This is a short little story that crept into my mind, before I rolled out of bed this morning. Sometimes that's when I get ideas for stories, most of the time though I forget them before I can get my teeth brushed. It's the shits getting old. It's a story about a man whose wife pushed him to go to a party with her that he didn't really want to go too. A man who gets drunk and bored then makes his own fun.
For me it's a short story, about 5k word count. It has sex and nudity in it, so if you're under eighteen, please move on. For the rest of us, I hope that you'll enjoy my little tale.
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I was in a rotten mood. I can't really call it writer's block because I can still write, it's just shit. I wrote three chapters today, which sucked. That didn't make anywhere close to my goal of 15,000 words a day. Then I started back reading three previous chapters, then on through what I wrote today. Highlighted today's' writing and hit the delete key, like I said pure shit. It didn't even fit with the flow of the book.
Yeah I'm an author, not a famous one, but I sell enough to pay some bills, with enough extra to put in the bank for a rainy day. Plus my wife works too, so we're sitting pretty well financially. She works as an outside saleswoman for a clothing manufacture. It's just her and I, no kids, early on we decided against adding to the over population of the world.
I'm trying something new in my writing. I have a cops and robber, action series that I have written for quite a while. It's through a publisher with an agent and all that traditional stuff. My agent and I went to the publisher and negotiated a deal that allowed me to try a self published line of erotic adult romance novels on Amazon, with the option of being bought by the publisher if they sold enough. Today I was writing in the cops and robber series, that's my main money maker, that's why I'm pissed off.
I'm in a bad enough mood that I go and mix up a gin and tonic. That's not usual for me, to start drinking this early. I'm not even half way through the first one, when the wife breezes in chattering a mile a minute. She's early too, but seeing the G&T in my hand brings her to a dead stop.
"Oh...not good, someone had a bad day."
"Yeah, I wrote only three chapters, and then deleted them. So it seemed like a start drinking early and often day."
"Well how about drinking someone else's booze. One of the stores I've been trying to get my foot in the door on has asked us to a cocktail party that they're having tonight. I know that it's short notice, but it's just the kind of thing that I need to do to get in good with the people, to get them to know me. Then I might be able to parley that into an order."
"I know that it's the kind of thing that you hate to go to, but it might get and keep you out of your funk, and drunk on someone else's dime. Plus you know how much you like to people watch. This party will be a great time to do that. I'm sorry though, you know that I'll have to network and press the flesh, have to leave you by yourself most of the time. But you'll have fun watching all the beautiful women all dolled up, all that T&A."
"Oh joy, I don't know if you want to risk taking me along. I'm in a kind of dirty bastard mood, a play a prank or pick on someone mood. Maybe I'll get one of those beautiful shop girls and play a naughty prank on them."
"Don't do that Jake, this is for my work, and could mean a real nice contract. I could get a rather large bonus for that trip down into sunshine and sea water that you've been wanting. I don't want to leave you home alone though. You know how you'll get, drunk and depressed. Then you wouldn't be able to write for a couple of weeks, and then you'll get more depressed. Then I'll have to fuck your brains out for a week or more so you'll get over your funk."
"Well now that you mention it that might not be such a bad idea."
"Ha...how about this? Come to the party and be good, then I'll still fuck your brains out tonight?"
"Well, that sounds like a win/win. Plus maybe we can negotiate a few more days of that 'fucking my brains out'."
"Don't push your luck buster. You still have to be good to get the prize. Now go get dressed, it's a women's' fashion store so they like to dress up, but it's not formal tonight. Just cocktail dresses for the ladies and a nice suit for the gents, maybe that gray one I like."
"It shouldn't be too bad of a party tonight; it's a celebration for the great sales quarter they've had. So everyone should be happy and ready for some fun. So go get ready, I only have an hour and a half to put my face on and get dolled up. Plus get there, when you're ready, why don't you call a cab so neither of us will have to drive. That way if you get 'naughty' and cause a scene I'll just pretend that I don't even know you and you can get your own damn way home. So don't be a 'dirty bastard' tonight, remember it's for my work."
Well in my head I wasn't promising anything but got ready and we went to the party. Whoa, this was a much bigger thing than Mary ever let on that it would be. There must be enough cars around this big McMansion for 50 to 75 people. When I gave her the stink eye, she just put on her innocent face and smiled. If there's enough shop girls for this many cars there should be a lot of T&A, and people to watch. Oh well, put on a smile and drink. I probably won't know a single soul here.
Right inside the door Mary meets the lady she wanted to see. She asks for the directions to the bar and points me toward it, then floats off to meet and greet. Finger food and the bar are set up in what seems to be a formal dining room. A lot of really nice finger food too, they must have had it catered in, and it's a full bar with bartender included. Maybe this party won't be too bad after all.
Mary was right about the beautiful women and all the gowns. Most of the people are about our age, with some older, but also a lot of real young shop girls in really hot dresses. In the main great room where most of the people are, it's one of those cruise parties. The kind where everyone is milling around. They're floating in and out of small groups, just wandering around.
I just float around too, not talking to anyone. Just watching people and trying to not look like a wallflower parked somewhere. It's too easy to drink, open bar just off the great room. Not even twenty steps to a new G&T and a couple of snacks. The snacks are what's keeping me somewhat mobile and in a straight line. I was right though, I haven't seen a single soul that I know. It's getting dangerous, I'm getting drunk and bored.
It's getting toward the later part of the night. Getting drunk is my only excuse. I keep coming back to this one couple to watch them, and I don't know why. There's nothing special about them. She's pretty, maybe bordering on very pretty. Somewhat tall and slender, blond hair and it looks like blue eyes. Nice rack but nothing special, just proportional to her body. Her legs are nice, somewhat long for her frame, nicely shaped with four inch black heels on. Her ass is probably her best feature, well that and her tits.
Her gown is really nice too, one like you would see on actresses on those red carpet affairs. I don't know what they call it. It's got a corset top, no straps nor shoulders or sleeves, and a very tight midriff. That drops to a tight sheath dress with a slit for walking. The corset top is like a strapless bra that only covers the lower half of her breasts. Like a shelf that holds them up but lets them move freely in it. The center is loose fabric too, she better not bend over and touch her shoes, then they would fall out for sure.
