I'm Doug Davis. I used to be the Sales Manager of a branch office of a middle-sized corporation. It was the only company that I had worked for that sanctioned two office parties every year. Every company has a Christmas party but we had a party in July at the end of our major sales campaign. The July party was even livelier than the Christmas party because it was there that we received our bonuses based on our sales performance.
Seventy-five people worked in our branch and of those about twenty were women. Most of the women were in the sales force but the one that stands out is the receptionist/call screener named Rachel. She is twenty years old and gorgeous. Her golden-brown hair perfectly frames her face. She is about five feet eight and has a smile that lights up a room. Her body is Victoria Secret class. Her breasts are her outstanding feature. I would guess them at about thirty-five C or D. She dresses to show them off. When she comes to my desk and leans on it to tell me something, the view is cock-hardening. Her breasts are round and appear very firm.
I was thirty-eight and not in the group of guys that continually harassed her with jokes and proposals. She was no prude. She would listen to their jokes and laugh at the funny ones but none of the guys in the office had ever been successful in taking her out. One guy even lost a bet that he could take her to lunch. I was business friendly with her but that was as far as it went.
Bonus Friday came and it was time for what was called the bonus party. We closed the office at three and brought in drinks and beer. It was a mix-your-own affair. I never had more than one weak scotch and water at a company party. I had seen too many people make fools of themselves after drinking too much. I didn't think I would do that but I couldn't afford to take the chance. Rachel had gone into the ladies' room just after three and changed clothes for the party. I thought she was sexy before she changed but after she did, she was a guy magnet. There was a crowd of salesmen around her throughout the party.
We were very successful during the year so everyone was happy with their bonus checks. The speeches were too long and too boring but everyone applauded the speakers anyway because they were the ones who doled out the bonus money. After the bonus checks were handed out, the party would begin to thin out. I glanced to my left and saw Rachel headed my way.
"I've got a favor to ask of you but I have to go the bathroom first," she said as she passed.
I could not imagine what the favor could be. I waited in anticipation for her to return.
"It's a really big favor," she said as she put her hand on my arm. "I need a ride home because I rode with Linda today and she is going to a lounge with some of the guys and I don't want to go."
"Sure," I replied. "When do you want to go?"
"Anytime you're ready," she said.
"Let's go," I said as we started moving toward the door.
It was funny to watch the faces of the guys that had been trying to romance Rachel all afternoon as I walked to the door with her holding my arm. Their emotions ranged from disbelief to envy to anger. I opened the passenger door of my Vette and she sat down. Because the seat was so low, her already short skirt slid up showing me her beautiful long legs and just a glimpse of her silk covered crotch. I went around and slid into the driver's seat. I fired the engine and took another look at my passenger. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"I really appreciate you taking me home," she said. "I live on Curry Ford just off Conway."
"I'm glad to do it but I have to ask you something," I began. "With all those guys hanging around you and knowing that you could have your pick, why did you ask me to take you home?"
