Bitch of a Job

I hated my job. Hated it even more tonight as we’d been working late all week and I was exhausted. Marcia, my boss, was feeling generous for a change and told us all to call into the local pub to have a few drinks to unwind. Normally I wouldn’t bother, but, with her picking up the tab, I thought, "why not?"

Norma, one of the other secretaries, was worn out, but I insisted we have at least one drink and then go. Most of the others gravitated towards a table, but Norma and I sat at the bar. We needed to be by ourselves. The others were younger, had more stamina, and were happy to drink the night away.

I ordered two double Scotches. We clinked glasses. The fiery liquid coursed its way through my veins and hit me dead in the stomach. It was just what I needed. I could feel myself relaxing, so I ordered another, much to Norma’s disapproval.

I wasn’t much for talking, happy to sit on the stool and watch. The second drink went down much easier and I toyed with the glass as I took in the scene before me. A girl, very dark with sultry eyes, was sitting not far from me and I thought she was giving me the eye. She smiled my way and I hesitated to smile back, wondering what on earth a sexy woman like her would see in a boring old secretary like me.

Lucky I didn’t smile at her or even try and make conversation because the next thing I saw was this absolutely gorgeous blonde walk over to her and kiss her cheek. The two of them were stunning. The contrast in their coloring had everyone staring.

They knew they were drawing attention and didn’t care, obviously enjoying the stir they were creating.

Norma wanted to leave, but I wanted to stay.

“Grab a cab and charge it to Marcia. She said we could, so why not?”

“You okay to stay here on your own?” she asked.

“Sure, I’m a big girl, you know.”

“Well, don’t stay too long. Knowing Marcia, she’ll have us working even later tomorrow.”

“One more drink and I’ll be out of here,” I said.

“Do you want me to wait?”

“No. Go. I’ll be fine.”

I was glad to see the back of her. I wanted to observe the two women without drawing attention to myself. After kissing each other on the cheek, they sat, the blonde shucking off her jacket to drape over the seat.

Girlfriends. Women always kiss each other and no one bats an eyelid, but there was something about these two that had me wondering. That and the fact they were sitting so close together in the small booth, their hands touching, fingers entwining, and whispering in each other’s ears, had me happy that Norma had gone.

I ordered another drink; my fourth. The women were now almost groping each other. Hands slid under the table and their antics had not only me watching, but a few horny guys probably hoping they might score.

The blonde sauntered out and moved towards the bar. My heart almost stopped. She was so close to me, I could feel the heat radiating from her arm, which she had propped up on the counter.

“Hey, Frank, two Dirty Martinis,” she said.

“You’d better be careful,” Frank said. “Sophie popped in last night. You wouldn’t want her to catch you playing up.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “She’s having dinner with her accountant. She won’t be home until very late and, by that time, I’ll be long gone.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said, handing her the two martinis.

“You’re a sweetie to be so concerned,” she said and walked off.

I pretended not to be observing them, but there was a mirror behind the bar and it enabled me to get a good look at what they were up to. She placed the drink in front of the dark-haired girl and they clinked glasses, downing them in one gulp. Kisses on the neck, a finger delicately place in the blonde's mouth, where she sucked it erotically, had my pussy pulsating.

I wondered who Sophie was and assumed she must have been the owner and probably this girl’s partner. She was quite bold to be entertaining a friend at the pub her girlfriend probably owned or at least ran.

I couldn’t guess their ages, probably late twenties, maybe early thirties. They were flirting quite openly and, before long, the blonde rose and the other followed, heading towards the toilets. I was intrigued by them in every way.

As though in a trance, I followed. I don’t know why, but I did.