It was almost 5 o'clock on Friday, as I sat in my corner office, looking at the snow fall over the cityscape. I wondered what this first Christmas party would bring. You see I just started at this company at the beginning of the year. For the most part, I have found most of my employees to be very dedicated and creative when it came to the advertising campaigns that our clients present. The men and women here seem to be very outgoing and happy to be working here, could be something to do with we are one of the best advertising firms in the South and they make good money here. I took over the CEO job when the last person was found guilty of embezzlement and I was recruited by this firm. Everyone here received me with open arms, and was looking forward to working with me, as they had heard of my previous success of bringing in the big clients where ever I went.
The Christmas party was to be held on Saturday, and was being handled by my administrative assistant, Tonya, a bright and lovely 26 yr old who had been with the company for 5 yrs. She has been handling the Christmas party ever since she has been here, and she ensured me that it is always a great party and everyone who comes never goes home early. That most if not all the clients are represented by their top brass, and that they almost always resign their contracts with in the week after the party. This actually had my mind turning, why would our clients resign their contracts with us immediately after the Christmas party. Guess I would have to wait and find out.
When the morning sun snuck under my blinds and woke me up around 10 am, I was eager to find out about the party, but I would have to wait until 4pm when the social hour started. The company had set aside $5,000 in it's budget for the Christmas party so I was expecting big things from this party, if I was disappointed I would cut the appropriated funds and put them to better use. Tonya had rented a meeting room at the local Marriott hotel, and one of their suites.
Throwing off the covers, and feeling the cold air hit my naked body, I contemplated getting back into bed, but thought I had better get up and start my day. I could freely walk around my condo nude, being Saturday and the housekeeper being off for the weekend, so I put on my slippers and sauntered out to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. As the coffee was brewing I went to the front door to get the paper, and to my utter surprise when I casually opened the door, there stood Gina. Gina is a gorgeous young lady with a marvelous complexion, terrific smile, shoulder length brown hair, burning brown eyes, firm round tits, and long athletic legs, accented by two squeezable globes of an ass. She also happens to be my only neighbor on the floor, and an accomplished editor of a famous woman's magazine.
"I see I have caught you at an inappropriate time, I was just going to see if you wanted to come over for breakfast, and a to share in some holiday spirit."
Standing in the middle of my doorway, totally exposed to her not so subtle glances at my manhood, I didn't know exactly what to do, so I invited her into have a cup of coffee with me. My cock was thinking of more than coffee, and it was obvious to Gina, as it started to think of it's own holiday cheer. Being the gentleman that I am, I escorted her to the kitchen, told her to make herself at home then politely excused myself to my bedroom to put something a little more comfortable on.
When I returned to the kitchen Gina was sitting at the oversized table, drinking a steaming hot cup of coffee, and reading the financial page. "Find anything of interest?" I asked
"Yes but not in the paper." Gina said with a wicked smile and a wink.
I went to the counter and poured myself a cup of joe, and sat next to Gina. Sharing the same floor as her I didn't really know her, just saying "hello" to her in passing or sharing an elevator with her, so I wanted to get to know her, and what was the reason for this unexpected, but welcome visit. "What brings you to my part of the floor this morning?" I asked.
"With Christmas just around the corner, and knowing your single and your family lives out West, I just thought I would come over to see if you had any plans, and if not if you wanted to stop by my place Christmas Eve, for dinner and drinks." She obviously had been doing her research on me, because she knew more about me then I did about her.
"Sure, that would be nice, and I will bring over a bottle of wine when I come." "Maybe you can help me out with something I began, our office Christmas party is tonight, and I am afraid I am going to be the only single, dateless man there, would you like to go as my date, it really would alleviated a lot of my fears about going alone."
As Gina began to answer, she turned in her chair, and put her hand on my thigh. She boldly started to rub my leg, feeling my silk covered leg from my knee all the way up to my groin. On cue my manhood began to rise the closer she got to it, and with a devilish grin she put her hand inside my pajamas and stroking my cock ever so lightly, and rubbing the head she said "I will be more then happy to accompany you two to your party tonight. What time shall I be here?"
"Four o'clock should be fine, that will give us time to get downtown in enough time to enjoy the cocktail hour"
Gina bent down, slipped my cockhead out of my pajama bottom and gave it a quick kiss "see you at four then." With that she got up without saying another word, stood up and sashayed out the door. Wow what a way to start a Saturday, I thought to myself, forgetting all about the breakfast I was going to cook. Damn 11 o'clock already, and I have lots of things to do now before four.
It was 3:30, and I had gotten most of the things done that I needed to; detailed the Porsche, hair cut and manicure, massage, new Christmas tie bought, and now I was just getting out of the shower, and toweling off when the doorbell rang. I put the towel around my waist and went to answer the door, it was a delivery man, with a small package in his hands. I signed my name and went back inside. Curious from who it was from, I opened it up and found a note from Gina, "Hope to see these later" signed with looked like an authentic kiss. I pealed out the decorative paper to find a pair of silky thong underwear....hmmmm this could be an interesting night, I thought. I proceeded back to the bedroom with the pair of red silk thongs in my hand, to finish getting ready. I proceeded to put on a sleak, black and white Italian pinstriped double breasted suit, over my present from Gina, along with a green silk shirt, and my new and ugly (thought it is only Christmas once a year) Santa Claus tie. Right at 4 o'clock the doorbell rang and it was Gina. I took her arm as we went to the underground parking garage to get into my Porsche.
When we arrived at the Marriott, I used their valet parking and tipped the gentleman who took the keys well to look after my car. I followed Gina into the hotel admiring her nylon covered legs that showed they were held up by a hint of a black lace garter under her short red sequin dress, with a low V cut top, that proved to me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I thought that this morning was hot, the way she was dressed tonight proved I might be in for an even hotter night.
I found our party already in progress in the oversized meeting room. Tonya had gotten Marriott to provide us with a cash bar, and some Christmas cookies. We proceeded to the bar, and ordered our wine. Tonya came up to me just as we were leaving and I introduced her to Gina, they seemed to hit it off from the start. "I didn't know you were bringing a date M (Manuel is my given name, it is a family name) I hope we have enough food for one extra person," she said with a laugh. "I am going to steal Gina from you for awhile and introduce her around, giving you a chance to mingle with the employees and clients and not boring her so much." With that being said Tonya stole my date from me not more then 5 minutes after we had arrived.
The social hour was just that, I had drank a few glasses of wine while touching base with some of our biggest clients, thanking all the employees for coming and wishing everyone a great holiday season. There was something strange in the air, more then just the holiday cheer, not the usual holiday stress, something that I just couldn't put my finger on. Was it the fact that I hadn't seen Gina and Tonya for over an hour, or was it that people, both men and women would disappear and reappear about every 20 minutes or so. I was talking to Robert, one of my more aspiring junior vice presidents and asked him where our suite was at that I wanted to go up there. "It is just about time to sit down for the dinner, I will go find everyone, just save me a seat." Then Robert walked out the door into the main lobby, but true to his word he came back shortly there after with 15 or so others in tow, including Tonya and Gina.
I sat at the head table, along with Tonya, Gina, Robert, Jade (a senior vice president), Carter (senior vice president) and a few other executives. As dinner preceded I got up to the microphone, and began to thank everyone for coming to our party this year and hoped they were having a good time, that is when I heard quaint little laughs. I looked at Tonya with a puzzled looked and she just smiled and winked at me. Clearing my throat I picked up my speech from where I had left off, talking about our financial statement briefly, our progress that we have made, and where we were going and everyone's favorite part...their end of year bonuses. I called everyone's name up one by one and personally handed them out, I like to do that, I believe it keeps me at a personable level with everyone. The very last thing I had to give out was the employee of the year award...which no one knew about, not even Tonya. I explained the criteria, and some of the smaller prizes, but I got the biggest uhhhhs and ahhhs when I mentioned the all expense paid trip to the Bahamas. I announced the winner, her name was Samantha, she was a account sales person who had been with the company for just over a year. She brought in some big accounts locally, and one national account...Pepsi.