The Dreaded Office Christmas Party (adult content)

With it being Christmas time, the past few weeks have been Christmas Party season! Well more just the past week for me, as I had two parties in three days.

Last Wednesday it was time for me to play arm candy at J’s work party. J’s work “do” is usually a fairly formal affair – black tie and evening gown type of thing – due to the type of company he works for, and due to the fact that it’s one of the few times of the year that everybody gets together in one place as very few of them are office based, and most are usually “out and about”.

We had a good time though, especially as it’s always a lot of fun for me to try and find the perfect blend of classiness and slutiness. Both J and myself like trying to find that blend for me, as it’s important that I show J in a positive light at business functions and don’t do anything to show him up. But it’s also important for our relationship that even while maintaining that classy front, I keep my slutty edge. J relishes in the knowledge that as many men are looking at me as possible, and the dirtier their thoughts about me the better! I wore the traditional “little black dress” for J’s work party, good cleavage on show, very short and tight, with black seamed stockings and ultimate high heels of course, what else is there for the classy yet slutty look?! And I felt a lot of wanting looks coming my way as I chatted away to everybody in my unsubtle way of subtly flirting, whilst doing my best to give everybody a better view of my legs or boobs! All whilst smiling my oblivious smile and pretending I wasn’t doing a thing!

I know, I’m an attention seeking hussy, but what are you gonna do!!?? lol

My Christmas Party two days later on the Friday was a completely different affair altogether though. The employees at my work are more diverse, and we don’t require any classiness – a proper party bunch are we!!!

Unfortunately for various reasons, J couldn’t attend my work party, which was probably best anyway as very few partners ended up attending so he may have been a little left out.

And let me tell you, I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten as drunk as I got on Friday, or if I have, it’s been a few years anyway. I remember some of my antics clearly, I only vaguely recall some of my other behaviour, and the rest, well the rest I don’t remember at all!!

One of the things I don’t remember at all but I was told I did, was that I apparently told one of the guys I work with (well he works in a different department but is in the same general office as me), all about a dirty dream I had about them the week before. I don’t know exactly what I said, but I did have that dream and if I went in to any kind of detail about what happened in that dream, then it would have been VERY embarrassing for both of us! Not to mention he is very much the shy and quiet type!

Things I have a very blurred memory of is the over the top (and probably very inappropriate) flirting I did with everybody. I had a very sexy little red dress on and I started the night horny and playful, and every drink I had just seemed to double that feeling for me, so I spent most of the night all over everybody, hugging them, sitting on their laps, dancing very provocatively with them and/or around them, rubbing myself up against their crotches in a very sexual way when dancing, pushing my boobs or ass at them, and I remember kissing two of them, and I’m pretty sure I had a very raunchy dance and kiss with a guy who didn’t work with us, as it was one of those parties where you book a few tables at a multi-company Christmas Party.

And I haven’t even got to the best and/or worst part yet!!

Toward the end of the night I ended up in a toilet stall in the gents bathroom with a guy I work pretty closely with. We’ve always got along great, had a flirty friendship, with pretty good sexual chemistry, but now with us both in a complete drunken state, and me in my “playful” mood, a kiss and a grope on the dancefloor somehow ended up going a little further. After we giggled and kissed our way into the gents, walking right past at least three guys in the bathroom without seeming to care, we locked the stall door, we carried on kissing and our clothes got a little dishevelled. We didn’t go all the way, after about a minute of “mutual masturbation” of his hand being inside my panties, and my hand reciprocating with his cock, he was ready to cum, and in a split second decision, I thought “shit, I don’t want him to cum all over my dress”, dropped to my knees and got there just in time to get his cock in my mouth as he came. I sucked and swallowed and it was just then that I realised what I’d done – that I’d just cheated on J! I said something along the lines of “oh my God, we shouldn’t have done this!” before getting out of there.

I left the party soon after, got home, J was home by this point as he’d been travelling home from his business trip that evening, and I just broke down and cried and told him all about what had happened. He just held me and told me it was okay and that he wasn’t mad about what happened, and that he loved me. It was important to me to hear those words from him.

We spoke more detailed about it on Saturday, and he was very clear that the only punishable offence was that I didn’t ask his permission first, which we have begun the punishment for. But our lengthy talk was more about our wonderings around “involving others” in our sexual relationship, which has been a longstanding conversation topic, as mentioned in previous blogs. We spoke about why I did what I did and how the topic of sex with others and “opening” our relationship had been playing on my mind. We spoke about how it made me feel, which initially was very exciting and thrilling before the overwhelming guilt kicked in. And we spoke about the guy involved, and what I felt about him, and how we were going to deal with the awkwardness of that side of things. There’s lots of questions there really – how is what happened going to affect our working relationship and friendship? How do we approach each other to discuss what happened, or do we just ignore it? Can he and I forget it ever happened and move on? And a question J posed to me – is he someone I may want to see again more openly if we could arrange it? Luckily I haven’t seen him since, as he’s on holiday until next week, so I won’t see him until work on Tuesday, giving me more time to think about everything.

It’s all very confusing to be honest and I’m going to need to think about it long and hard. The last question intrigues me a lot, but could I confess to him all about how my relationship with J works? Would he be interested? Would he be freaked out? Do I even have the balls to broach the subject with him? Do I even have the balls to face him next Tuesday? I don’t know! I really don’t know!

The only thing I do know is that I am so grateful that nobody else at work has any idea about the incident in the gents that night and that it is a secret between me and the guy involved, and nobody else at work. It’s been an embarrassing enough few days at work this week already with everybody’s Christmas Party antics. Luckily I wasn’t the only one who got drunk and acted like an idiot / drunken hussy. Well maybe it was mainly me on the drunken hussy part!! Lol. After about a dozen or so quiet apologies for my behaviour to everybody this week, I think it’s all water under the bridge now.

I’d love to hear anybody’s views, thoughts, or perspective on this blog and the situations I have found myself in. I always appreciate the feedback and comments you guys send to me, and it inspires me to keep posting, so please keep them coming in, and if you’re a long term reader but have never commented or e-mailed me before, then please feel free to do so, even just to say hi – you know it’s only polite!!! Lol My e-mail address as always is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk

I’m also interested in hearing your views and opinions on what you want me to write about in this blog – what have been your favourite blogs? What do you want me to expand upon? Is there a blog you want to read a sequel/update to? Are there any questions you want to ask me (to be answered privately or in a future blog)? Tell me your views as I want to make this your blog as well as mine!! :-)

This is probably my last blog of 2008, so I just want to say Merry Christmas everybody, and I wish you all every happiness for the New Year.

Lots of Love
Blogslut xx

Is chivalry dead?

Let me set the scene – it’s a cold, dreary, frosty Monday morning. I’m on my way to work in my less than perfect little car, I hear a loud rumbling from one of my front wheels and realise my tyre has gone flat. I’m on a motorway exit with nowhere to pull over, so I just slow down, pull over into the innermost lane, get off the motorway, travel on about quarter of a mile until I get to the first little side road, turn into it, and then have to expertly do a reverse parallel park into the only available gap to get out of the middle of the road.

My tyre needs changing – I’m a girl so it’s not something I would do as standard, especially as I’m smartly dressed for work and everything. But I can’t find the telephone number for my breakdown recovery service, and I’m miles away from the area where my regular garage is, which is the only number I have to hand.

So I decide I’ll just give it a go anyway, I have changed a tyre before, so I do know what to do. So I get out my jack and my wheel nut turner thingy (that’s the technical term lol), and start changing my wheel, which is pretty difficult in a short skirt and high heels. And I get flustered and struggle to get my wheel nuts off and everything.

And whilst I’m doing all of this, which takes 15+ minutes, several people walk past me, many of them guys, many of them clearly “checking me out”, two of them even whistling at me as they walked by. And moving on from just pedestrians, several cars passed as well, one of them driven by a guy who shouted a sexual remark out of the window, but none of these stopped to help either.

So here I am, a damsel in distress, and not one person offered to help. Now I consider myself to be a fairly pretty girl, and I was dressed well in my very high heels, a sexy business suit with a skirt that was well above the knee, and black stockings. You’d have thought someone would have been nice enough to stop and offer assistance, even if their real intention was just to spend ten minutes hitting on me.

To be honest, when I started changing my wheel, I knew I should be able to do it, providing the nuts weren’t on too tight, but I really wasn’t expecting to have to. I wouldn’t have started it if I didn’t think I could finish it, even if I wasn’t expecting to have to finish it. But I was sure a kind gentleman in passing would stop, I’d flutter my eye lashes, flash him a smile, he’d do all the hard work, and maybe I’d treat him to a sneaky glimpse of my stocking tops as I climbed back into my car, just as a little thank you treat to make it worth his while. So to all the guys who did just walk on by – that’s what you missed!!

It makes me wonder, is chivalry dead? Or am I just so indulged in my own self obsession that I’ve become too accustomed to using my femininity to get what I want from men? Who knows, but all I know is that after Monday morning, my faith in the human race was a little depleted!

A question to all you guys – would you help a damsel in distress change their car tyre? Have you ever helped a damsel in distress? And what would be the deciding factor if you walked or drove past somebody as to whether you’d stop and assist or carry on by?

Answers on a postcard to… lol