That night started on a low note for me. Janice and I had made plans to attend my company party together. She called and canceled at the last possible second. Told me she was "feeling kinda nauseous" since breakfast. Like maybe she was getting a cold or the flu, blah blah. Now I had to go alone. I guess worse things have happened and the way the evening ultimately turned out was more exciting than anything I could have planned. I arrived a bit late and grabbed a seat at a big round table of co-workers whom I thought were among the more mentally stable and lighter drinking crowd from the office. Two seconds after I'd settled I realized how wrong I was.
"Whaaa the hell, Dave...?? Not drinkin' tonight!?" said George, a very annoying, very overweight man whom I knew from the accounting department, and before I could answer he blurted, "Shit maaa... iss the godam Chrissmass party fer chrissake..." and he grinned and laughed and sucked up more vodka. I grinned too, but not because I thought he was being especially witty.
Seated immediately to George's left and directly across from me was a new young assistant to the vice president. As George launched into one of his political rants, I caught her eye and smiled. She smiled back. For a split second I imagined her face beneath me, between the sheets, as I slowly and gently made love to her. The thought caused me to attain at least half an erection since it had been nearly two weeks since I'd made love to a woman. But the thought and the hardon rapidly dissipated as George let out his irritating high pitched giggle/laugh. I decided I would attempt to speak to this lovely lady after dinner.
After dessert, the boss gave his customary pep talk and made introductions of all new recruits.
"In sales we have the new assistant to Robert, Miss Genna Killeen... Genna..." said the big guy and the pretty lady sitting across from me raised her slim hand to wave at everyone. She smiled widely and giggled as the crowd gave her a polite applause. Genna looked at me again and held her eye to mine for perhaps five seconds. She looked lovely. She was dressed in a very clingy, muted red nylon dress that reached to just above her knees. Her raven black hair was long, to her waist, with the bangs braided and tied back out of her face. Red lipstick, a touch of rouge and eyeliner... conservative and just right for her petite build. Perhaps five feet, six inches... maybe 105 pounds soaking wet. Her round, well-proportioned breasts jiggled a bit whenever she laughed and the dress she wore revealed perhaps an inch of inviting, sexy cleavage. She smelled of lilac blossoms.
I finally broke down and ordered a drink, having had a very good dinner. As the waitress brought my Stoli, Genna stood and walked from the table to the rear bar. Watching her move was a delight. All liquid and cat-like, her hips gyrated as if on axis'. Each buttock straining gently against the thin fabric of her dress, swelling, rolling... she glided like spoken poetry across the banquet room. I was mesmerized. Once at the bar, she turned her head quickly, flung her hair to her right and looked back toward the table where our eyes met again. She smiled. She lightly bit her lower lip. She looked quickly away again. I had to talk to her then.
I stood to walk to the bar and George suddenly appeared at my left side, blocking my direction of travel. At once he began rattling on about office topics and upcoming projects that I really had no interest in at that moment. After he babbled inanely for three minutes or so, I finally made an escape and looked frantically toward the bar area searching for Genna. She was gone. I rounded the entire banquet room, searching for her raven locks. She had vanished.
Now feeling annoyed and frustrated, I moved from the banquet room into the outer hallway. This room was located in a local hotel which catered to such events. All of the employees had had the opportunity to reserve their own room at a special discount rate and stay the night if too many drinks were consumed to attempt a safe drive home. I myself had reserved a room, paid for it and had expected a very long and lustful night with Janice. Now, I wasn't even planning on staying until the dancing started. The thought of seducing Genna entered my mind for a moment, then I decided it was a fancy pipe dream, since even she was no where to be found. I stood in the hallway, tipped my glass and quickly drank my drink then decided to leave. As I turned to go back into the banquet room, at the far end of the hallway my eye caught a glimpse of a deep red nylon dress flowing slightly in a breezy motion, then gone, around the corner. I set the glass down and began walking in that direction thinking, hoping, that it was Genna. As I reached the corner and looked around, there it was again, the maroon dress. This time I was sure it was her. She was walking outside. I moved to the door and looked out to see Genna standing alone, smoking a thin cigar. I stepped out to join her.
