Dipping [m]y pen in company ink [f] – Part 1

I don’t have much patience for rules, especially when it comes to partying and/or getting my dick wet. But one rule I’ve always believed in and parroted often is the fabled “do not dip your pen in company ink” – I feel mixing pleasure and work can get ugly very quickly and it does more often than not. Does that mean I practiced what I preached? Hell no! this is a story from one of the many times I’ve let my dick outsmart my brain!

My first proper job was at this hip tech upstart. They saw themselves as a Google competitor and did everything to emulate its work-culture and success – insane perks, lots of office parties, bier Fridays, regular offsites – you name it, they had it. The idea was to make it very easy to spent most of your time at work and/or with workmates. I quit that job 2 years in, to try my hand at freelance travel writing (i know) but I grew close to a lot of my work colleagues.

I first met Dani when I’d just returned to town after a year during which my writing career had quickly gone to the shitter. I was meeting some former colleagues for a drink and Dani was amongst a handful of freshers they had just hired. The first thing I noticed about her were her dimples. I am a dimpled man myself but with her it was a bit of a non-contest. this girl tho had dimples that could light up a room every time she smiled! She was a tall girl, and her slim frame accentuated it further. While I didn’t know this then, I’d have time to appreciate the rest of her body at a later stage. I was meeting my friends after a while, so I said hello and got back to getting belligerently drunk, laughing about old escapades we had in common.

Over the next months, I met this bunch of people several times – two of them were trying to get me to join back while I prepped for grad school abroad. They eventually succeeded in persuading me back for a short stint while I waited for the next intake. Imagine my surprise when on my first day back, i was put in charge of a 3 person team, including Dani herself. Over time, we got to know each other better. Amongst other things, a couple of important details I learned about Dani –

1. She was in a long term relationship with her college boyfriend who had recently moved abroad. They were in love but the distance was starting to cause some friction between them.
2. This girl had an ass on her. It wasn’t KimK huge, but it was perfect on her frame and she knew exactly how to dress to highlight it – lots of tight bottom hugging jeans, leggings and yoga pants! I had to work very hard to keep myself from staring!

Our relationship was perfectly clean for the most part, except I was a piece of shit with almost no impulse control and she wouldn’t be the first attractive person I wound up exchanging sexual banter with, without meaning for it to lead anywhere at all. Over time, we developed a friendship and would text each other occasionally outside of work. Still, we were very aware of our manager/subordinate dynamic…at least, I was.

All of this changed rapidly over the course of a weekend. It wasn’t unusual for us to spend friday nights getting drunk as a group – we were coworkers but also friends. Even so, we never got together over the weekend, so it was a bit of a surprise when Dani came up and asked if I was free the coming Saturday night. Apparently, she & Becca (another friend of mine from work who was basically a bro to me) wanted to go out dancing. I didn’t know this then, but Becs had walked in on Dani crying in the ladies room – apparently, she was having some relationship trouble and wanted to let off some steam. Being the borderline alcoholic I am, of course I said yes!

As Saturday drew closer, Dani started texting me more and more – I didn’t read too much into it. We were just planning a night out with friends. Eventually, she started bitching about how we always have a woeful male:female ratio for these things – we had a lot of single boys in that group and not nearly enough girls. This was a problem because you needed a respectable ratio to get into clubs in this city. Eventually it was decided that all the boys will bring a date in the hope that some of us will actually succeed. Boys, here’s why it pays to have good girlfriends, even if there are no romantic/sexual prospects. I wrote a couple of my regular FWBs and a friend, Ally, who knew a couple of people in the group. Ally was the first to respond, so Ally it was. I reported on the group chat that I’ll be bringing a +1 and received an instant PM from Dani: “bloody fuckboi”. I laughed her off and told her I was just bringing a friend.

At this point, a little about me. I am above average to look at. 176 cm, lean athletic frame, a nice face and great hair but nothing to write home about; I am however not lacking in the wits & confidence dept. I’m very gregarious and sexual – both traits that alcohol tends to amplify. I think I have good pull with women and everyone at work has seen me pull at some point. This rep is what I assumed was behind Dani’s snarky remarks.

Come Saturday evening, I met up with Ally a little earlier, so we could catch up. Ally was a spoilt brat with a rich father and terrible taste in men, and most of our time together was spent listening to her whine about yet another failed situationship. Even so, she is a nice person and was doing me a favor, so I did my best to give her my full attention. This wasn’t helped by the fact that the rest of the group was already pre-gaming elsewhere and as the evening wore on, I could tell from the increasingly nonsensical chatter on the group chat that these idiots were headed for a trainwreck!

Eventually, Ally & I made it to the club. I was driving so I was quite sober. I’d hired a driver to drive us back home so I could drink at the club. The moment I entered the club, I realized why I hated going to clubs sober – it was like a wall of sweat, alcohol and hormones hitting you straight in the face. It took us a couple of minutes to find our friends and almost immediately, Dani was all over my ass, teasing me about Ally. By this point, I was getting wary of it, so I just ignored her, said hello to everybody and quickly downed my first couple of drinks to dull my olfactory senses. Everyone looked great, but Dani especially had put in extra effort. She was dressed in a beautiful black floral dress. Just enough cleavage, her long beautiful legs on display, hair curled into natural waves, some nice subtle makeup, topped off with my kryptonite – blood red lips.

As the drinks and ridiculous dancing flowed, Dani wouldn’t ease up. Sloppy drunk, she took every opportunity to touch me, fall on me, and tease me about Ally, who to her credit wasn’t badgering me for attention and was having a fun time on her own. I was just about to say something to Dani when someone tapped me on the shoulder – it was Chris, a close friend of mine from uni who happened to be at the same place. I moved away from my group to have a chat and while I was talking to Chris, I kept catching Dani staring at me, at which point it became evident that this wasn’t just friendly banter anymore. I felt a familiar tingling in my pants, which I’d thus far worked very very hard to keep in check as far as Dani was concerned.

Fuelled by alcohol and a temporary lapse in my moral code, I excused myself and walked over to Dani. I leaned into her and whispered in her ear, “do you wanna take a walk?” She was nodding before I had finished my sentence. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the crowd to the upper level, not entirely sure where this was headed. The upper level was a little darker and a little less crowded. Once upstairs, I let go of her hand. There was some club version of “Love me like you do…” playing at full blast and I was done with the games. I pulled Dani close by the waist and started swaying to the music as our bodies met like never before. I could feel the heat emanating between us as Dani ran her fingers through my hair, pulled my face close and kissed me. There was nothing soft in that kiss other than her beautiful lips. It was the kiss of a girl who hadn’t been fucked in a long long time and it took everything I had to keep up.

After what felt like an eternity and suddenly aware of the many sets of eyes watching us, I broke away, looked Dani in the eye and asked if she was sure she wanted this, which in hindsight is stupid coz we were both absolutely sloshed! I only needed a nod, which came promptly. I pushed Dani towards a wall, but this girl turned me round, pushed me against the wall and proceeded to eat my face! I could smell the musky mix of perfume and sweat on her, and taste the sugary alcohol on her lips. We went at it, clawing at each other’s bodies for a while. I found myself grabbing that beautiful, perfect ass and pulling Dani closer into me, my hardening cock, trying to break free of the few layers of clothing between us. I made my hands to the front of her panties, and I could feel her warmth and wetness. I was just about to go further when I opened my eyes and received a thumbs-up from a random watcher-by. This is when the precariousness of our situation quickly dawned upon me. The bathrooms were upstairs and if any of our work-friends were to come up and see us attached at the mouth, there’d be hell to pay (did I mention manager-subordinate relationships were a hard no by company policy)?

My brain managed to wrestle control of the situation and broke up the quickly escalating make-out party! making logistics up as I went along, I remembered I had a car somewhere not very far away! I suggested we go outside for some fresh air, and I thank my stars for having made this decision coz we bumped into Rick on our way down – who was possibly the soberest of the lot and gave us a weird look. I gestured that Dani wasn’t feeling well and I was just helping her to the bathroom and out for some fresh air (LOL)

!Our group was near the exit, so there was no circumventing them. As we passed them, somebody screamed for shots and we had no choice but to throw something putrid back. Immediately after, I started to lead Dani out again but I could tell she was already regretting that last shot! We made it outside and I welcomed the mild fresh air by the lungfuls before starting to guide Dani towards my car. We’d barely taken a few steps when Dani started tottering and complaining; a moment later, she was hurling over the side of the street, as I looked on aghast, holding her hair up. I managed to attract the attention of a bouncer to get some water as we spent the next half hour or so sitting by the pavement nursing Dani back to some semblance of normalcy.

By the time she started to feel a little better, the night was winding down as our group slowly stumbled out of the club. Thankfully, everyone was way too overwhelmed with alcohol-fueled concern for Dani to notice anything weird about the fact that it was me sitting out there on the pavement holding her hand and feeding her water. Eventually, my driver arrived and it was time to start saying our goodbyes. I offered to drop a bunch of people home secretly hoping to find some solo time with Dani. Unfortunately, she lived in the opposite direction and I couldn’t think of any plausible reason I should be the one dropping her when there were 3 other people who could. Thus, a night that had started to look full of juicy prospects petered out into a confusing mess of blue balls, excitement, and guilt, as I began to make sense of exactly what happened here…

I realize that this story has gotten very long without any of the juicy stuff itself, for which I apologize but I have to run into a couple of meetings now, so if you want to read Part 2, please leave a comment and I’ll get back to Part 2 soon!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w8ie2w/dipping_my_pen_in_company_ink_f_part_1