company and bonuses for all who worked so hard. We also knew that our main competitor was aggressively seeking to take it from us, and, as much as we wanted it, we felt that they probably had the inside track. Because of that, it came as a very pleasant surprise that we, instead of them, had been awarded the contract. The boss was ecstatic, and decided to throw a champagne party for the staff after the Friday afternoon closing.
Today, we had had that party and it had been a good one. The various departments all gathered together and the speeches were plentiful and the beer, wine and booze flowed freely. There were the usual 'pep' and 'nose to the grindstone' speeches. There were also the 'we have the greatest staff in the world' type speeches, but the one that got to us all, was when the boss, almost in tears, said thank you. It was simple. It was sincere and it was personal. We were all touched by his candid sincerity. It was then that I noticed her. She was about 5'6', brunette, and the perfect weight/height ratio. Her shape was absolutely divine. Her legs just the right size and covered with white stockings. She had a grey skirt and jacket, a beautifully tailored white blouse, Her hair, though brunette, tended toward the darker side of that shade. She could almost have been called black, but the highlights, where definitely brunette. She had it cut in a pageboy style and it framed the most beautiful face that I have ever seen. She was simply stunning, and, believe me, the sight of her stunned me. I almost did a double take, which to my mind is about the most embarrassing thing a man can ever do in the sight of a beautiful woman. Collecting myself, I smiled at her, and, surprisingly, this lovely creature smiled back at me. Nothing more was exchanged, as the speeches picked up again and our attention were drawn elsewhere.
Finally, the speeches ended and we were all invited to stay and enjoy the party. We were told that food had been laid on and the drinks would flow as long as there were people there to enjoy it. It was clear that no expenses had been spared to make this party a good one. Most of us, knowing on Monday that this party was in the works had made plans and warned our family's that we would not be home. It was no problem for me as I am a bachelor lately come from an intimate relationship that had gone terribly sour. I had purchased an apartment/condo about a year ago and Violet and I had lived in it, until she found another 'prick' that she like better. I learned from that experience, that while a big cock might be an initial attraction, it would not make a relationship. I suppose all the extra work that we engineers had done preparing the bid had cut into her 'screwing time'. If nothing else, Violet liked and needed to be fucked regularly – no not regularly – daily, hourly, every five minutes was more like it. Damn, that woman could burn a man out in no time at all. I can't say that I was sad when she left with Tony or whatever his name was. I was looking for some rest and relaxation. I like sex. I like it a lot, but a steady diet not a constant diet is more to my liking. All that is but aside because this party suggests to me that it will be a good one. We all have a lot of steam to let off and there is much to celebrate before we get called back to work so that we can build this monstrosity.
We had milling about before the speeches were announced so the vision had just happened to be beside me. I had not planned it, but, if I had seen her before the speeches, you could be sure I would have planned the meeting. Any man in his right mind would have.
When the speeches ended, I turned toward her, but she had gone. It was disappointed to say the least. I was hoping to start up a conversation with her. It was easy to do in these circumstances. You had also sorts of work-based questions that would eventually lead up to more personal questions. The work-based questions broke the ice and prepared the way to more intimate questions. Now, she was gone, and I was heart broken. I had noticed, (for I always make note of the important things) that she was without the ring, the one on third finger left hand. She looked liked fair game to me, and I felt that I might have been likewise to her. Alas, such is life. Well, I thought to myself, there is always the bar and a single malt would taste might fine just now. I headed that direction.
As I approached the bar, I noticed my vision coming the same way. I arrived at the same time as she did, and so I said to her, "Can I order you a drink."
The Vision reply; "That would be grand. Could you get me a single malt scotch with just a touch of water, please."
I instantly fell in love. A vision with a taste for single malt scotch, who had ever heard of such a combination before. Most women hate scotch. They can see nothing in it that would ever tempt them to take it. It is a drink whose taste I acquired and, once acquired, makes all other drinks pale beside it.
I said to the vision;
"WOW! A woman who likes single malt. You are a first for me. I generally get raised eyebrows and a look of disgust from those women that I have dated when I mention Scotch, let alone single malt."
"You obviously have dated the wrong girls." Said the vision.
"I am sure that you are right. My name is David and I am from the engineering department. May I be so bold as to ask your name? (I would have crawled over an acre of glass to get it at this point."
"Certainly! She said confidently. "I am Natalie, I am an electrical engineer working with the electrical department. What do you do in the engineering department?
"I am a structural engineer. I take those incredible shapes our architect designed and try to make some kind of engineering sense of them. I can tell this project is going to be a challenge to pull off. We are going to have to think beyond the box for this one.
"David! It is David isn't it?"
I nodded in the affirmative.
"I think that this project will be a watershed for this company. If we can pull it off, we will set ourselves as a company to look to for other large developments. Whatever you do, you have to make it work. I want to be part of that new wave which we can be when this project is completed."
The conversation instantly translated into work based problems and challenges. Suddenly, we were on the same base, page and wavelength. The time began to take wing. The whiskeys arrived, were consumed and reordered. The conversation never seemed to end. We were so into what we had done over the last six months that we hardly had time for our stories and/or ourselves. Suddenly, it as 10 o'clock. We noticed that the crowd had thinned out considerably and the bartenders and food servers were packing up things. We both looked at each other, and then giggled. I said; "That went by quickly didn't it? Natalie said; "It certainly did. You know, I think that I am hungry."
"I think there is some food around here, isn't there?
"There was supposed to be some laid on." Said Natalie.
We got up from where we had been sitting and went toward a table that looked as though it might hold food. When we arrived, we soon were aware, that, whatever had been there, was no more. There were very slim pickings. It was clear that our hunger was no going to be satisfied here.
"Well! I think we blew it." Said I.
"David, I think we will have to look elsewhere for some food."
"Does that 'we' suggest that we will go together?
"We have been together this long, lets not break up a good thing." Said Natalie
"Any ideas of what you might like?" I asked her.
"Just a bite, sandwich, hamburger, pizza anything like that will do. I just want to take the edge off." Replied Natalie.
"Same here." I said "I wonder if Joe's is open?"
Joe's was a small restaurant close to the office where most of them would go grab a quick lunch. They made most of there money making take outs that were brought back to the office.
