This really happened to me a few years back, during a company party. (Note that names have been edited to protect the identity of those mentioned in this tale.)
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I was single during this time and more than a little bit bitter. Not because of my recent ex at the time, but because I'd been trying to go up the corporate ladder and have failed each attempt. I was feeling down and just a tad angry, and so coming to this party was the last thing I wanted to do.
I came because my friends insisted, and for some reason (because these friends are guys) I attended.
The event happened with a hell of a lot of fanfare; loud music, lots of food, plenty of alcohol. I ate, pretty much liked the food, but loud music and alcohol ain't really for me. Never liked the taste, and because I was going to drive home and the party was held about an hour and a half away from where I lived, I easily resisted any drinks turned my way.
Enter Elise.
Elise was a coworker and a new hire in the company. She had this light chocolate complexion that was almost morena but wasn't quite, and she had short hair that framed her round face and really made her smile shine. Her body was full, seriously thicc, not fat at all. Her curves really stood out in the one-piece dress she wore; a black little thing that had lacey shoulders and a thin skirt that fell down only halfway below her thighs.
Now honestly, when she did enter all I did was stare for like a few seconds before returning to my thoughts. The music was grating on me, and my friends were all over the places doing their own things. I rubbed elbows with a few of the bosses, though I'm pretty sure they were all more focused on having a good time than discuss pleasantries (I'm not very good socially. Seriously, people have told me repeatedly that I seem so serious all the time).
Somehow I ended up staying until the end of the party, and my friends to my frustration all abandoned me for girls they managed to lock down on. Seeing the remaining people sort of shuffle around and form their own small groups, I thought it was time that I left, and so I headed for the exit.
That's when I ran into Elise again. She was drunk to the point that she couldn't walk straight and was leaning heavily on another friend of mine (a girl this time). She (Elise) was insistent on going home, since her kid (yep, she was a single mom, but I didn't know that since she didn't look like one) was going to be waiting for her. My friend wanted her to sober up a bit, saying it'd be dangerous to commute home in her state, and joining the conversation I agreed.
Somehow, during said conversation, I offered to drive her home.
My friend was ecstatic, probably happy to have gotten off shouldering a responsibility, and Elise was just happy. My friend introduced us, labeling me with all sorts of praises (He's a nice guy, you can totally depend on him! He's totally serious, like all the time, but he's a nice guy!) so I suppose that was enough to get her comfortable riding with me. I had my serious face on (wasn't having fun, even though I was taking a pretty girl home) and very straightforwardly I asked for her address. As we walked to my car, Google Maps pegged Elise's place as being about an hour away if I take the highway.
Great. Oh well, at least I'm making sure a fellow coworker was going to get home safe. That was my line of thought.
As I began to drive, Elise began getting flirty. Very flirty. She began by asking me about what I do, which team I was with, and then she asked if I found any of the girls in the office attractive. The last question took me a bit by surprise, and so I replied by flirting a bit back.
"There's a few in the office, but right now you're looking really attractive."
She laughed at that, and then she began leaning in close as she continued asking me stuff. What did I find attractive about her? I said her laughter and her smile and she laughed and smiled. She then began telling me she like Asian guys, and she began pretty describing me.
When we got to the tolls before entering the highway, there was a small line so I had to slow the car down to a stop. Elise asked if I found anything else about her attractive, and she leaned even closer, squaring her shoulders and practically thrusting her cleavage at me.