Its the story of how I went for a farewell party with some graduates from my work. I was their team lead. I am a married Indian malayali (mallu) woman, mom of 2. From a conservative upbringing. I am a migrant who has settled in a western country. What started as an after office drinks event soon turned out to be one of the wildest nights of my life. The paid drinks organised by the company was a dud event, not many turned up as it was the graduates who were leaving. Being someone who takes pride in drinking, I decided to go for drinks with the graduates when they invited me as I used to be their boss at work. The graduates are Ryan, Theo, Scott, Natalie and Chloe (names changed of course).
I knew I shouldn't have been drinking too much, especially because I still had to drive home later. But I couldn't stop myself, they kept ordering drinks for me. It was only when I realized I had reached my limit did I tell them that I would only drink water or soft drinks from then on. They laughed at this statement, making fun of me for being soft. I was challenged to drinking games. I lost every single time, I thought I was better than them at it. Clearly I was not! We decided to head back to the rented apartment, Ryan, Theo and Scott helping Natalie, Chloe and me back.
Ryan walked next to me while holding onto my waist firmly, giving me enough support to walk properly without falling over. I was feeling a little embarrassed, thinking inside that this was inappropriate behavior considering I was their boss and also a married woman. They asked me to not drive home for the night, but spend the night in the apartment with them. I refused initially, but they told me I was way too drunk to drive and insisted I stay the night. I agreed reluctantly.
Back at the apartment, Ryan got us all comfortable on the sofa and put on some music. He turned off all the lights except for the lamps near where we sat. Everyone was pretty relaxed, talking about work related things and laughing about stuff. I felt like I should have been doing something, but I just sat there watching everyone else do their thing. I was feeling out of place as they all seemed so comfortable in that setting. It was not something I was used to, given my Indian upbringing.
They talked about the fact that I was the most conservative out of them. They joked about how I was a hard boss at work and that I was not a fun person. They said that I was like a strict mom to them, always looking after everyone and making sure everything went smoothly. They also said that they wanted to see me in a different light, as someone who could have fun and relax once in a while. That made me feel good, knowing that they respected me for who I was. Little did I know that this was a ruse to get me to open up and do different things.
After a few hours, the guys suggested playing truth or dare. At first, we played truth only but soon they started asking each other to do dares instead of truths. I watched them do some really dirty things, including stripping down to their underwear and dancing together. Then it was my turn again and they asked me to do something similar. I hesitated at first because I wasn't sure if I wanted to expose myself like that in front of them. Chloe suggested that I show off my cleavage to them. I was reluctant to do this, and everyone made fun of me. I decided it was little harmless fun, so I decided to go ahead. Having other girls there with me and them doing similar things also made me feel more comfortable.
I unhooked my blouse, exposing my bra underneath. My breasts looked big in comparison to the other girls. I could hear them complimenting me on how hot I look and how good my body looks. I blushed but smiled shyly as they continued to stare at my chest. After that round, they asked everyone to sit back down and continue with the game. They asked each other to do increasingly naughty things such as kiss each other, fondle each other, dance seductively etc. Then my turn came again. This time they asked me to take off my top. I really did not want to do it. But then I realized I was the only one not doing anything there. So I decided to give in and remove my shirt only. I left my bra on, and exposed my shoulders and collar bone. I could hear them appreciating my beauty. One of them mentioned that my skin was glowing and that my curves were perfect. They continued to tease me, saying that I am acting like a prude. I tried to defend myself but they said that since I am married, I must have done similar things before. This made me feel uncomfortable and blush. They ignored me and moved on to the next person. I was afraid for my turn next.
Then, one of them suggested smoking weed. I don't think any of them were planning to get high, but maybe they thought it might help me relax and loosen up a bit. I had never smoked weed before, so I was hesitant at first. But seeing the others enjoying themselves and having fun, I decided to join in. They passed me a joint and I took a hit. The taste was bitter and strong, and it burned my throat. I coughed a lot at first and everyone laughed. They were really enjoying seeing their boss at work like this, humiliating me a little and finding pleasure at it. I could feel the effects of the weed almost immediately. My thoughts became fuzzy and slow, and my body felt heavy and relaxed. I was giggling uncontrollably at everything they were saying. They noticed this change in me and started to tease me even more. They said that I was acting like a horny teenager now, and that they needed to find ways to keep me under control. They were clearly enjoying themselves at my expense, and it made me feel vulnerable and embarrassed. But at the same I was losing control over myself, being drunk and high on weed.
As the night progressed, I found myself becoming more and more willing to participate in their games. I was no longer concerned about appearing prudish or conservative, and I was eager to prove to them that I could be just as "fun" as they were. All of them were in their underwear, only I was wearing my formal skirt at the time. When my turn came, they dared me to dance to a Bollywood song and remove my skirt to it. I was a little nervous, but I figured it would be fun to try something new. I stood up and started dancing slowly to the music, swaying my hips and arms in time with the beat. Dancing always relaxes me. The guys whistled and cheered me on, and I felt a surge of confidence as I danced. I loosened my hair and let it fall freely over my shoulders, feeling the cool air against my bare skin.
The song had almost ended, I still had not stripped so they started booing me. I finally removed my skirt revealing my lingerie underneath. They applauded loudly, cheering and whistling again. The girls came over to me and high-fived me. I felt as if I was finally being accepted into their fold. All of us were now in our underwear.
