I should not be here.I knew it driving here, I knew it as I came in, and then I knew it for sure as

I should not be here.I knew it driving here, I knew it as I came in, and then I knew it for sure as I approached the bar and was immediately greeted - all but assaulted - by the ebullient pair of Melissa and Randi.“Dr. Jjjjjjjjjjjj…!” Randi squealed from her stool at the rough-hewn bar, excited claps immediately sending her prominent cleavage into jiggles.“Omigod you came!!” Melissa followed, hopping down from her own seat and bouncing towards me, arms outstretched.“Well of course I came,” I replied, sheepishly sinking into a soft, full-breasted hug that nearly turned my knees to jelly, “I, uh, didn’t want to, uh…”Melissa stepped back from our hug, hands on my shoulders, and stared into my eyes with a delighted smile. She looked pleased as punch, seeing me here. Her makeup had been done anew, eyes more dramatically penciled than she’d do at work, lips more glossy and red. “Is it, uh, just us?” I asked, still in recovery from the bosomy hug and a bit bedazzled by my Office Manager’s casual glamor, her glittering eyes. I had come here thinking I’d be joining a small crowd of my employees for a couple drinks. In fact I had justified my decision, had tried to assuage my own guilt in finally coming out tonight, by thinking that maybe this would be good, that I could reconnect with some people, have some fun with the team. I hadn’t done that in a long time. But here we are. And I felt like I was cheating on someone already.“So far it’s just Randi and me,” Melissa confirmed, biting her lower lip as her eyes flashed, “Looks like we’ve got you all to ourselves.”How much has she had to drink already? I found myself thinking as I took a step back, starting to second-guess my decision. Yes, I had had a fight with my wife Sheryl earlier. She was being a bit of a harpy. But I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t have confided in Melissa like I’d done, and now I’m really sure I shouldn’t be out here with these two, alone.“Ooo cute shirt!” Randi commented, hopping down from her stool to join Melissa and me standing. With a step we were now all face-to-face, Randi the shortest of us. One hand of hers reached up, brushed my chest. “I like the plaid.”“You, uh, both look nice too,” I replied, attempting to keep from leering as my eyes, on their own accord, darted down the plunging neckline of Randi’s loose, white top. Trying my best I kept my gaze on her face as Melissa’s big chest, heroically stretching her own white tank top, seemed to pull my eyes like a magnet.“Was I, uh, supposed to wear a hat?” I asked stepping back to scan the room and acknowledging that these two - and just about everyone else in the sparsely-full bar - were wearing cowboy hats. This was a country bar, I guess. But I certainly didn’t own a hat…“Half price drinks,” Randi answered plainly, “you can wear mine. Here come closer…” With that she reached to grab my collar and pulled me in, simultaneously taking her black hat and moving it to my head. I felt myself flushing and, suddenly, eye to eye with Melissa. She was tall tonight, wearing big heels, and looked down at me with eyes sparkling in humor.Seeing me in this ridiculous hat, Melissa giggled. “Ready to have some fun?” she asked blithely, handing me her drink. “Sure, yeah,” I answered, looking down at the glass, a pint half-full with pale beer. The rim was smeared with her glossy lipstick, and when I took my first drink I smelled it, floral and vanilla. Randi had already turned to the bartender for a fresh round, and Melissa smiled at me. “Now you can get drunk with us,” she said, a conspiratorial mischief in her voice, “without wifey watching over you.”Wifey? Did she just call Sheryl ‘Wifey’? That, I have to admit, took me even a bit more off-base, and new second thoughts started to bubble to life.But, I have to admit, there was something appealing about misbehaving for the night, indulging a little. I mean - nothing bad was going to happen, right? I took another healthy sip of beer even as I answered her. “Ah, haha, no…we all have to work tomorrow, remember..?” Just then, Randi returned, breaking in between us and handing us each a shot of something brown. Three fresh beers also waited for us on the bar.“Cheers!” Melissa sang, as we three all clinked our shots together. “To a night of freedom!” followed Randi. Oh, man, I thought, as the bite of cheap whiskey burned my throat, brought tears to my eyes, I’d better watch myself…—to be continued— -- source link

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