Putting in the Overtime (part two) - Sex Stories

Putting in the Overtime (part two)

... mouthful of my own spunk, but no. She walked over to the drinks cabinet in the corner of the room, opened it and ran her fingers over the variously shaped bottles within. She selected one and pulled it out – an elegant crystal decanter with the word ‘Brandy’ engraved across it in large, curly letters. It was half full of a dark brown liquid which sloshed luxuriantly as she tilted the bottle in her hands. With a mix of fascination and horror, Vanessa and I watched as Hailey pulled out the stopper and brought the bottle to her mouth. She winked at us, spat an entire gloopy mouthful of my spunk into the brandy, replaced the stopper, shook the decanter violently for a few seconds and then put it back in the cabinet. “He likes a stiff double at the end of the day,” she said, wiping her smirking face with the back of one hand. “And I, for one, quit this fucking job right as of now.” “So do I,” said someone. I realised with some surprise that it was me. Vanessa turned and looked at me and said, “You mean it?” "Yes,” said someone. It was me again, and I realised I really did mean it. “Fuck this job. I'm going to walk out that door and post my keys through the letterbox and never come back here again.” Vanessa looked at me in wonder for a moment, then looked thoughtful. “You're right,” she said. “Fuck this job. I'm in. I mean out. I quit, anyway.” I ...

... grinned, relishing the moment. We were all quitting. Just walking out the door and never looking back. Distantly some part of me pondered over which in particular of the wee, dark hours would see me wake in a cold sweat as I recalled this decision to give caution a lesson in paragliding, but that could wait. “Let The Man consider himself firmly Stuck To,” I said, “by some serious It.” They looked at me like I was insane, but laughed anyway. It took some time and effort to clean up and make ourselves presentable. Clothes had been ripped and strewn all over the place and we were all, especially Hailey, a little sticky. There was a perfect imprint of Vanessa's entire naked body drawn in sweat across the leather-topped desk. We found one of TB's expensive ties in a cupboard. Who knew silk could be so absorbent? With one last despairing look at the brandy bottle lurking in the cabinet, I switched off the lights and closed the door to TB's office. Papers were tidied, choice personal items retrieved, lights were switched off and a professionally-stiff letter was left on a desk with our three names signed in pink lipstick. Hailey added a kiss. The front door slammed behind us for the very last time, and we all posted our keys through the letterbox before going our separate ways into the night. I was halfway home before I remembered about the data card.