Late in the day, as the afternoon sun poured through the west windows of the First National Bank, Becca longed for five o'clock. She had been on her feet almost all day, and had to deal with more than her share of cranky customers. Of course, she was the best at calming them and making them feel important and that she would take care of their problems. Glancing at the clock, she saw that there should be just fifteen more minutes to freedom. By looking across the lobby, she could see that with customers lined up at least four deep at every teller window, there was no chance of leaving right at five today.
Across town at the largest law firm in town, Kathy, a second-year attorney closed her last legal brief for the day. What an exhausting nine hours! It was really the court appearances that drained her, arguing and cross examining and trying to win the judge or the jury over. Sometimes she relied on her sexiness, but that sometimes backfired, too. She could really turn it on when she wanted to. But that was all over now. She could go home, relax, and hope something good would happen tonight.
The first one home, Kathy walked into the condo she shared with Becca, her childhood best friend and roommate since college, dropped her briefcase and went straight to the refrigerator. She pulled out a cold, long-necked Michelob and smiled at the "pffft" of cold air as she twisted off the lid. Kathy descended the half-flight of stairs into the rec room, flopped into the Lazy Boy, clicked on the TV and lay back, remote in hand to relax. The cold beer lingered in her mouth and felt good going down her throat. By the end of the first beer, the alcohol began to relax her from the tenseness of her day at the office and in the courtroom. As she began to let go, the news program started to bore her, and she inspected the now-empty beer bottle curiously.
It had a nice long neck, was smooth and cool, and hard to the touch. Semi-consciously, she slipped the tip of the bottle into her mouth, carefully parting her lips with it, and began slowly sliding it in and out. Ever so gently she slid it deeper with each stroke, until at last she was deep-throating the bottle. "God, a hard cock sure would be good about now," she thought.