Friday!!! Oh lordie ... we all still talk about that Friday! I could fib and tell you there was a full moon. That might have made Friday's fun even more so. Shade didn't have any appointments. Thankfully. Our day got a bit of a late start. The most likely 'excuse' would be a continuation of Thursday night. Me: bashfully batting eyelashes. As
if
!
We had to lock Shade's office door. The girls drifted in through out the morning and early afternoon, nosing around at what we had in store with the grab bags. Ya know, grab bags isn't right. Gift bags fits better. Sorry about that. I'm ignoring mickey soft -- again!
Shade was all set to include the bonus checks in the gift bags. I offered that
each
woman should be recognized for her achievement this year. Shade looked at me like I'd cured diabetes or something. Sheesh. I just thought that a boss might want to do something pretty easy to acknowledge individual contributions. Naturally, the best producer should come first and be accorded special recognition. The rest could be random.
Here's a little personal note. That recognition thing goes back to high school. First and second honors got their names mentioned and were given ribbons. Anyone know what I mean? Cool! One year, the Vice Principal (I think) made the funniest comment. He told all the honorees to stand and cheer for all those who had
not
achieved awards. I think it went something like, "If not for them none of you would have been honored." Maybe it's one of those memories that only I thought was funny at the time. I never forgot the underlying message though.
But I digress.
We had decided we would both wear red. Friday morning was the first time I teased about sharing details about the boots to curry sexual favors ... as if Shade needed any prompting! Her dress was a short red wrap with blended fabric and a side buckle; a black notched lapel beautifully complemented the surplice neckline. Short -- as in hung just over the top edge of the boots. Me? A dark berry A-line with a scoop neckline, three-quarter sleeves and a bow-tie belt at the waist. Most important was a back zipper for easy on, easy off. Wink!
The first person I saw when Shade and I entered the restaurant was Connie. A very angry Connie if her eyes were any indication. Shade was chatting with Melanie. I smiled; she turned her back to me. Ya know what? I'm not going to let her interfere with this fun night. I did hope I had the chance to get a few minutes with her to clear the air.
The room began to fill rather quickly. There had been a buzz about the party at Monday's meeting. Apparently it had built during the week. Shade and I were dressed rather conservatively. Several of the others were 'dressed to kill.' Every woman has her own sense of fashion; you could tell exactly who felt what by what they wore to the party. No, I'm not going to do a lot of detail. At least not about what they wore
to
the party!
Kim and Honey had very specific instructions on when they were to show up and what they were to do. The bartender took drink orders. About that -- everyone had been given warnings about drinking too much. Enough said. The room was buzzing with barely suppressed excitement. Even an office as small as ours has its little cliques. The usual suspects were where you'd expect.
When dinner was announced and everyone was seated Shade made a very brief welcoming remark. "It's been a very good year. This night is our collective celebration of that success. Thank you one and all for your contribution. You are
all
valued assets to my business." She looked at me and smiled. "My Destiny and I hope you all enjoy the night."
Three tables of four tonight; Kelly and, a surprise, Nicole joined Shade and I. Shade told me this was by far Nikki's best year with her. I was very happy for her. I'd sorta, kinda knew she'd done well ... just not
that
well. I hope Shade had some sort of special recognition planned for her besides the bonus check.
Dinner, a pre-ordered menu, was spectacular. We really did have to thank Melanie and her staff for doing their usual fabulous job with the food. A wee little part of me wondered if Shade had more than a friendly relationship with her ... in the past! Kelly was seated next to me. The vibe I got from her wasn't real positive. I wondered what was up.
Well, whatever. I knew that the festivities were about to start and wanted to use the restroom. I pushed the door open and felt it open behind me. I turned to see Connie and her angry eyes. Aw crap!
"I gave you a note telling you how much I wanted to be with you. I gave you my phone number." She was absolutely livid. "What do I get in return? Absolutely nothing." She took a few steps. Voice cold, she repeated, "Nothing!!"
I nodded to acknowledge her words and emotion. "I know Connie and you're right. I should have made some effort to respond and it was rude of me not to. May I explain?" She'd either be curious or rip me to shreds ... uh, verbally.
A nod. "Things have changed." I rolled my shoulders and brought my hands up to emphasize the point. "Shade and I were lovers at one point. It's different now. We've committed to be monogamous." I closed the distance between us and smiled. "Please know. You're gorgeous and, if not for Shade, I'd be pursuing you as aggressively as you have been me."
She seemed stunned. I wasn't sure by what. "You pushed into the stall ..." I shook my head. "It was as sexy a moment as I've had. If I were single who knows how that night, let alone the rest, would have turned out." I smiled. "Connie, I'm in love with Shade. I think of us as a couple." I did my best to let my eyes show how I felt. "I pray that you understand."
She was still stiff with anger but I saw her eyes soften. She may have wanted what I had, but I thought I saw something that signaled she knew and accepted, however reluctantly, that my heart belonged to Shade. I took another step, cupped her lovely face in my hands, kissed her and said, "Thank you. It's not easy for me and it's got to be hard for you."
Eyes lowered, she shook her head and said, "I wanted a chance ... however slim. I knew you two were an item. I just wanted a chance." Ah hell; part of me wanted to tell her how much I lusted for at least one go round with her but I felt like that might be a dagger at this delicate moment.
She looped her arms around my neck, kissed me lightly, turned and left. Goddamn!
Shade noticed my comportment when I returned but didn't ask. I suspected she would later. Dessert had been served. The anticipation in the room was electric. The ice cream, decorated like a snow girl, was cute and devoured. As the last of the dishes were being cleared the 'elves' made their entrance.
We knew they were going to be dressed up but laughed nonetheless. Kim was adorable in her red velvet outfit, which was snug and fitted like second skin. The jacket had short, gathered sleeves, white fur trim from the back of the neck to the front tie -- a white satin bow that fit snugly under her breasts. The bow gave Kim's breasts just the 'boost' they needed to create a fabulous 'V.' Red boy shorts had the same white trim on the bottom and a black elastic belt. The 'Kinky Kim' hat was an instant hit. A black choker with small red bow was a lovely touch.
Honey ... oh my, Honey was in an even more daring outfit than Kim's. A green molded cup bra with white fur trim above the cups and black pvc trim below. The cut of the cups and the fur left one to wonder if her nipples weren't partially exposed. Thin green straps held the push-up bra in place. The shorts, also green, weren't boy shorts. Oh no; they were shorter, as in three inches top to bottom, as in nearly up to 'there!' There wasn't room on the shorts for white trim -- nor was there much doubt that any 'fur' she may have had was long gone. The black belt was exactly like Kim's. Her 'Sweet Honey' hat drew catcalls and wolf whistles from the women. She too wore a black choker but with a small white bow.
Both Kim and Honey wore patent leather mid-calf go-go boots with three inch block heels. Kim's were red and Honey's were green to match their costumes.
This dandy little tidbit: I told Shade that, as the owner, she would go first with the gift bag and lingerie. She protested, in vain, that she would be exposed all night. "Yes pet, I know. And, for your impudence, you will also have the vibrating egg in you all night. Guess who will have the controller?" I smiled sweetly. She didn't know whether to be angry or excited. She turned red, stammered and stuttered as she thought of any kind of reply.
Shade and I had put the gift bags, which had each individual's name, on the table we had requested. Kim and Honey's first order of business was to go to each of the women, take their lingerie gift, and put it in the appropriate person's bag.
That task complete, Honey escorted Shade to the chair on the little 'stage' while Kim brought the bag. They each helped Shade out of her clothes. A very nude, completely embarrassed Shade was helped into her lingerie by Honey. Her hair was put in pig tails. Kim, with a smile, held up little bunches of mistletoe; one was put in each of the scrunchies holding the pig tails in place.
What's Shade's lingerie you ask? Why, I'd be
