Helen (1)
The Long Weekend
I would never have mixed with members of staff under normal circumstances but as the team had done such a good job in the last quarter my boss had instructed me to take them out for a bit of a celebration and thank you party He had picked me up at seven and we had met the fifteen members of staff at the restaurant. I chatted idly to one member of staff or another and Mr Tomlinson kept the wine flowing.
I suppose I should introduce myself and give some background to this story. My name is Helen Stanton, I am 32 and I am the senior online sales director for Tomlinson International. Harry Tomlinson was the CEO of the company. We had been setting up the online business for some time and at the start of the last quarter had very successfully gone international going from dot co to dot com. Hence this little party.
I lived for my work and I was a stern leader. I am good at my job. Which is just as well because my private life was a sham. I was convent educated from a deeply catholic family. My marriage had been arranged more or less by my parents when I was nineteen. His name was William Stanton. By the time I was 23 and no children had come along my mother sent me to a gynaecologist for tests, without asking me first. The testing showed that I could not have children. My parents were mortified. I on the other hand was ecstatic. As my husband was devout catholic it meant there was no more need to have sex. If that is what you could call his monthly two minute penetration of me, and the obvious disgust he felt afterwards.
While this improved my marriage somewhat, as now my husband and I never spoke to each other, when I mentioned divorce to my mother she forbade me to ever mention it again. While I hated the way my parents still ruled my life I just wasn't capable of fighting them. The anger this created in me was channelled towards demanding the best from those who worked for me.
"Ok all to the mini bus." Mr Tomlinson said, "We are off to Domain."
Shouts of joy from all areas while I stood in shock. Domain was a nightclub. I had never, ever been to a nightclub. But I couldn't say no. I was sure Mr Tomlinson would be more than disappointed.
We went in the front door and Mr Tomlinson gathered us all together. "Ok all drinks are paid for. Just show this card. The mini bus will be outside at 2.30am to take you all home, go and have some fun." As they all went off he turned to me. "Make sure they all get home safely Helen I have to go now."
"But....Mr Tomlinson I....I...."
"Just enjoy yourself Helen." MR Tomlinson smiled, "I have to get home to my wife. As you know she isn't too well right now. Byeee" And he was gone.
My God, a night club. What on earth was I supposed to do till 2.30. I was annoyed, no, I was angry. How could he leave me in this position. I pushed through the crowd and found the others huddled around a table. They offered me the vacant seat and pushed a glass of something towards me. I took a sip and nearly spat it out.
"What is this?" I asked sternly.
"It's a fast and furious." Adam said, "Your supposed to drink it fast and furious. Down in one." He laughed.
"Well I only drink wine." I said putting the drink back on the table.
"Well this is as near to wine as you will get in here." John said, "It's WKD. Non alcoholic." He put it in front of me and took the fast thingy for himself.
"Do I get a glass?" I asked. Their laughter told me a big fat no. I put the bottle to my lips and tasted it and while it would not have been a drink of choice I didn't see that I had much choice, other than to sit all night doing nothing. As I was at least ten years older than any of the others I really didn't want to feel any more uncomfortable.
After I had drunk two or three I had got used to the taste and had, surprisingly, relaxed enough to actually join Rachel on the dance floor. Well actually she dragged me protesting, but again I didn't want to feel awkward, and the looks I was getting from other people told me to just go and look like I knew how to dance. It didn't seem to hard, just shuffle your feet and wave your arms around. A few more drinks and I was dancing as well as everyone else. Well if you can't beat them join them.
By the time we headed back to the mini bus I felt really weird. I couldn't walk straight and nearly fell over several times. If it hadn't been for one or other of the group I would have landed flat on my face, but thankfully each time I stumbled one of them saved me.
The mini bus had a long bench seat at the back then several rows of twin seats. I was somewhat herded to the back along with Rachel, the only other female in the group. I managed to get into the last twin seat at the back while Rachel and two of the boys got the back seat, Rachel was in the middle. We hadn't even set off before the two boys were kissing and fondling her while the others looked on cheering. I tried to ignore it all. Rachel seemed fine with it but the whole thing was beginning to make me feel sick. Finally I had enough.
I turned round and said, "Stop that this instant." As I spoke I saw Rachel on her knees with her face buried in Adams crotch while James, his jeans round his ankles, was....well, doing it to her. "Your disgusting." I flopped back into my seat bright red with embarressment.
"Don't worry Mrs Stanton. Rachel loves it." A voice said, "Or now that we are all getting intimate shall I call you Helen."
Whoever it was had emphasised the 'Stanton'. This mixed with the familiarity in assuming they could call me by my first name infuriated me. But the drink had fuddled my mind somewhat and it suddenly occurred to me that I was drunk. A few moments later the mini bus turned and went down a country lane for a few yards before pulling into a field and stopping.
"We're here." The driver said, "Everyone out for a moonlight fuck."
I had spoken to Albert before about his foul language. I found it disgusting.. But not as disgusting as the thought of this sixty year old expecting to do it with Rachel, who was only nineteen. The others were at least about her age but Albert was old enough to be her grandfather. It didn't seem to put any of them off though as they all piled out of the mini bus. I sat where I was.
"You too Mrs Stanton." Albert said, "I have to lock the bus up while we give young Rachel a seeing to." He was grinning lewdly. It made me feel dirty. "Out. Now." he ordered sharply.
I felt myself getting up, but couldn't believe it. I still couldn't believe it as I stood and watched him lock the bus. He took my arm and half pulled half encouraged me to follow him to where the others were. It was a small clearing in the woods, you could see quite clearly under the moonlight that Rachel was indeed getting a good seeing to. As I saw her astride one boy while another took her from behind, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and when Albert stripped naked and thrust his thing into her mouth, the fact that she smiled at him horrified me. I thought about running away but had nowhere to go and I just could stop looking. My mouth agape I just stood and shook in what I believed was rage. My eyes just flicked from one young naked body to another.
As Albert stepped back I could see his seed running from Rachel's mouth. The look on her face was like something I had never seen before. I thought she was in pain but then she let out a slow moaning scream and her face lit up. She was begging for them to do it harder and faster and they both did as she asked. When they were spent three more took their place. It suddenly dawned on me that she would have all fifteen of them. My knees shook and finallygave way and I sank to the floor, my eyes closed.
"You alright Helen?" Somebody asked. I smelt him before I opened my eyes but my anger at him using my name overrode any caution.
