What A Bitch - Sex Stories

What A Bitch

... to move on. But just before he went, he leaned closer so I could hear him. “How are you finding your new boss?”

“Cold,” I replied.

“Oh, I take it you don’t like her.”

“She doesn’t like me.”

He looked at me for a moment or two. “I think you are wrong. She thinks you are excellent.”

He smiled again and gave me a peck on the cheek before moving off in search of his next dance.

It was a good hour later when I was taking a break from the dance floor, that I saw her. I was having a bit of trouble with a lovely lad called James who was pestering me, because I had found a piece of mistletoe which I had tied to my hair clip, along with the tinsel. But he had had his kiss, as had several other of the guys, so I made my excuses and walked over to where she was sitting, alone.

“Not dancing?” I said, doing my best to smile.

“No, but I see you have been.” I didn’t wait to be asked, I just plonked myself down next to her.

“Are you enjoying the party?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she picked up the half-empty bottle of fizz and, after filling her glass, took a large gulp.

“I’ll take that as a no,” and without saying another word, I went off to rejoin the fun. Miserable fucking bitch.

Angela

I should have gone home hours ago. But no, I had decided to stay and feel sorry for myself, which I know means I drink too much. And the more I drank, the worse it got. And now I was pissed, and all I wanted to do was cry. But I wouldn’t do that. And what a ...

... contrast.

Everyone seemed to be having a great time. The younger girls and boys had not stopped dancing and, whilst a few casualties were slumped on chairs, and a few couples were enjoying a closer Christmas activity, my fellow Directors had all left.

I managed to make my way to the ladies. I was in a cubicle when they walked in. They were chatting and laughing.

“Are you going to fuck him?”

“Probably,” said the other, and they giggled. “What about you?”

“Yeh! I haven’t had a fuck for weeks.”

There was a brief silence as they both began to relieve themselves but they continued chatting. And I heard the door open again.

“Fucking hell, I’m bursting!” I recognised the voice immediately, and the cubicle door next to me crashed open and, after a second or two, I could hear her emptying her bladder.

“Suzie, are you going to fuck James or what?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Why not, he’s fucking horny?”

“I’d fuck him,” said the other.

“You fuck him then,” she replied, and they all laughed. I heard the flushes go and then the taps and, still chatting, they checked their make-up, at least I think that is what they were doing.

“Where’s the bitch gone?” said one of them. I knew who she meant.

“Back to her kennel, probably,” said another, and they laughed. “Suzie, how the fuck do you put up with her? Did you hear that fucking speech!”

There was a brief pause and then I heard her.

“Girls, I know but it can’t be easy for her.”

“Suzie, she is just plain nasty! Have ...