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The Company Party

Mar 20th, 2018
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  1. [F4M] The Company Party [social awkwardness][you mean awkwardly hilarious][flirting][drunk][sucking and fucking in the coat closet][public]
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  4. <faint fancy party sounds--glasses clinking, laughter, maybe some light music>
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  6. Okay...Here we are at the quarterly company party. <nervous> Big turnout. Lots of people...lots of people I don't know.
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  8. God, this was a mistake. I should never have come.
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  10. Oh, people are coming. Act natural! <feigning cheerfulness> Oh hey! Yes, Bill. Martha. Good work on that Robertson report! Great party.
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  12. <nervous laughter returns> Aaaand see you later... Yup. Huge fucking mistake. God, I really, *really* don't know anyone here.
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  14. Alright, look, it was just St. Patty's day. I'll make an Irish exit. No one'll notice I'm gone, and I'll be home in time to catch Survivor.
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  16. <curious> Ooh, drink tray! ...I guess one drink can't hurt.
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  18. Lemme just grab--OOF! <noise as you bump into him> Hey! Watch where you're--Oh. Oh, it's you! Hey, I know you! <cheering up> Yeah, the new guy. I was there at your orientation. You work in...I want to say, pots and pans?
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  20. Analytics? Ah, well. Close enough. Hey, at least I didn't spill my drink. Yeah, I'll toast to that. <laugh and sigh> Sorry, you're just...like, you're the *first* person I've seen here tonight that I actually recognize.
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  22. Big company, yeah. It's just so hard to keep track of all these faces. And names. Divisions. Floors. I mean, how many floors do we even have? <muttering> God, how many floors *do* we have?
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  24. Sorry. I'm just rambling. I do that a lot in these kinds of things. Er, *at* these kinds of things. <nervous laugh> I'm no good at parties.
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  26. You too? <laughs> Glad to see I've found a fellow awkward social butterfly. Or cocoon, more like. So...<a little jokey-flirty> what's *your* type?
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  28. <the joke didn't land.> Er, I mean--what's your, you know, your *party* type? Are you the small talker? The wallflower? ...the food sampler? No, no, wait! Let me guess...<thinking> You're a dog whisperer! Yeah, I'd bet if there was a dog here you'd be talking to them and not me.
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  30. <small cheers> Yes! I knew it! ...How? <shy> ...you just have that look about you, I guess. <bashful> Not that that's a bad thing, or anything.
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  32. Me? What's my type? Oh, that's easy. I'm in it for the open bar. ...though I'll warn you, I tell the *worst* jokes when I drink. <your worst Jerry Seinfeld impression> ...What's the deal with W-2 forms?
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  34. <nervous laughter> ...so, what're you drinking? Ah, a mule. Good choice, good choice. I'm a martini girl myself. ...at least, I *think* that's what this was. ...Speaking of. My glass is already empty, <tap glass> and mama's gettin' parched. <laughs> You want to come with?
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  40. <more clinking noises--a clear transition in scene>
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  42. So tell me again where you're from. You mighta mentioned it once before, but...you know. ...Oh yeah? I've heard it's lovely there. Well, this city's not exactly an upgrade. Sorry.
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  44. So then I guess it's the work keeping you here, then...not, like, a girlfriend, or a wife or anything...? ...yeah, I figured, cause of, you know, the ring. And the lack thereof...having it...one. <nervous laugh> Sorry, just a habit. Checking and all that.
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  46. Oh, you do that too? <chuckles> Go figure. Yeah, see that's what I always end up doing at these things...y'know, people watching.
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  48. Like, look at her over there. What do you make of her? Yeah, in the low-cut dress. <sigh> Look at how she carries herself. She's so confident. She knows what she wants. She gives that little smile at the corner of her mouth that tells you...yeah, she's a winner.
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  50. <sighs> I wish I could have that sort of confidence, y'know? It's just these parties...or *people* in general. They really get to me. Makes it easier to avoid talking to them, I guess. I'm sure you can relate.
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  52. I mean, look at where we are! You and I might as well be wall art, we're so removed from the party.
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  54. "I'm talking to you?" Well, I guess you're right. But you're easy to talk to. Which is a real anomaly. That sort of approachable, uh, air about you.
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  56. <muttering> And you're really good looking, too. Mmm.
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  58. Oh boy, said that out loud, huh? <nervous laughing> I really need to cut back on the drinks tonight. <sips> But this is a damn good cocktail...by which I mean it's free. You fancy another one?
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  64. <scene transition, things are a little quieter now. You're a little drunker now, not totally sloppy but clearly loosening up a bit>
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  66. That's exactly what I told her. No no! I left her a message. Outside of business hours. And you know what she does? She tears right into me. For leaving a message! Who does that?
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  68. And then Martha, god--I...*fucking* hate Martha. Yeah, from accounting. Sorry, not sorry, Martha, but having three kids doesn't...<lost for words> uh, you know....make her *immune* from criticism.
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  70. ...Where was I going with this? <thinking> Ah, hell. I totally lost it. <sigh> I should really lay off the sauce.
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  72. Yeah, well, at least the party's moved on. To think we're the only ones still in this part of the, uh...whatever you call this--venue. That's it. Thanks.
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  74. <moving in closer> You're really in my head, aren't you? ...I'm usually pretty closed off, but somehow you've really...sunk your fingers into me. Er, into my brain, I mean. Just....I'm not usually this sociable.
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  76. <chuckles> No, no, it's no problem. I really don't mind it, actually. I mean, look, we've been sitting here for the better part of an hour. That's gotta count for something, right?
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  78. <pause as she thinks about making a move> ...you, uh, want to go back to the party? ...yeah, me neither.
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  80. <chuckles> Well...there's other things we could be doing. <moving in closer> Yeah, you read my mind.
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  82. <sounds of kissing>
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  84. <laughs between kisses> Whaddya mean 'are we actually doing this'!? No one's around....they won't mind.
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  86. <sigh> Well, you got a point there. Someone could interrupt us. ...come on, I know somewhere more private.
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  92. <in the coat closet; sound of door shutting. if you really want to get in character, try recording in a small space>
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  94. This oughta do it. Coat closet. ...Yeah, you're right. Should probably put the light on. Now, if I could just find the switch...
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  96. <tumbling sounds, crashing as you fall into him> Woah, shit!
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  98. <nervous laugh> Y-you okay? Sorry, I tripped in the dark. <laughs> ...Would ya look at that, I'm on top of you.
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  100. <some giggles between kisses> Shaping up to be a pretty good night, huh? ...yeah, it is for me too.
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  102. <more improv kissing, length at your discretion>
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  104. <hand rubbing against pants> Mmmm...glad to see your cock doesn't know how drunk you are yet. <laughs> Come on, sit up against that pile of jackets there.
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  106. <unzipping his pants> God, you *are* hard! ...and even bigger than I thought.
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  108. Don't get too big a head about it, though. I'll have to put this one through a, uh....thorough vetting process. <laughs>
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  110. <starts stroking him> ....aaaand you pass....fuck....
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  112. I bet this is what you woulda done if you hadn't come to this party, huh? You woulda just stayed at home and jerked your cock by yourself. What a sight that would be....<laughs> You bet your fine ass I'd be doing the same.
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  114. You must be so fucking relieved then that you came to this after all...well, not yet at least. <giggles>
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  116. <improv handjob> That feel good? ...you're getting thicker with every stroke...up and down your shaft. I can feel your blood pumping under my fingers....look at how red and swollen your cock is getting....fuck.
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  118. <slows down> You want it slower like this? <speeds up> Or faster, like this?
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  120. <continues pumping> <sly, flirty voice> Careful you don't cum on this stack of jackets. It's not like they're mine or anything, but....just a professional courtesy is all.
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  122. <stops stroking> Hmmm...I've got a better idea. Let me get those pants off. <sliding his pants off> Don't ever say I did nothing for you.
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  124. <improv blowjob>
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  126. <lines between sucking, or with cock in mouth>
  127.  
  128. ....yeah, baby. Let me hear your moans. Tell me how I make you feel good. <laughs> Yeah...glad I made it here, too. ...Even if I did have to endure all that bullshit corporate small talk.
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  130. But it's worth it for this cock. God, you taste so fucking good. <he thrusts hard into her mouth, and she gags a little> Look who finally came out of his shell! ...I guess I really hit the jackpot, now huh? <laughs>
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  132. Yeah, keep going. Mmmm....your cock feels so good in my mouth. I love how it throbs on my tongue. ...yeah, I can take it deeper.
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  134. Get on your knees. Grab my hair and fuck my mouth. <improv rough oral> God, you better watch out. You're getting drool and precum on all the coats. ...yeah, I don't care either.
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  136. <a moment to breathe> Fuck.....I can feel you all the way at the back of my throat... <continue sucking, improv moans. length at your discretion>
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  138. <fumbling sounds>
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  140. Ah! You're picking me up. Yeah--put me on the table. J-just put your cock in--
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  142. <a little upset> ...Hold on--why are you stopping? <exasperated> You want to know *what*?
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  144. You're asking for my consent?! Oh my. <laughing> Well that sure is refreshing. ...even if I *have* been the one taking the lead here. For fuck's sake, I was just sucking your cock.
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  146. <laughs> Guess I shoulda been asking you the same thing, then. You do?...Good. 'Cause I may be a *little* tipsy, "mister affirmative consent".... but I know what I want. And what I want... <whispers> is *you*...inside of *me.*
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  148. <cracking up> I'm sorry, it just sounds so cheesy coming out of me like that. <giggle-whispering> ...or coming *into* me! ....I'm sorry. What did I tell you? I'm funny when I'm drunk.
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  150. Mmmmf. I love feeling you push against me...come on, undo my blouse. That's it....
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  152. <shirt unbuttoning> That's right. No bra. ...I was so nervous about this party I totally forgot to put one--<gasp> ...onnnnnn----Ahhhh--my god. That feels so....fucking good.
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  154. <improv moans from nipple play> ....you like feeling my hard nipples in your fingers? ...yeah, slide your tongue around them.
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  156. God, I can't believe it.....how hot this is....I never thought I'd come to a party and end up *fucking* the new guy. Yeah, that's what I said.....come on now. *Fuck* me. No one's gonna hear us.
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  158. Yeah, hike up my skirt....just slide my panties to the--<gasp>...I guess I forgot to wear panties, too....<slyly> silly me.
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  160. <moans as he rubs his head against her pussy> Fuck....you're getting your precum all over me. <slow moan as he enters her> That's it....slowly. Fuuuuuck.....your whole cock....is inside of me.....
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  162. ...dreams really do come true, huh? <laughs> I'm sorry....fuck....couldn't resist. <improv moans as he starts to thrust into her> Mmmm......fuck.....that feels so....fucking good! I feel so tight....
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  164. ...yeah, I've been wet this whole time. Secretly begging for your cock to be inside my cunt.
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  166. You know...I was wrong before...about your type. You're not a wallflower or whatever....you're a fucking stud. Fucking me with that thick, hard cock. <moans> I bet you had your eye on me from the second I walked in here. Every second you were bullshitting with those corporate limp-dicks, you were fantasizing about pounding me...just like this....
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  168. Mmmmm. Yeah. Harder. <thrusting faster> Fuck! Yeah! Fuck me! <improv moans and gasps. enjoy yourself>
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  170. <out of breath> I should come to these things more often. But this table....hold on, it's a little hard...I can't sit on it anymore.
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  172. <cracking up> That's what she said.
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  174. <laughs to moans> ...Just...turn me around and bend me over. I want you to fuck me from behind. <a little impatient> Come on! Yeah, grab my ass and thrust your fucking hips into me.
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  176. <grunts as he thrusts into her> Fuck! Fuck. Take me.
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  178. <improv faster sex, moans, skin slapping sounds>
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  180. Ahhh--I'm getting close. ...wait, what was that? ...the time? No, no. No one's coming for their coats....not yet....
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  182. Hold on! <gasp between thrusts> Someone's coming! Quick--<pause as the door opens>
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  184. <out of breath. it would be very clear to anyone that they're fucking> No no no....just looking for my coat. <awkwardly nonchalant> Where *is* that damned thing? <nervous laugh>
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  186. <door closes> ...yeah, they knew. ...but I don't fucking care. ...keep going! Harder!
  187.  
  188. That's right. I want them to hear me scream. Fuck!
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  190. <improv moans and screams as he rails her>
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  192. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me--yess......you're gonna make me cum...all over your cock......
  193.  
  194. Cum with me. FUCK! Cum inside me! Fill me up!
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  196. <improv to her orgasm>
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  198. <out of breath> ...holy........fuck. <laughs>
  199.  
  200. So........you got, like....a business card or something?
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