This is the first holiday season in my new town with my new boyfriend and I saw it as a new beginning. Gone are the stuffy corporate holiday parties where everyone is ass-kissing management and making sure that no one makes a fool of one’s self in front of the boss. My ex was a supreme ass kisser and had me dress up in a way that he was showing me off, but I wasn’t too “showy”. I called it conservative business slut. Form-fitting, not too short, but just enough for the boss to imagine and be jealous.
A friend of ours was hosting your standard ugly holiday sweater/outfit party. Matt had the typical red suit with dirty Santa’s all over it and I was fortunate to score an elf costume. A slutty elf costume that was form-fitting and short with candy cane thigh highs. It was so short that I had to wear panties….even I have standards. When he arrived and I walked out of my building and I knew my outfit hit it out of the park because his jaw dropped to the floormats of the Uber. His “kid in the candy store evil grin” was back and my mind began to wander not about the party, but afterward.