Post 222: Scenes from a Party, p5

I have to get away, I thought to myself, having just extricated myself from my bar stool and the soft press of Shanette’s breast. I have to get away I have to get away I have to get away. I’d left my drink behind, in my haste, and as I broke from the little crowd the image of Katarina’s cleavage still burned in my mind. The girls had whined, cooing complaints at my exit, and I promised them I’d be back. I just needed a minute.

I mean, as an owner my wife Sheryl could show up at any moment, right? Or her friend? This woman who fancied herself my new…ugh…boss? Olivia?

If I was caught like that? With my head sunk into one new girl’s tit, my eyes deep down the neckline of another?

A…a bathroom, that’s what I need, just as the dark door appeared. I pushed it open, met with a flash of light from within, and slipped inside. 

“Heyyyyy…” she drawled in greeting, her eyes flashing in delight as they met mine - which had immediately widened in surprise - in the mirror, “…funny meeting you here.”

The blonde’s smile widened in dangerous amusement as the door shut behind me.

It was Amelia, standing at the bathroom counter, hands down in front of her. The short skirt of her green party dress rode dangerously up the back of her strong thighs, and I fought my best to keep my gaze from gravitating to either her hips or the generous amount of cleavage she had on display.

By design I hadn’t had  a moment alone with any of the girls from last weekend and it was a shock, I felt immediately at risk. But, there it was.

We were alone.

“This is powder room, you realize? A ladies’ room?” she asked.

“Uhhhh….”

She had said it herself. I shouldn’t be here.

“I just came in here to check my nails, gather my head,” she explained, “Do you smell all the perfume out there? It can do crazy things to you.”

Was that true? Was what I’d been feeling, that this familiar perfume - that I first smelled on Melissa but was now ubiquitous on all the girls, filling the office, and now like a dense, invisible cloud here - have some sort of effect on me? Others?

“But y’know what? I kinda like it,” she said, standing up straight in her six-inch heels, turning around to offer me her hand.

She’s so fucking tall.

“C'mon, let’s go dance.”

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Thanks to MorphsByMig for the image