**This is the third story in this small series, that may or may not continue after this -- I feel the need to write something else! For the first two in the series, both available on this wonderful website:
https://www.literotica.com/s/schooling-molly
https://www.literotica.com/s/mollys-mum
In the meantime, enjoy!**
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It's Christmas time and the world is full of plastic happiness. Hideous decorations, a kaleidoscope of 'hilarious' Christmas jumpers being worn everywhere, the expectation that I have to be doing 'something' for the big event. I won't be, out of protest. I'll be at home, spending most of the day on my own, watching films, PlayStation, apart from the couple of hours when I'll see my little girl at her mothers and her new boyfriend. I'm looking forward to when Boxing Day rolls around and life goes back to normal until November next year.
First though, I've got to negotiate the most torturous night of the year -- the 'work Christmas party'. This year, it's taking place in a pub that turns into a nightclub, and I'm waiting for the boss to do his big speech, and then I can leave. I'm not a big drinker, and work in an office of 12 people, so any attempt to slope off early is going to be noticed. I did it last year and got hauled in for a New Year lecture for undermining team spirit or some shit like that.
I'm at the bar, ordering myself another Diet Coke when Gavin, the only other guy around my age appears at my elbow. He nods at me, and then laughs.
'Angie has her eye on you for tonight.'
'Really? Oh fuck. I'm definitely off home early then.' I reply.
Angie has a degree of notoriety in our office. She's worked for the company longer than anyone and knows where all the bodies are buried about everyone, from the big boss to the cleaner. She's in her early 50s, has never married, overweight and has slept with most of the guys that have ever worked there. I have absolutely no intention of being another one of her victims. The story goes that my job only opened up because she slept with someone who couldn't face coming back to work again and quit, as Gavin always delights in telling me. I turn and look at Angie, she catches my eye and blows a kiss at me. Her badly dyed blonde hair falls across her face and I shudder. Anything but waking up next to that tomorrow morning.
'Could be worse,' Gavin comments. 'She's actually not that bad a fuck. Once you just go with it, you'll have a great time. She's up for anything.'
'Piss off!' I tell him. 'I'm not going anywhere near her!'
Someone jostles into my left arm and bumps against my hip. I turn to see what's going on, and find myself face-to-face with Molly.
'Hey, you! Back from uni for Christmas?' I ask, barely able to keep the smile from my face.
She leans in and kisses me on the cheek. 'It's great to see you! What are you doing here?'
'Work night out,' I tell her, indicating the rest of my group. Angie glares at us. Or, more specifically, she's staring a hole through Molly.
'Who's the fat one?' Molly asks
'Woman who's got my eye on me.'
Molly laughs. 'She looks lovely. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time!'
'Behave! I'm not going anywhere near her!'
'Oh, you say that now. Before you know it, you'll be waking up tomorrow, handcuffed to her radiator...'
Gavin appears between us. 'Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?' he asks, reaches an arm around her. I have to actively hold back the urge to punch him.
Molly looks at him, a steely glare in her eye. 'No. No, he's not.'
Gavin holds his arms up in mock surrender. 'Okay, sweetheart, take it easy. I'll be back with the guys,' he tells me and melts away.
'So how are you?' I ask.
'I'm good. Love my course, met some nice people, getting good marks. It's all going well. Miss home, although Mum's being a bit weird lately.'
'Yeah? What's up with your mum?' I ask, although I can shoulder some of the blame for her change.
'She just seems happier. More patient with Dad and everyone else. It's odd.'
The barman finally passes me my Diet Coke, I offer to buy Molly a drink, which she refuses.
'Got a boyfriend?' I ask.
She shakes her head. 'Had a couple of one night things that never went anywhere else. There is a guy I like, but he's on the rugby team and whenever he's around them, he's an utter dick. On his own, he's really cool, but around others, he's an absolute asshole.'
A tall blonde appears beside Molly and gives me a dirty look.
'You know the rules, Molly' she tells her. 'No guys, girls only tonight.'
Molly rolls her eyes. 'I know, I know,' she turns to me 'This is my friend, Jess. She's demanding it's a girls night only. Great to see you, though. Message me sometime?'
I nod. 'I will.'
'Hope you don't end up handcuffed!'
She links arms with Jess and they sashay away, asses wiggling in tight clothes and boots. I check out Molly from behind, and her body is still tight and lovely. Jess is pretty hot too -- she's wearing a black playsuit that cuts off just underneath her butt, a pair of black knee-high boots and her blonde hair goes mid-way down her back. As she walks across the bar, the eyes of a lot of the male clientele follow her. She's a girl who must be used to getting a lot of attention. Beside, Molly just looks a bit plain, her body being hidden by a black mini-skirt and white blouse. I can see the silhouette of a black bra underneath, but my favourite freckle is completely hidden.
I retreat to the rest of my work colleagues, and half-listen to their inane chatter about their Christmas plans, New Year resolutions, who got what in the Secret Santa. Angie somehow slithers her way around the table and ends up next to me, with her hand on my thigh. I push it off a couple of times, she insistently replaces it. Molly and I catch each other's eye a few times, she makes a handcuffing gesture to me and laughs. Jessica elbows her and they laugh, before her group of five girls all make their grand exit, clattering heels and squealing laughter into the cold December air.
My boss finally makes his big speech that I barely hear a word of, I guess he's thanking us for another productive year, offers to buy us all a drink, blah, blah blah. Whatever. I wait for him to finish his speech, grab my coat and head for the exit. On the way, I feel a hard pinch on my backside and I don't need to turn around to know that it's Angie. She stands up beside me, the rest of the table goes silent as they watch the hunter closing in on her prey.
'It's cold out,' she tells me 'Need me to see you home okay?'
'No, I'm good, thanks.' I answer quickly and head for the exit. If needs be, I have no qualms in sprinting away from this place to escape her clutches. It's up a slight incline, I'm fairly confident I'll have lost her in around 20 paces.
There's a taxi right outside the bar, I dive in and go home, alone. On the way I get a text from Gavin telling me that Angie is telling everyone that I'm clearly gay, I get another text from Molly asking if the handcuffs are too tight, and a picture of a radiator.
Whichever way I look at it, I've had a pretty dull night apart from seeing Molly, so I go home, make a cup of tea and my bed beckons.
My phone rings at one in the morning. Molly's number flashes onto the screen.
'Hello,' I mumble into the mouthpiece, caught somewhere in the blur between being asleep and awake.
'Hey, you,' comes Molly's happy voice. She sounds tipsy, but not drunk. 'It was great seeing you earlier. What are you up to?'
'I'm in bed, sleeping.'
'On your own? And not handcuffed?'
'Hell, no. I left as soon as I could.'
'Well, I'd like to see you. Fancy a visitor?'
'Of course!' I tell her, sitting up in bed.
'Excellent. I'll be with you in about ten minutes!'
She hangs up. I switch the light on, rub my eyes and try and wake up. My mind races to what Molly might -- hopefully -- want from her visit, and my cock is some way ahead of the rest of me, commanding my blood supply, already swelling. I pull on a t-shirt, clean boxers and head downstairs to await my guest.
There's a knock on the door a few minutes later. I hear giggling and someone shushing. I open the door and Molly comes in, followed a couple of seconds later by Jess.
'This is Jess,' Molly tells me, shrugging her coat to the floor. 'She wanted to come and meet you. I told her all about you and us and everything!'
'We met earlier,' I say. I offer my hand to Jess to introduce myself properly and realise that she is truly stunning. She stands a couple of inches above me, blonde, blue-eyes that catch the light and legs that I could wrap myself into all night long. 'How are you?'
She smiles at me. 'I'm fine, thanks. How are you? Did you have a good night?'