there was wine, short dresses, extravagance, bravado, and over-confident over-weight men-in-suits, attempting to woo, and do, whichever of the women in the room were drunk enough to not care about the next morning.
i introduced myself to a blonde in a purple dress. i liked the diamonds that dangled from her ears, and the sexuality that dripped from her gaze. I was reminded of Jim Morrison’s, The Movie.
“Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.”
except it was her hand that gripped me like a warm, friendly cunt. there’s nothing quite like a hand-job in the stairwell at the work’s christmas party.