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This is the ninth in my "(insert name) Birthday" series. The first eight are "Valentine Birthday", "Easter Birthday", "Double Birthday", "4th of July Birthday", "Spring Trash Pick-Up Birthday", "Betty Boop Birthday", "Messy Computer Birthday" and "Magical Mystery Birthday." Readers have suggested themes to expand the series. In this episode, Mr. Marcus is stranded with his hosts' daughter at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve. I'll make the obvious pun later.
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My wife is our family's social secretary and planner. New Year's Eve festivities were no exception.
"Harvey, dear, we've been invited to the Bangers' for New Years."
"The Bangers? Who are they?"
"Their daughter Wanda used to go to school with Anna, but they moved downtown. This is a reunion for the girls, and a chance for the parents to meet, if they haven't already."
Oh, great! Just what I want to do - meet the folks of the young ladies I've deflowered. And then there were Bree's mother Juliet, one down and Sally's mom, one waiting to go. This was not going to be a comfortable evening. "Sounds terrific."
"By the way, it's black tie."
"You mean I have to rent a tux?"
"Yes, and Anna and I are buying new dresses."
"So we'll be starting the new year in debt?"
"Just think of it as our contribution to the economy."
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I pulled the family sedan up to the newest high rise on the lakefront. There were patches of gravel, hand-painted signs and concrete barriers.
"Is this building even open?" I asked. "The garage looks like it's still under construction."
"The Bangers moved in early. Most of the other condos are empty," said Anna. "I helped on moving day."
The unfinished walls of the elevator covered with pads verified Anna's comment. It was a long ride up, and I thought I felt my ears pop. I took the opportunity to look at my two female companions. My wife had gone classic, with a black beaded dress. I'd promised myself to reward her for her unwitting patience and understanding by saving myself for her. She was going to get lucky when we got home. I'd avoided liaisons with Anna's friends and given up masturbation for several weeks. Yes, I was horny as hell, anxious for the party to end so I could find relief with my spouse. Anna was not constrained by the formal dress code. She had picked a long light blue high-necked sleeveless gown with a slit up the side. I tried not to crane my head to check out her ass.
The elevator doors opened on forty-six. We followed the footprints on the dusty plywood corridors and the hand-printed signs to the Bangers' condo. The doorbell button hung away from the wall at the end of a pair of wires. I knocked to avoid possible electric shock. Once was enough.
The door opened. Anna almost knocked our hostess over as she bolted into the apartment, wobbling on mid-level heels.
"Hi, Anna. Nice to see you again," she addressed the blur. "I'm Trudy Banger. You must be the Marcus's."
"Yes, I'm Harriet and this is Harvey."
"Come on in. I don't know where my husband is. That's my daughter Wanda over there." She pointed to a young lady with glasses in a strapless pink gown milling around with some familiar bodies. "Can I get you a drink?"
My wife had offered to be the designated driver, but driving at night isn't her favorite. I told her I'd stick to non-alcoholic beverages. Besides, she might enjoy herself more later if she was slightly inebriated. So long as she didn't overdo it and pass out. I had needs and plans to care for them.
I wandered over to the large picture windows facing the east and south, providing views of the lake and the city. It was breathtaking, and disconcerting for anyone with a fear of heights. Trudy handed me a diet cola with a wedge of lemon.
"Terrific view!"
"Now you can see why we pushed to move in as soon as possible. At least for now, we don't have any neighbors to deal with either. By the way, I told your wife, you shouldn't wander around the other condos. They're still under construction and could be dangerous."
"Got it. Thanks for the warning."
My back got slapped hard and some of my diet soda came over the edge of my glass. My fists clenched. I had to open one of them to accept the hand extended to me in greeting.
"Hi, I'm Dick Banger."
"Harvey Marcus. Nice to meet you."
"Like the view? I optimized the unit selection based on a miles-per-dollar to the horizon. We got the best deal in the whole building."
"Nice computing. Did you invite the neighbors?"
"Neighbors? There aren't any - ha ha, that's a good one, Harvey. You're okay."
The pain from the first slap doubled with Dick's show of amusement on the same place on my back. He walked away to assault other guests.
The view inside the apartment was as nice as the skyline. It was difficult to be in the same room with all of the young women I'd been intimate with and not be affected, especially given my recent short-term celibacy. Bree, Marci, Ruthie, Amanda, and Anna were in a cluster. Wanda hung close to her friends, occasionally pushing her glasses up on her nose. The buzzing among them was obvious. I shifted my weight nervously, wondering if I was a subject of their conversations.
I circulated, trying not to show embarrassment or interest in Bree's mother, Juliet McCarthy, or Sally's mom, Vicky on the arm of her husband Harry.
As if in a choreographed dance, the young women peeled from the cluster and came over to greet me. They each teased me in turn on purpose, touching my arm or shoulder, even leaning against me. Wanda was the only one who didn't participate. There was a collective giggle when the group reassembled back where they had started.
"You sure are popular with Anna's friends," Trudy commented.
"Not any more than anyone else's father," I protested. The frequency of opportunities they took to interact with me and not them belied my claim.
People got more casual as the night moved closer to the magic hour. My tux jacket hung over the back of a dining room chair, my tux tie was removed and the top button of my shirt open. After a couple of hours pouring diet soda down my throat after handfuls of salty snacks, I needed a bathroom. I wandered the hallways of the apartment. Both the bedroom master bath and the second bath were occupied with lines waiting. I'd procrastinated too long and couldn't wait any longer.
There must be another bathroom completed somewhere on the floor, I figured. As long as I was careful where I stepped, I should be okay.
I snuck out the front door and wandered down the hall, where the dusty wood floor became carpet. This was a favorable sign. At the end of the hall was a partially open door with a wooden doorstop. I pushed the door all the way open and walked in as it closed behind me. Past the entrance was a large finished room.
This looks like a common room for parties. There must be a bathroom here, I thought. Sure enough, just past the entrance was a short corridor leading to men's and women's facilities. These doors were also held open by wooden doorstops. For privacy, I kicked the doorstop out and entered a lavish bathroom. Not only were there three toilets, three urinals, and three washbasins but a large flat area for diaper changing and a glass-enclosed shower. I did my business despite my semi-permanent erection, thankful for relief. I washed my hands and threw the paper towels into the trashcan.
It was only when I reached for the door handle that I saw the problem. There was none. The door was flush with the jam. And, it opened in. I was stuck! Damn, I should have listened to the Bangers. Despite the lack of sense, I made a running charge at the door. Pain was added to feelings of stupidity. I sat down in one of the toilet stalls and waited.
About a half hour later, I heard noises above my head. They were shuffling and banging sounds. Oh great, the place has rats. But these sounds were too big to be made by small rodents. With a clang, a metal grate covering an overhead air duct hit the tile floor.
"Hello?" came a voice from above.
"Yes, hello. I'm here."
"I'm going to come down feet first. Catch me."
I stood beneath the opening and looked up. It was a young lady's legs. My view went all the way up to her panties under pantyhose.
"I'm ready," I shouted.
"Okay, I'm letting myself down."
