It was nearly time for the annual office holiday party. In her office, Jill sat facing the glowing screen as the sun began to set outside her window. She raced to send out a few final emails before 5:00 hit, as she was already behind on a couple of big reports during this busy time of year. But it was a good busy, as her recent promotion to Vice President of Marketing was well-worth the extra hours spent at her desk most nights. The sleek black Christian Louboutin heels on her feet were proof enough, a gift from herself to celebrate the promotion.
Despite the fact that her oldest son would be starting high school next year, Jill still looked stunning in her fitted black blazer and tight skirt. Her expensive blouse barely contained her ample breasts, the sheen from the pearly white material highlighting her porcelain skin. Her bright blonde hair was tied up into a tight bun, but a strand had fallen down and was waving around distractingly in front of her black-rimmed glasses. As she brushed it away, a knock on her open office door distracted her.
"You coming down to the party?" Carl, the CEO asked.
"Yeah, just going to finish sending this email."
"The email can wait," Carl laughed.
Jill sighed as she closed her laptop. "I guess you're right."
"I better see you down there soon," Carl waved as he strolled away toward the elevators.
She opened up her phone camera and did a quick check of her makeup, puckering her lips and fixing up her dull pink lipstick. Jill put on the finishing touch, grabbing her $900 Shalini perfume from her bottom desk drawer and spraying a couple of tiny spritzes onto her wrists and neck, exuding just a hint of the tantalizing scent. Closing her office door behind her, Jill's heels clicked loudly on the hardwood floor as she walked to the elevator bank.
Ding.
The elevator door opened on the top floor, and loud jazz blasted from the live band in the corner. She joined the line for the makeshift bar in the corner and chatted with the group in front of her. When Jill got to the front of the line, she ordered a chardonnay before Carl swooped her up into another conversation with some of the other VPs about whether the next client outing should be a hockey game or fancy dinner at the latest hot restaurant. The evening blurred together into an endless string of small talk and wine, and after her attention span was exhausted, Jill excused herself from Bill from Floor 14's story about his kid's science project.
She grabbed another glass of wine from the bar and quietly slipped away to a table in the corner. Her head felt a little fuzzy, and her feet throbbed in her shoes as she sat for a moment and looked down at her phone. It was later than she had realized. The large conference room turned party ballroom was already half-empty, and she had stayed at the holiday party much later than she had anticipated. Luckily, her kids were at her ex-husband's house this week, so she didn't need to worry about having a little more wine than she'd expected.
"Jill, what do you think?" a loud voice jarred her from her thoughts as she looked up.
Phoebe, one of the young marketing associates in another group that she worked with on occasion had sat down across from her along with another girl. Jill recognized the other girl as well but couldn't remember her name. It was one of those people that she always saw walking around and in the cafeteria but rarely spoke to outside of the occasional "Hello" or "Excuse me."
"Sorry, what were you saying?" Jill smiled.
"What do you think Brittany should do?" Phoebe repeated her question loudly, her words slightly slurred. Her raven-black hair was styled up, accentuating her black lace choker. In fact, her party attire seemed to be all-black themed, as Phoebe sported a little black dress that showed enough cleavage to be enticing but not too much cleavage to be considered inappropriate for a work event.
Jill turned her gaze toward the other girl and quickly examined her. Brittany's light brown hair was curled around her shoulders, a few strands obscuring the edges of her dark glasses on either side of her face. Her olive green dress was conservative, but her pale, shapely legs suggested that the dress was hiding a gem underneath.
"Hi Brittany, I'm not sure we've ever officially met. I'm Jill." She extended her hand, and Brittany shook it.
"Nice to meet you," Brittany replied.
Phoebe cut in. "So what do you think?"
"Sorry, what should she do about what?" Jill turned back to Phoebe. "I'm gonna to need a little more backstory here."
"Brittany's been on a few dates with this guy, but he hasn't replied to her last text for over a day now. I told her to just stop texting him and go out hard tonight, have a little fun. It's the weekend."
"Well, what did you text him?" Jill asked Brittany.
Before the girl could reply, Phoebe interrupted again. "She asked him what he was up to this weekend, and nothing."
"Hmm," Jill contemplated for a moment. "I would probably say giving it a bit of space is good advice. He'll reply when he's ready, and he's not worth it if he doesn't."
"See?" Phoebe grinned triumphantly.
Brittany nodded and put away her phone. Her cheeks were flush, though Jill wasn't sure whether that was from embarrassment or being a bit drunk, or maybe a bit of both. "Yeah, you guys are probably right. I'm just gonna not worry about it and not text him again."
"I think that's for the best," Jill smiled encouragingly.
"I bet Jill had plenty of guys on the hook back in the day," Phoebe laughed. "She knows what's up."
A bit taken aback and not sure how to reply, Jill frowned. That definitely wasn't an appropriate comment for an associate to make to a VP, but she decided to let it go.
Undeterred, Phoebe pressed on. "Where did you go to school?" she asked.
"Arizona."
"Whaaat? Me too!" Phoebe shrieked, causing a few heads to turn. "Were you in a sorority?"
"Alpha Phi," Jill replied.
"Oh my God, no way! Me too! Sisters!" Phoebe enveloped Jill into a big hug. They started talking about the sorority, and Jill told a couple of stories from her time in school.
After a few stories, Phoebe and Brittany left to grab another drink from the bar. Before Jill could catch her breath though, Jason, another VP, sat down next to her and roped her into a conversation about prepping their children for the SATs and how well his precious Sarah had done. After what seemed like an hours, Jason was still droning on. Finally, midway into his story about their school visit to Harvard, Jason's phone buzzed, and Jill took the opportunity to excuse herself.
She walked to the bathroom and sat down in the far stall, pulling down her skirt and white lace thong down to her thighs. Sighing in relief, Jill released a stream of piss into the toilet, emptying her bladder of the eight glasses of wine she'd consumed. Or was it more? She couldn't recall for sure how many glasses she'd had during the countless conversations and small talk.
Her phone said that it was 10:22, and she'd been drinking for over five hours. Feeling a good buzz, Jill decided that she'd say her goodbyes and head out after peeing. As she finished up and wiped herself off, the bathroom door opened, and she again heard Phoebe's loud voice.
"C'mon, I'm telling you, it'll work."
"I'm not sure," Brittany's voice retorted.
"Brittany, no guy in the history of the world has ever not responded to getting a snap of two girls making out."
Apparently Phoebe had done a 180 on her advice to Brittany, because this was definitely not part of the original "ignore him for now" plan. As she sat silently in the stall, Jill had to admit that there was merit to Phoebe's new plan. She recalled a particularly drunken formal back in college where she had been dared into kissing her little, and the night had ended up going even a bit further beyond that. It had been a one-time thing, but it was still one of the best nights she'd ever had.
A bright light reflected off the ceiling, and Jill shifted a little on the toilet seat to see what was going on through the crack between the stall door and wall. She stifled a gasp in her throat.
Phoebe was holding Brittany's phone, the front-facing flash illuminating their faces as the two girls kissed. Their tongues swirled together, their eyes closed, as Phoebe and Brittany recorded their little make out session for Brittany's guy.
