Post 228: Scenes from a Party, p11: At the Table

Heart still racing, shame still reddening my face from being caught with Angie, I had allowed myself to be led back through the crowd, past the women dancing. Randi, Marisela, Amelia: women on a mission; they wanted to get me to the table where I guess I’d be sitting. “I told Aubrey to get him a plate from the buffet,” Randi had said to the others, just as I was being buffeted by two powerful pairs of hips - Mallory and Morgan, moving to the music at the edge of the dance floor - “he should have something to eat. He looks kinda wobbly.”

“I’m n-not wob-…wobbly,” I wobbled, bounced by some blonde’s bubble butt into the hips of another, “it’s just the-…the…” I wanted to be able to say alcohol but it wasn’t just that. I was smaller, slighter than most everyone in the crowd, and-

“We’ll get him to his ssseat,” Marisela had said. If I’d registered a strange timbre to her voice, if she sounded different I had barely a moment to think on it as I felt hands - hers and Amelia’s - take me by the shoulders. Even through my new sports jacket I could feel their nails. They began to usher me among the women. Though abashed, embarrassed by how unsteady on my feet I felt, I was thankful for their guidance; this crowd was all big, and hippy, and drunk. I felt totally like a pinball being bounced amongst them, surrounded by giggles and cheap vodka, wide hips and tight skirts. Lots of high heels. Not one of them was eye-level to me.

“There, head around that way,” Randi said, once we’d arrived at the long table at which I was apparently the guest of honor, “sneak in behind…”

Coooooos and heyyyyy Dr Js in greeting, pairs upon pairs of bright, pretty eyes welcoming me from where they sat, watching me, sizing me up. My mind, for some reason, was fuddled; I smiled but couldn’t come up with names.

“So much perfume in this place,” Amelia commented offhandedly as she moved me from behind, directing me around the table, “These girls don’t know their own strength.”

What did she mean by that? Was it all the perfume in the room, the heavy cloud of it around this table, making me feel drunk? Or was it the bit of whiskey I’d had already? Either way, I can’t help but admit that it was - despite everything going on - helping me to relax. I’d had a hard week, trying to be strong, trying to keep my will up, trying to be a good boss. Maybe now it was okay to de-stress a bit, loosen up. Right? I’d…I’d be able to keep my wits about me, mostly. An evening out with some pretty girls, a little booze…it’d be good for me, right?

Right?

A few girls stood, let me in. I was to sit on the cushioned wall bench, behind the table. Names began to come back to me. To my right was sitting the Evolution drug rep Abby, and - when they all slid back into their seats - Vida was to my left, her solid hips bumping me. Abby had smiled quickly at me but was thick in conversation with someone to her own right. The table was a big one, and I was now pinned in. Girls had been to the food tables and were all beginning to eat, had continued to drink, and - after their greeting chorus of coos and compliments - were laughing and talking loudly among themselves. I was doing my best to smile, relax, be part of conversation but I couldn’t help but feel three steps behind. There were eight or so seats on each side and now that I’d arrived all were full - except two, the chairs directly across from me.One was being pulled out, kitty-corner to my left. I looked up to see who it was: Aubrey.

“Would you like some food?” she asked. Aubrey was a several-year employee of mine who was just now returning to sit, having come with a full plate and leaning in to place it in front of me. Though young, she was our new reception supervisor, and before I could even thank her for the food, my mouth had dropped. Always a pretty, petite girl of thinly waifish good looks, quiet, dark haired and delicate, Aubrey looked absolutely statuesque tonight - and staggeringly beautiful. Perhaps it was just on account of my reduced stature of 5’3”, but I was astounded by how tall she seemed. She had dressed elegantly for the evening, in a long black dress with a white, off-the-shoulder bodice that highlighted a torso that blindsided me with its lithe shapeliness.  “I got you a little of everything,” she continued, seeming earnestly invested in being helpful, “and here’s some utensils…”

I could not believe those tits.

If she noticed me staring, agoggle at her chest jiggling as she set up my dinner (Aubrey! Little Aubrey! Jiggling!!), she didn’t let on. Dutifully she unfurled my napkin and handed it to me, as the other girls began to speak.

“Doesn’t Aubrey look gorgeous tonight?” the girl to her right asked, olive-skinned but blonde.

“Y-y-yeah…” I agreed, trying to gather myself in this sea of sexy estrogen, “yes, she looks v-very nice.” As Aubrey began to sit I made eye contact with the blonde, shapely herself in a red dress, a plunging-V neckline. “Hi, uh…”

“Nadia,” the blonde smiled, reminding me of her name with a strange, thin smile. Vaguely Arabic. If I remember she’d worked at a hair salon…but I thought I’d also heard talk of her being from the reception desk at Evolution? “I work with Aubrey at the front desk.”

“Aubrey always had a crush on you Dr. J,” spoke up Brittni, suddenly, from two seats down to the left, “do you have one on her?” Laughs erupted, between she and Bobbi, seated next to her. They turned in to one another, giggling, but eyeing my reaction. They, too, were dressed for the party, in matching tube dresses that squashed their breasts up to their throats.

“Girls...” scolded Vida, my APRN whose shapely Latin hips still pressed fleshily into my left side

“...let’s be nice.” Her own perfume, flowing from her thick dark hair, had wafted over me and I looked at her. Her smile was big, white, brilliant as she looked at me.

Befuddled, I turned back to Aubrey, who seemed for a moment to be blushing. Fighting off some  sort of private embarrassment, she pressed on. “Are you comfortable?” she asked, dutifully. The seat to her left, the one right in front of me, was still empty.

“Yeah you’re sitting so low…” the blond Nadia commented, eyeing me from across the table. Not necessarily the tallest girl here, she nonetheless was looking down at me.

“Does he need a booster seat?’ giggled Bobbi, bringing a chortle from her partner-in-crime, Brittni, and a withering but half-amused look from Vida.

“It’s just these, uh…” …soft cushions; I’m sinking in. It makes me feel shorter. Perfume. It’s everywhere.

“Did you say something?” someone asked.

“You’re being so quiet,” said another.

“Maybe you just need to eat?” Aubrey suggested, reaching over to push my plate an inch closer to me. I looked down at it, then up at her. She smiled down at me, encouragingly. I took a deep breath, and picked up a fork. Someone had already set the napkin in my lap.

I speared a spear of asparagus: grilled, with slivered almonds.

“There you go,” someone purred.

I nibbled the end; fiberrrrs…

“Turn it around, this way,” Aubrey instructed, reaching across the table and readjusting the fork in my hand, so I could bite at the tender part of the shoot. “That’s right, good…” she said, patiently.

“Yummy, right..?”

That was Abby, to my right. Sales Rep from Evolution Pharmaceuticals and probably responsible for this whole evening. I flushed in embarrassment as I turned, slowly, to find her watching me struggle with a sprig of asparagus. This is so unprofessional, I thought. She smiled in amusement at my little plight. What the fuck? Am I really this drunk??

“Have another bite,” came Aubrey’s encouragement, and I felt her hand guide mine. I nibbled again, and bit.

“Good job…” Abby smiled. She was a pretty woman herself, normally in a more corporately-coiffed sort of way. Tonight, though, her hair was down,  shoulder-length and medium brown. She was  also displaying a startling amount of chest, in a lilac-purple slip of a cocktail dress that showed off her nice legs as well. She was maybe older by a few years than many of the girls here but in great shape for sure. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, and something else.

“How about some pasta, now?” Aubrey asked, drawing my attention back to her. Jesus she’s beautiful, I marveled silently as my fork, clumsily, poked around in a pile of penne. And she’s got a crush on me? To my face I brought it, a single piece, and it fell off. Where was my motor control?

“Oh…” Vida cooed, from my left, “let me get that…”

I was somehow both dimly and acutely aware of being watched, of being observed, as Vida picked the errant pasta from my lap. They were all looking at me, witnessing this whole spectacle.

I tried again. The pasta bounced off my chest.

“He can’t feed himself,” said someone.

“Maybe he needs a bib,” giggled Brittni.

“Here let me help,” I heard, as Aubrey took the fork from my hand and, as I watched, speared a few tubes of penne. “Open up,” she said, dutifully, watching my eyes with earnest intent as I obeyed, opening my mouth wide for her.

“There you go, that’s easier. Let Aubrey feed you…” Vida purred.

“Haha this is so fun..!” someone sang.

It is fun, right? I’m having fun, being relaxed, hanging out with the employees?

“Use a spoon, Aub,” suggested a voice from the right, “Feed him some mashed potatoes…”

“They’re nice and soft…”

“Can I feed him?”

“Let’s let Aubrey do it,” Vida insisted.

“Look at you, lucky little guy,” Abby chided, elbowing me in the side and speaking into my ear, “all these pretty ladies fighting to feed you, take care of you. Everyone here loves you so much, huh..?”

”y-yeah…” I agreed, watching as Aubrey started to gather a spoonful of, yeah, mashed potatoes.

“Do you love us?” Vida asked.

I choked. Wh-what..? I, uh, uh ”uh…uh-of course,” I stammered, answering without thinking, opening up for Aubrey as she offered a full spoon.

”Do you trust us?” Vida followed, as Aubrey watched my eyes, slid the small pile of potatoes into my mouth.

Trust them? Well, yeah, of course… ”y-y-yuh…” I managed, through a mouthful.

”I hear you missed your vitamin shot this week,” Abby, to my right, commented.

“He did,” Vida answered for me, as I swallowed, bringing a tsktsktsk from Abby. I saw Aubrey pouting, going back for another spoonful. “We think he should have it.”

My vitamins. I’d prescribed them for myself, to hopefully halt whatever was going on with my bone loss. I didn’t like injections - this fear of needles - and not sure if it was working, at all, or just contributing to the problem. But there was something about this combo formulation Vida had found that was, yeah, appealing. Not only was it one shot instead of three, I’d been kinda jonesing for it…

“Okay?” Abby asked.

“Okay what?” I queried, as I saw Vida turn to her left, start going through her purse.

“Okay if you take your shot now,” Abby answered.

Vida was opening a little black box, pulling out a syringe filled with a familiar blue. Was that actually..? She’’d brought some here, tonight?

“You trust us right?” Vida said, preparing the injection.

“O-o-okay…” I stuttered, suddenly more anxious, eyes focused on the needle. I hated shots.

“Why are you so nervous?” Abby cooed, holding me by the right arm, now, feeling me quivering, “C’mon, it’s just a little pinprick…”

“Vitamins B12, D, K…” said Vida, moving in, smoothing the leg of my pants around my left thigh…

“...and a little bit of love,” Abby continued, her smile widening as she added, “an Evolution Pharmaceuticals special..!”

Wait how does Abby, this sales rep, know I’m on these supplements? And…did I know this was made by Evolution? Wait a second…

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