The old Chevy rolled to a stop in front of the King's Ransom. Martyr reluctantly turned of the ignition; she sat in the car for a few minutes. "Damn these guys," she thought. "They know I don't like these fucking parties."
When Smitty retired, the shift threw a bash and every asshole in the party put the make on her. Even a couple of the female guards tried to get in her pants and she was not anxious to fend off a bunch of drunks again.
Marty took a few deep breaths and opened the car door. She resolved to leave if anything was said or done that she didn't like. "Besides, it's early in the morning. Surely they won't tie one at this hour."
Walking into the bar Marty saw that it was dark and quiet. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the pale light. Because she was still in uniform, the bartender, without a word, pointed to the room in the back of the place where private parties were sometimes held.
Marty could hear the music through the door as she got close. When she opened the door a little and looked in she heard one of the male voices call out, "Get in here. We got a party going in your honor and you're late."
She identified the voice as Turnbull, one of the night officers. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw him sitting on a stool. Walking toward him she wished she had refused the invitation.
"My treat baby. What are you having?" Turnbull asked.
"It's too early for me. I'll have coffee," Marty said.
She knew that one drink would lead to another, and another. And, she had a lot to get done.
Taking the coffee and returning to Turnbull, Marty said, "Thanks for the party. I wish you hadn't done it."
He smiled and nodded.
"Looks like everybody beat me here. Am I the last one?"
Again, he nodded.
Marty surveyed the crowd. There were about thirty people there, some strangers to her -- people who worked at the institution but who she never saw because they were stationed in far distant buildings. She was happy to see the ratio of men to women was about one to one. She had no idea how many of them might be married and she wondered if the wives and husbands knew their partners were at the party.
Many were half loaded by the time Marty got to the party. Some of the guards had teamed up with members of the opposite sex and were making out in the booths that lined the walls.
"Come on, Marty. Let's dance," a voice from behind her boomed. She looked around and was surprised to see the supervisor standing there.
"OK, Leo. Let's do it." She stepped up against him and they whirled onto the dance floor.
The song on the juke box was a slow, western piece and Leo pulled Marty even closer for the dance. As they moved together on the dance floor Marty could feel Leo's cock rising in his pants and pressing against her crotch. The heat was almost palpable coming from his loins. Marty felt herself responding to the man, even though she'd dust been laid a short time before. She wondered why she felt this way now because in the past when they were co-workers she never gave any thought to making it with Leo.
The dance ended and Leo led Marty to a booth. He ordered another drink and a cup of coffee for Marty.
"I wish you'd have a cool one with me. I'd kind of like to have you a tiny bit intoxicated."
"Well," Marty answered, "I would, it's just that I have so much to do today."
As they talked, Marty looked across the room and saw a scantily clad couple had entered through the back door. They were hired party entertainers.
The woman was tall, voluptuous and the only things she wore were tiny pasties and a G-string. The man, tall also, and heavily muscled, wore a G-string that barely covered the big cock Marty could see through the fabric.
"Wow, look at that," Leo said. His eyes glazed over as he watched the woman move around the room, dancing suggestively.
"Yeah..." Marty said. She stared at the sexy guy, wishing he would remove the tiny thing that covered his big cock.
No sooner had the thought passed from her mind than the couple stripped down to nothing.
"Wow," Leo said again. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Marty stared at the massive cock that swung between the dancer's legs. She scarcely noticed the woman and she completely forgot about Leo.
Marty felt heat and wetness between her legs, she felt her pants getting wet and wished she was home so she could masturbate. She realized, fully, that she had done without a man for too long. The first thought was using her hand and she didn't like thinking about that first instead of a man.
"Who's the party for?" the male dancer asked. The music had stopped and they were standing in the middle of the dance floor.
