The music reached a crescendo and the red and white mists filled her mind, “Fuck me please!” she shouted as she pistoned three fingers violently into her vagina and thrust her other thumb inside the hollow butt plug, “Fuck meeeeee.”
She found herself sitting down on the dance floor beneath the gliterball, “Fuck, that was good,” she exclaimed as she came to her senses. Indian sex “All on Stan’s plastic!” John laughed, “Whooo!”
“Anything we want!” Caroline laughed, “Will he ever get a shock when he gets the bill!”
Saffron, listened intently, she had paid for her own drinks but she now realised everyone else’s drinks seemed to be on the boss’ credit card. Saffron was sober enough to realise she was too drunk to drive home. She wanted to dance but not dance alone but no one offered , no one tried to catch her eye, no one seemed to notice her so she just nursed her Campari and Coke and giggled at the feeble jokes.
