Dani’s Rough Week

I can’t believe that just happened. I look around the room, and my nose is overcome with the sweet smell of sex. There are five men slowly collecting their clothes, and packing away a pair of video cameras. As I lay back down, I reminisce the evenings events…

I had had a rough week at work, so when Stacy invited me out for drinks to celebrate Finally Friday I gratefully accepted. We had gotten a new manager on Monday, and he was intent on cleaning shop. Several employees had been let go that first day, due to low production on their end. Unfortunately, they were also some of the people who provided key support to those of us who had higher output. Stacy and I had done more than our fair share, but we couldn’t help but overhear some snide remarks that we kept our jobs on our backs, as they were gathering their belongings from their cubicles. This was especially hurtful, considering that the manager got there that morning, and like them, this was my first time meeting him as well.

I’m not surprised though. At 25, I am fairly good looking. I’m 5’6”, 125 pounds with a full C cup chest, with short red hair that I keep in a pixie cut. I hit the gym a couple times a week for yoga, and run religiously. With my looks, I am constantly ogled by men at the office, despite my conservative outfits. I’ve never been self-conscious about my body, but I dress in a manner suitable for office work. And, to their chagrin, I’ve just never been to interested in pursuing a relationship with anyone at work.

So, after five days of having to pick up the workload of those people who were let go, and trying to learn part of their skills on the fly, I was ready to unwind.

“Dani, can you believe what some of those guys said on Monday?” Stacy asked.

“Ridiculous! I guess if they’d decided to actually get to know us, instead of just looking at us like office eye candy, they would know we wouldn’t sleep with the management to keep our jobs,” I answer.

“Right! They would know that I’m a lesbian, and until last week, you had a boyfriend. Speaking of which, why did you break up anyways?”

“He took a job across the state, and we both agreed that a long distance relationship wouldn’t work. Nothing as salacious as cheating on me, or wanting to ‘see other people’.”

We continued to talk while we drank our cocktails, getting more and more buzzed as the evening went on. About six drinks in, we saw Jim, one of the fired employees who questioned how we kept our jobs, and he started walking towards us.

“So ladies, how is the office holding up?” he asks. “Keeping the new boss’s desk polished?”

“Jim, it wasn’t like that,” I say. “I’m sorry you feel that way about us, but what’s done is done. Come on Stace, lets get going.”

We walk out of the bar, and Stacy flags down a cab. “Want to come over? I have the guest room made up, and we can split the fare,” she offers.

“No thanks. I have errands to run in the morning. I’ll just catch the next one.”

“Ok. Stay safe. See you on Monday.”

She climbs in the cab and takes off, and I patiently wait for the next one to pull up. After a few minutes, Jim comes out, and starts talking to me. He is pretty drunk, but he is now apologizing for how he talked to me and Stacy.

“Dani, I’m sorry. I was totally out of line in there. This week has been really rough. When I got home Monday morning, and told my fiancé what happened, she walked out on me. Just threw her shit in a suitcase and left. Kinda glad really. If we had been married, she would’ve tried to clean me out by filing for divorce”

“Jim, you’re pretty hammered. I think you need to go home and sleep it off,” I tell him.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Hey, I only live a few blocks down from you. Is it cool if we share a cab to your apartment, and I can walk from there. Maybe work off some of the booze. I’ll even cover the cab!”

“Ok. That will at least make up for you making an ass out of yourself.”

Jim pulls out his phone, makes a quick call to the cab company, and a few minutes later the cab pulls up. When it does, he graciously gets the door for me. I give the cabbie my address, and ten minutes later, we are pulling up to my apartment building.