Rachel was a technical writer for an insurance firm. She was single, blonde, and shapely. She had long golden hair that she brushed often, and long legs that drew a lot of attention around the office. She dressed nicely and always made herself up for work.
Ricky was a sales representative who stopped by often to conduct business with one of Rachel’s supervisors. The dark-haired man was intensely attractive, and he always stopped to chat with Rachel before he left the building. She enjoyed the little flirting sessions, but hadn‘t considered anything might come of it.
Today Ricky was not flirting. He had something more in mind. Leaning casually on the divider that surrounded Rachel’s workspace, Ricky said, “What do you say we have dinner tomorrow? You and me?“
Rachel was surprised and flattered. Smiling demurely, and blushing a little, she took a chance. “Okay,” she said. They agreed he would pick her up out in front of the building.
Rachel spent much of the next day fantasizing about the date. Was Ricky going to be “the one?” At twenty-six years of age and no serious relationships yet, she was beginning to wonder if she would ever find love.
At four thirty she put her work away and went to the ladies room to get ready. She changed into her best semi-formal outfit: a dark blue skirt that showed a little leg, and a matching white blouse that showed a little cleavage. Faux diamond earrings and a gold necklace added a touch of glamour. She slipped into her heels, grabbed her coat, and went to watch for him from the lobby.
Ricky arrived right on time, like a gentleman. She climbed into his car and they drove off into the sunset.
The evening went downhill from there.
Ricky smoked, was the first thing she discovered. His car smelled of tobacco, and when they got to the restaurant they had to sit in the smoking section. He ordered wine with dinner, which would have been okay, but he drank like it was his life’s work. He had his first glass gone before the appetizer arrived. He swallowed the stuff in gulps.
The conversation went nowhere, as they had nothing in common. Ricky seemed disinterested in anything Rachel had to say. He just nodded vacantly and stared at her chest. If an attractive woman walked past their table, she could see his eyes following her ass down the aisle.
The flirting Rachel had found so charming in the office did not stop here in the restaurant. Only now it was directed at their server.
As Ricky helped her on with her coat after supper, she told him, “I’ve got to be up early tomorrow. If it’s all right, I’ll have you take me back now.”
Ricky didn’t argue. They headed toward the car. Rachel was relieved that he seemed to have picked up on the fact that they weren’t going to be seeing each other any more. She hoped she wouldn’t have to kiss him goodnight.
They drove mostly in silence. They were almost back to the insurance company when Ricky casually mentioned, “My friend Paul is having a party tonight, just a couple blocks from here. I told him we’d stop by for a drink. Would you mind? Just for a minute?”
Rachel was one of those persons who wanted to please. She decided to give him that much. “Just for a minute,” she said.
“Just one drink,” he agreed, and turned down a side street.
As Ricky had said, the party was only a couple blocks away, in a nice neighborhood. That was a relief. If worse came to worse, and Ricky started drinking heavily, Rachel could walk back to the office and drive herself home.
As they approached Paul’s house, which was all lit up and surrounded by vehicles, Rachel could hear loud music coming from inside. She assessed the people who were going in and realized she was overdressed. Most of them were in jeans. There were a lot of college students, she suspected.
They entered the crowded house. Everyone was drinking and talking. On seeing the two of them, a man about Ricky’s age, but heavier and unshaven, called out, “Rico! Hey, man!” He grabbed a couple drinks off the serving table by the stereo, and hurried over while Ricky helped Rachel out of her coat.
“Hey, man, glad you could make it!” The man was speaking to Ricky, but his eyes were on Rachel. He gave her a lecherous grin. He told Ricky, “Introduce me to your lovely friend, for whom I have prepared a drink.”
He was trying to be suave, but the man was drunk. As he turned, he tripped over his own feet, and the drink he was trying to hand to Rachel slopped out of the glass and spilled all down the side of her dress.
Ricky barked, “Paulo, you idiot!” and brushed his drunken friend aside. “I’m sorry for that, Rachel,“ he said as his friend hurried away. “We‘ll find you a towel or something…”
Rachel tried to assure him. “No, I’m fine.”
She really just wanted to leave.
“I feel bad about this,” Ricky said. “Let me get you another drink.”
Rachel was on the verge of refusing, but she held her tongue. She was going to continue to see this man at work, and it wouldn’t do to create bad feelings. She waited while Ricky went to the drink table.
Before he made it back, Rachel’s attention was caught by someone hurrying out of the kitchen. A busty redhead in a tight gray dress. Linda Hegener, a friend of Rachel’s from high-school.
Linda looked angry.
“Hi, Linda,” Rachel said.
Linda stopped, hearing her name, and glared at Rachel. When she realized who was speaking to her, her expression softened, but only a little. “Rachel? What are you doing here? I wouldn’t think this was your sort of party.”
Rachel said, “I just got here. My date wanted to come. What sort of party is it?”
Linda threw a scowl back at the young man who had followed her out of the kitchen. He was apparently her date. “Not the sort of party I want anything to do with, that‘s for sure. What‘s going on in the kitchen is disgusting! John is taking me home right now, if he ever wants to see me again.”
Linda turned on her heel and headed resolutely for the front door, John following meekly behind.
Ricky returned with drinks for himself and Rachel. Rachel wouldn‘t take hers. “I think I’d better be going,” she said.
“But why?” he wanted to know. “Just one drink, remember?”
She told him what her friend Linda had said.
Ricky had no idea what “disgusting” thing might be taking place in the kitchen. “It’s just a party, for Christ’s sake. Let’s go check it out.”
Reluctantly, Rachel followed Ricky through the crowd and through the swinging kitchen door. They had to push through a phalanx of people standing in a ring, watching some action in the center of the floor. Rachel gasped when she saw what had garnered all the attention.
Two girls, a brunette and a blonde, were on their knees on the tile floor. Each girl was wearing jeans, but that was all. Above the waist they were totally naked, their breasts bouncing and jouncing against the hairy knees of the men in front of them.
Rachel’s eyes grew wide. It took her a minute to register what was happening.
“They’re sucking on…” she stammered.
“Cock,” Ricky supplied, watching avidly.
It looked like the girls were engaged in some sort of contest. Each was blowing her young man vigorously. Their heads were bobbing up and down almost in unison, but they had their hands clasped behind their backs, as if touching were not allowed.
People were rooting them on: “Go deeper, Stephanie, he likes that!” “Suck harder, Tia, he’s going over!”
Rachel and Ricky had arrived at just the right time--or the wrong time from Rachel’s point of view. Even as her eyes bulged at the horrifying display, one of the young men, panting furiously and trembling in his shoes, looked up at Rachel, glassy eyed, and let out a low, climactic moan. His jerking and thrusting became too much for his accommodating date, and his cock escaped from her sucking mouth. He cried out and grabbed it with his hand, frigging himself furiously so that he erupted all over the brunette girl’s nose and chin.
“Disqualified!” someone laughed.
Rachel reeled.
Oh, my God!
She had never seen anything like that in her life and didn‘t want to. That was
