Drew stared at his girlfriend from across the room. He gulped down his third beer and watched as his girlfriend flirted with his boss. She was wearing that tight black dress that was just a little too short and her red hair was in ringlets around her small round face. He watched as she slid her long, perfectly manicured, nails along Jon's arm and watched carefully as she slid her high-heeled toe up against her opposite leg. Drew gulped down the rest of the bottle and decided to see what she was going to do next.
Drew and Mandy had been dating for almost four months and he hated how flirty she was around other guys, especially older guys. They were the same age, 22, and had almost everything in common. He knew he could thrill and woo her and make her his own, but his age was one thing he could not change. He always wondered what she liked about older men and it wasn't to the point of giving Drew a complex or anything, but it intrigued him, considering how amazing their sex life was.
Drew leaned against the far wall trying not to wrinkle his expensive Armani suit. He had chosen the dark gray suit with the light gray tie. He always dressed professionally and a retirement party for one of the top executives was a time to show off. Running a hand through his short blonde hair, he watched as Mandy leaned up to brush an imaginary piece of lint from Jon's shoulder. Jon was probably about six feet tall and even with those "fuck me" heels, Mandy was barely five feet two inches. Drew loved how short she was for two reasons. The first reason was the sex. Having a tiny red head bouncing on your cock as she thumbs her nipples and cries out your name was his idea of perfect sex. The second reason was that whenever she got upset, he just had to cradle her in his arms and always made her feel safe.
Drew walked over to Mandy and handed her another glass of wine.
"Thanks sweetie." Mandy turned and grinned at Drew. Normally Drew loved when she flirted with others, but tonight his face showed how angry and upset he was.
"Oh come on, baby. You know you get me tonight." Mandy purred into his ear and tried to rub up against Drew.
"I'm going to get another drink." Drew walked off in the direction of the open bar and Mandy pouted for a split second before eyeing Jon sitting at a table by himself. She walked over and, noticing that most of the people in the room were very drunk, decided she was going to enjoy the rest of the evening. She slid into Jon's lap and sipped her red wine slowly.
"Fuck! She drives me crazy sometimes." Drew was chatting with his only work friend, Marcus. Marcus was almost 40 years old and had been the target of Mandy's flirting the first few times they had all gotten together. Marcus was gay and Mandy had decided that the fun and excitement of flirting with a guy wasn't fun when she knew full well he wasn't attracted to her.
"Tell her to stop then man. I mean she obviously enjoys it and you seem to hate it."
"No. I'm fine with it. She just knows how to push all my buttons. I'm going for another drink."
Drew took off to the bar to get his fifth beer of the night and watched as his red headed girlfriend sat on Jon's lap, purring in his ear. Jon was so drunk he just sat their stunned, not really realizing he was being used.
