Jiggle Belles
Chapter 1 — Getting the Party Started
Savannah Richmond didn’t mean to be pushy. It was just that she was a woman who knew what she wanted. That, and a few beers, was more than enough to set things in motion.
It was Harlan Blakely’s idea to make the Christmas party into a family affair. Invite the families to bring their kids, hire a man to play Santa, take a day off from work and just enjoy each other’s company.
All that kind of bull shit nonsense.
Of course, the fact that it didn’t mean renting an expensive hotel ballroom had nothing to do with it, Savannah snidely thought to herself.
And of course, not having to pay catering costs. No, that didn’t enter into the decision either.
And okay, maybe a few people got a bit snockered at last year’s party, but they hey, that wasn’t her fault.
So why the hell was she being punished? She didn’t have any kids and she’d gone to great pains to make sure she never would have them. So why was she, an established program manager, being forced to endure her co-workers schlepping their bratty offspring to her Christmas party. She wanted to party and if that meant she got to pick up some cute, little junior executive who thought he knew more than her, why shouldn’t she let him get inside her pants. What she did was her own business and was no one else’s.
Charlotte Montgomery could hardly be called a kindred spirit to Savannah Richmond. Where Savannah Richmond was sometimes described as cold and driven, Charlotte Montgomery was the life of the party.
The engineering department’s admin was the type of person that could be counted on to get the party started. She was the person who would circulate a card when a person was sick or organize a baby shower or do whatever it took to get people involved. Every year when Halloween rolled around, Charlotte could be counted on to be there in costume even if no one else was and as the quintessential party organizer, she was determined that everyone was going to have a great time, even if she had to cram the party down their throats.
Savannah had come to the decision very early on that she’d show all these people with their nasty, little offspring vermin. So they wanted to have their little brats sit on Santa’s lap. Well, two could play at that game.
She wasn’t going to push her way forward when there were still kids waiting to see him. Sitting on Santa’s lap was one thing. Shoving kids out of the way to do it was a whole other thing. She could wait, but she was definitely going to get her turn with Santa, if for no other reason than it would be fun to see what she could do to make the man blush.
But the line had finally died down and that meant that Savannah was going to get her turn with the man in the red suit.
“Ho, ho, ho,” Santa said as Savannah approached. “What can I do for you, little girl?”
Savannah gritted her teeth even as she set herself down on the man’s lap. Little girl, she thought to herself. Who was he to call her a little girl?
But he’d asked her what she wanted and that was easy enough. She wanted what she’d always wanted. She wanted power. Of course, she wasn’t going to tell this guy that. He was just some flunky that had been hired to play a part, but she could show him what she wanted.
She let a hand slide between the man’s legs. She could feel his cock there. He was surprisingly big and vibrant. Easy now, she thought to herself. It wouldn’t do to let anyone else know what she was doing but she liked the way the man jumped when she wrapped her hand around his cock.
She liked the control. She leaned in close, making sure no one else could see what she was doing and she whispered in the man’s ear. “I want to fuck,” she told him.
She almost laughed at the man’s reaction. She could feel his body jump and she couldn’t help but wonder what the man looked like under his costume. She thought that was funny. This two-bit Santa was getting hard as if he thought he actually had a chance with her. That was just too funny to believe.
But the man seemed to straighten up. “Your wish is granted,” he said.
That was it, Savannah thought. That was all he was going to say. After all she’d done, she’d thought that seemed rather anti-climactic. Still, she thought, it was only a man in a red suit. What more did she expect?
“Is that all?” she asked.
The man nodded.
“Do you want me to get up?”
“It would be appreciated.”
Savannah sighed. It was stupid, really. She’d thought this would be fun, but in the end, it was just really stupid.
She wasn’t really drunk, Charlotte told herself. Oh sure, maybe she’d had a little bit much too drink, but she wasn’t really drunk.
She tottered a little on her feet. Okay, she had to admit to herself. Maybe she was drunk.
And that’s when she saw Savannah sitting on Santa’s lap. What a great idea, she thought. If Savannah could do it, she could, too.
She bided her time and she waited until the other woman got up and left and then rather unsteadily, she made her way forward.
“Ho, ho, ho,” Santa said as Charlotte deposited herself rather unceremoniously on the man’s leg. “What can I do for you, little girl?”
It was as if the alcohol induced haze suddenly lifted and Charlotte suddenly realized where she was. What was she doing here, she asked herself. What was she doing here, the middle aged woman told herself.
“What can I do for you,” the man in the red suit asked again.
Suddenly, Charlotte just felt tired. She knew what people thought about her. She knew they thought she was over the top. She knew they thought she did too much.
“What can I do for you,” the man in the red suit asked yet again.
“I just want to make people happy,” Charlotte said wistfully.
“Your wish is granted.”
“Huh,” Charlotte said and it was only then that she realized where the man’s hand was. That wasn’t right, she told herself. There were kids here, and ... well, it wasn’t like he was really doing anything wrong, but his hand was dangerously close to stroking her ass, and she shouldn’t allow that to happen.
“Is there anything else?” the man asked.
That seemed to snap Charlotte out of her reverie. No, she told herself even as she pulled herself off the man’s knee. “No,” she told the man. “No, there was nothing else.”
This really was a stupid idea, Savannah told herself. The least the old man could have done was to have something a little stronger than beer here, but that meant exposing the kiddies to drinking.
Yeah right. Like the kiddies hadn’t ever seen their parents drink. Hell, just looking at some of the demon spawn there in attendance, Savannah found it hard to believe that the parents could go 24 hours without at least a drink, or maybe two.
Well, there was one good thing with having all the kids there. It meant the really young guys, the ones who didn’t have any kids, it meant they were just as bored as her, and that was a very good thing ...
The weird thing, Charlotte thought, was sometimes when she was in a place like this, sometimes when she was surrounded by all these people, sometimes, that was when she felt the most alone.
Her husband had left her three years ago. He’d run off with ... of all things ... the girl next door. Sue was a nice girl or at least that was what Charlotte had thought, but apparently, she was a bit of a slut. Charlotte had noticed that, too, and so apparently, so too had her husband.
She’d come home one day to an empty house and even then, it had taken a while to figure out what had happened.
She’d gone back to work after that because after all, what was she going to do. She needed money to survive.
This was what she hated about drinking. Sometimes, drinking was a way to drown your sorrows, but sometimes, all it really did was bring them to the surface.
She wasn’t about to tell anyone, but she felt so fucking alone.
His name was Derek. He hadn’t been working at the company all that long. Certainly not more than six months. Of that much, Savannah was certain.
Probably a college new hire, Savannah thought, although she just wasn’t sure. She never did pay attention when people sent out those messages asking people to welcome so and so to the company. What was the point, really? If she needed to work with the guy, he’d know who she was soon enough, and if she didn’t need to work with him, well hell, let someone else do the welcoming.
Only thing was, he was kind of cute.
The weird thing was, he was and he wasn’t.
He really wasn’t her type. Usually, she liked guys who were a little older, who’d been working for a while. They were more mature and they had more money and she liked guys with money, or more to the point, she liked guys who had money they could spend on her.
But there was something about Derek, something that was turning her on.
There was no doubt about it. Her pussy knew what it wanted, and her pussy wanted Derek.
Savannah was hardly one to leave her pussy hanging although if she’d thought about it, she might have realized how out of the ordinary that thought was, but she wasn’t thinking about it. All she was thinking about was how much her pussy wanted to get fucked.
She sidled up to the man. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” he said back.
“You enjoying the party?” she asked.
“It’s okay,” was his noncommittal answer.
Mmm, Savannah thought to herself. He wasn’t really enjoying it. Mmm. So much the better ... for her. “You know, last year, they had the party at a hotel.”
“Yeah,” the kid said with only half interest.
“Yeah. Hotels are a whole lot better. Do you know why?”
The kid shook his head. “Why?”
“Because hotels have rooms where you can go. Hotels have rooms that you can rent. Hotels have places where you can go if you want ... to ... go ... fuck. Do you like to fuck ... Derek?”
That had his attention. He was looking at her with interest now. Of course, he wanted to fuck.
“Do you like to fuck?” she asked again.
The boy nodded. Of course, he wanted to fuck.
“It’s too bad we’re not in a hotel now,” Savannah said, “because if we were in a hotel, we could find a place where we could go fuck.”
Here she was, Charlotte told herself. Here she was in a crowded room and she felt so all alone. She wanted people to like her.
If you want to be liked, you need to like others.
She wasn’t sure where that thought came from but she didn’t have to know where it came from. It was enough for her to know it was there.
If you want to be liked, you need to like others.
But how was she supposed to do that?
Almost as soon as that question entered her mind, she knew what the answer was.
If you want to be liked, you need to like others.
She looked around the people at the party. They were all here. They were all having a good time, but there was one person who was missing ...
That wasn’t allowed. It was her job to make sure that people had a good time. Charlotte let herself out of the cafeteria as she went in search of the one missing person.
Arnie Aronsen was right where she’d expected he’d be. The Vice President of Finance was in his office. She stood in the doorway and she looked at the man. “You’re not at the party,” she said.
Arnie looked up. “Oh hi,” the man said. “I was just working these figures.”
“But everyone’s supposed to be at the party.”
“I know. I know. I’ll be there in a bit. I just have to finish this up.”
“But it’s my job to make sure everyone is at the party,” Charlotte countered. “If you’re not there, you make me look bad.”
“I said I’ll be there in a bit.”
“I know, but that’s why I decided to bring the party to you.”
The man really wasn’t paying attention to her. He was still looking at his computer screen. “That’s nice,” he said.
“I really need you to pay attention to me,” Charlotte said.
“Mm hmm.”
“No really,” Charlotte said, and without even realizing what it was she was about to do, she stepped into the office and she pulled the vice president’s chair away from the desk and she turned him around so he could face her.
“What the—”
“I really need you to pay attention to me.”
“Charlotte? What’s wrong with you? Are you drunk?”
“You know what Mr. Blakely said. He didn’t want any alcohol.” He’d loosened up a little to allow the beers, but that was it.
“Yes, I know. I agreed with that rule, but that doesn’t answer my question. Are you drunk?”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Then what—”
“I just want to please people,” Charlotte said, “but you didn’t come to the party so I couldn’t please you.”
“I told you. I had work to do.”
“I know, so that’s why I came here to see if I could help you out.”
“I don’t really think I need any help,” the man said.
But Charlotte was having none of that. Already, she was kneeling between the man’s legs and already, her hands were stroking the front of the man’s slacks.
“Ms. Montgomery ... my wife—”
“Isn’t here right now. I know. Isn’t that great. We wouldn’t want her here now, would we?”
“No, but—”
Charlotte already had her hand wrapped around the vice president’s cock. “Ooooh, Mr. Aronsen,” the woman purred. “Would you look at you. Your cock is so big and so hard.”
“Yes, I know,” the man groaned. “I mean, no, that’s none of your business.”
“Of course, it is. I want to make people happy. Tell me, Mr. Aronsen. Have you ever had your cock sucked?”
“No,” the man groaned. “No, Debbie ... Debbie wouldn’t—”
“You’ve never had your cock sucked?”
The man shook his head.
Charlotte stroked the man’s cock even as she looked up at him. “Well now, if you haven’t had your cock sucked, I think maybe we need to take care of that little oversight, don’t you?”
The door to the Men’s room was being pushed open and Derek was pushing Savannah inside.
The boy was so aggressive now and it was so funny, Savannah thought, because he wasn’t doing a damn thing that she didn’t want him to do.
“We shouldn’t be in here,” Savannah cooed.
“Shut up,” the boy growled. “You said you wanted to find someplace private.
“Yeah, but—”
“Shut up,” I said. “Turn around. Let me see that ass of yours.”
Oooh, Savannah thought even as she turned herself around. This was getting even better than she’d thought it would be. She leaned herself over a counter even as she surreptitiously watched the boy in the mirror. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked.
“Yes,” the boy growled and even as he did, Savannah watched his hands as they grabbed her ass.
Savannah couldn’t help but moan just a little. She loved the way those hands grabbed her ass.
Those hands were unzipping her skirt and then those hands were pulling her skirt down. She could feel those hands reaching between her legs. She could feel those hands stroking her panties against her cunt. She knew those hands had to know. She knew those hands had to know just haw wet her pussy was.
Arnie Aronsen had long since given up trying to figure out why it was that Charlotte was doing what she was doing. He knew what she was doing. She was sucking his cock, and for the moment at least, that was good enough for him.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned as he watched Charlotte’s head bob up and down on his cock.
Oh fuck. He liked this. He liked getting his cock sucked.
He was going to cum, he realized. He was going to cum if she kept sucking his cock.
He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so very bad, but he had a dilemma. He knew he was going to cum, but should he tell her. Should he tell her he was going to cum?
Oh, but geez, the man thought. What if he did? He really liked the way her mouth felt around his cock, but if he told her, she might pull herself back. If he told her, she might stop sucking his cock.
But if he didn’t tell her, if he came in her mouth without warning, if ... if ... oh fuck.
He was cumming. He couldn’t stop himself. It just sort of happened. He was cumming in Charlotte’s mouth.
If she didn’t like it, that would have been hard to prove. If anything, Charlotte’s mouth seemed to suck him even harder even after he came inside her. It was almost as if, the man thought. It was almost as if she wanted to make him cum again.
Savannah couldn’t help but moan as that cock took her pussy over and over again. She loved what that cock was doing to her and she relished every stroke between her legs.
The boy had already cum once and while that might have annoyed her before, now, it only served to make her want his cum even more. Let’s see if she could make him cum again, she thought.
“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned. “Oh fuck.”
She couldn’t have put it better herself, Savannah thought. Oh fuck.
“I can’t believe it,” the boy said. “I can’t believe it. They said you were kind of cold.”
Savannah moaned.
“But you’re not so cold now, are ya?”
No, she wasn’t, Savannah thought.
“Oh God,” the boy groaned. “I want to fuck your tits.”
Oh geez, yeah, the program manager thought to herself. Oh geez. I want you to do it. I want you to fuck my tits.
Almost as if in response to her thoughts, Derek pulled his cock from between Savannah’s legs. “Turn around,” he ordered.
Savannah straightened up and she turned around.
The kid stroked his cock as he looked at her. “Take off your top,” he told her.
Again, Savannah complied with his order.
“Squeeze your tits,” he told her.
Savannah’s hands squeezed her tits.
The boy looked at her bra. “Take that off,” he ordered.
Again, Savannah complied. It was amazing, she thought. It was amazing that this boy was telling her to do exactly what it was she wanted to do.
“Get down on your knees,” the boy ordered.
Again, Savannah complied with the order.
“Squeeze your tits together.”
Again, Savannah did as she was told to do.
“Play with your nipples,” the boy ordered. “Play with your nipples and tell me you want me to fuck your tits.”
Savannah’s hands twisted her nipples even as she looked up at the man. “I want you to fuck me,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck my tits.”
“Say it again,” the boy ordered.
“I want you to fuck my tits,” Savannah begged. “Please. I want you to fuck my tits.”
And still, the boy held back. “Say it again,” he ordered.
“Fuck my tits,” Savannah begged even as her fingers continued to play with her nipples. Fuck them ple-e-e-ease.”
“Well, since you asked me so nicely. You can kiss my cock.”
Savannah rushed to get her mouth on the boy’s cock and in no time at all, she was sucking him into her mouth.
The boy pulled himself back. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,” he admonished her. “I said you could kiss it. I didn’t say you could suck it. Now do as I say and kiss it.”
Once more, Savannah did as she was told to do and she kissed the boy’s cock.
“That’s more like it,” the boy groaned. “Now tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to fuck my tits.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to fuck my tits.”
Derek didn’t make her say it again. Instead, he just slid down and he worked his cock between Savannah’s tits. “How’s that?” he asked.
“It feels great,” Savannah said and it did feel great. The funny thing was that she’d never done anything like this before and for the life of her, she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
“What is it?”
“I’m going to cum.”
Suddenly, Savannah seemed to know what she wanted. “I want you to do it,” she told the man. Her hands pulled her tits free from the man’s cock and she mashed her tits together. “I want you to do it. I want you to cum on my tits.”
“You want me to cum on your tits?”
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “You know it. I want you to cum on my tits. Nowhere else but my tits.”
“Okay, babe. Here it comes.”
Savannah moaned with pleasure as she felt it. She saw his cock surge and she felt the splash of cum on her tits. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s what I want. Cum on my tits.”
Derek couldn’t believe it. He’d already heard about Savannah Richmond. The program manager was pretty, but she was a hard driver, and she wanted things to be done her way, or at least, that was the way the line went.
But she wasn’t so bitchy now. The boy groaned as he squeezed out the last of his cum. Maybe she wanted this, he told himself. Maybe she really did want it. Whatever the case, he thought he was going to like working here.
Her mind was withdrawing just a little bit from its one, overriding purpose. She still wanted to fuck, but for the first time, she was taking account of her surroundings.
How she’d let herself be dragged into the men’s bathroom was beyond her, and why she’d let this man cum on her tits, that was almost as inconceivable. She had to get out of there, she told herself. She had to get away before anyone caught her, and yet ...
And yet, there was still one other thought that was running around inside her head. After all that had happened to her, she still wanted to fuck and that thought both scared and excited her because the truth was she still wanted to fuck.