Chapter 5 - While the Boss is Away
You now just want to find your “Elphaba”, dance, drink, and go up to your hotel room.
When the company announced that they were doing the Company Costume Party at the Historic Irving Hotel, we agreed that it sounded like fun. The email said that there would be “rewards for Best Costume in the following categories: Scariest, Most Creative, and Best Team costume, with a reminder that this is a company function so “sexiest or most sultry” wasn’t a category, so dress appropriately.”
You had the idea that we should go as characters from Wizard of Oz. I love “Wicked” and I’m going as Elphaba. In the office we talked about having the whole team dress as characters from Oz, but with recent changes in the office, you are basically your own team now, and Joan and I are working on our contracts, with the rest of the team supporting other divisions. Joan hinted that we could still do it. She could go as Glinda, and bring her husband as the Cowardly Lion. Not a perfect team but the spirit is there.
Later, you and I agree that you should get a room in the hotel. There is no point in us both spending money, when we’ll end up using your room anyway.
You hadn’t seen me as Elphaba. Instead of arriving together, we decided to come separately. Over the past few months, there had been a new push from HR about “limiting physical relationships in the work place” including an updated training class on “Prevention of Harassment” which now stressed that “sex in the work place is a violation of health and safety codes” then listed a number of company policies with a reminder that “violation of the policies could result in Company disciplinary actions such as reassignment, loss of position, or termination of employment”.
We didn’t think that these were addressed directly to us, but we decided to keep things ‘low key’ in the office. If anyone asked, we said that we were “Workout Buddies”. Which was true. Ever since we had sex on the boss’s desk, we decided to both join a gym and keep in shape. You feel better and tell me that you love how my firm tits and ass feel. More than once, you asked if you can fuck my ass now that it is tighter and more toned. But I remind you that I really don’t enjoy anal. Some women do, but not me. You hug and kiss me, then remind me that any kind of sex with me is always exciting. Knowing what gives me pleasure, turns you on even more.
You walk over to the Cash Bar and order a drink. There is a table set up with punch, but you feel like a vodka and orange juice to start off the night. Light and fruity, which won’t go too badly if you switch to the punch later.
You walk around looking for me. There are a variety of costumes. Vampires, zombies, and characters from various shows like The Office, Abbot Elementary, and Law & Order. You chuckle to yourself at some of them because it is basically their work clothes, but with a name tag or plastic badge and sunglasses.
At the far end of the room, you see a black shape, with a pointed hat and green paint on the hands. She’s looking away so you aren’t sure it’s me. You walk closer as she turns. With the fake nose, black lipstick, and green grease paint, you aren’t sure who it is.
An exaggerated witchy cackle greets you “You must be the Great and Powerful Oz”.
She then takes your glass, sets it on a nearby table and pulls you out of the ballroom. There is an unlocked storage closet that she pulls you into.
The room is dark and confined. You feel her lips press against yours. The kiss feels different. “Maybe it’s the makeup”, you think. The kiss is so passionate, there is almost a hunger to it. She then undoes your pants and strokes you.
“I thought we were going to wait until things ended, then go up to my room.” You whisper.
There is no light in the storage room, but you feel her move down your body. Her hand is on your hardening shaft as you feel a warm wet mouth suck your tip. She takes you deep into her mouth. Her hands grab your butt cheeks as she pulls you deeper down her throat. “You must be horny.” You whisper.
The fake nose bends as her lips press against your base. You want to reach down, but the hat and wig prevent you from doing anything but bracing yourself against the walls. She pulls you from her mouth and strokes your saliva slicked cock. Then she stands up and turns around. You feel her lift her dress. Her ass cheeks press back against you, with your cock nestled in her crack.
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She whispers.
In the blackness, you feel your way. She must have her dress pulled up high because you feel her bare hips and ass. Her pussy is damp, and her lips feel so ready. You rub the tip along them. She presses back against you and feel her wet cunt swallow your prick. You wish you could see, but you just do everything by feel. Her actions are so fast.
“It must be the excitement of doing it in a storage closet, where we might get caught” is a thought that flashes across your mind.
“Spank my ass.” She whispers. “Spank me hard like the bad girl I am.” You hit one cheek and then the other. “Yes. Your cock feels so good.” She straightens a bit, with you still inside of her. “Fuck my ass. Cum in my ass.”
“Yes” you respond. She must be really horny. She’s doing things so differently.
You press her on her back so he leans her head against the other side of the storage closet, then by feel, move from her sopping wet pussy to her tight asshole. You press your tip against it and feel her take you. She presses back and moans. She must be covering her mouth because her moans are muffled. She feels so different. It’s been a while since we did ‘butt stuff’ but she feels so ready and takes the full length of you deep in her ass. She must be rubbing her clit because you feel her ass tighten as she cums. You don’t last long and shoot inside of her, which causes her to cum again.
In the darkness, you feel her push you back against the wall, so you slide from her ass.
Lips press against yours. A voice whispers. “You are better than I imagined. I know what she sees in you. I wish my husband was as good.”
Then the door opens, she leaves and closes it behind her. You are standing in the dark closet, your soft wet cock hanging out. Trying to piece together what you just heard.
You reach around and find a cloth or a napkin to wipe yourself, then put your soft dick back in your pants.
The lights from the hallway are blindingly bright, and you take moment before you enter the ballroom. When you do, you see two Wicked Witches excitedly talking with a Cowardly Lion.
“I thought you said you were coming as Glinda”, you hear my voice say.
I see and turn to you. “What happened to you?” I ask as you feel a wet napkin wiping your face. “You have green smudges.”
“He was helping me with something.” Joan answers. You realize the other Elphaba was Joan. She then leans into her husband and says. “I think we should go home. I’m not feeling well. Maybe I got too good of a workout, earlier.”
Her husband sheepishly looks at her, “Are you sure? We told the babysitter; we wouldn’t be back” She leans in and whispers something to her husband. Who smiles and says. “It was a pleasure meeting both of you. We’ll go now.”
You are still stunned by the realization that it wasn’t me in the closet but Joan. “Let’s go up to your room and clean you up.” I say to you, pulling you in the opposite direction, towards the elevators.
You finally mutter “I didn’t know. I thought it was you.”
In your room, I have you get undressed. There is grease paint on your face, the collar of your shirt, the crotch of your pants, your underwear, and unfortunately black and green at the base of your penis.
“Just take a shower. Get the smell of that jealous bitch off you.” I say as I try to get your costume clean.
“She was supposed to be Glinda.” You finally say as you turn on the shower. You wash and scrub with the hotel soap and hot water.
You wrap yourself in a soft fluffy towel after you dry off.
Your Oz costume is on the bed, but there are still green stains that didn’t come out.
I’m sitting on the bed, still dressed as Elphaba.
“Do you want to hear my side?” You ask.
I shake my head. “Stay here. I’m going back down to the party. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them that when we were at the gym you said you weren’t feeling well.”
“Are you mad at me?” You ask.
After a long silence, I answer “No. I’m angry at Joan. I know she tricked you.”
“Should I…” you start to ask.
“I’ll be back in about an hour. I just need to cool off.” I say and leave the room.
You put on a pair of sweatpants and see if you can wash the greasepaint off of the pants.
Soon you get things cleaned, they are wet, so you dry them with the hotel hair dryer. You get back into costume, as I come back into the room. I’m holding a ribbon.
“The party is ending.”
“Oh.” You say and start unbuttoning your shirt. “What’s the ribbon?”
You hand me “2nd Place. Scariest Costume”. “We were going to enter the Team competition, but with you upstairs, and Joan and her husband already gone, I entered Scariest.” I explain.
You look at me, “I don’t think you are scary. Just beautiful and sexy.”
“Really?” I respond. Then instead of smiling I scowl and cackle loudly. The hair on your arms and back of your neck go up. “What do you think of me now, My pretty?”
“That you should have gotten 1st place.” You then lean in and kiss me. “Let’s take these off and I’ll clean the green makeup off you. The hotel soap works pretty well and the water in the shower is hot.”
I hug you. “Show me.” I say as we get undressed and shower.
(This one is a little different from the others, but still part of the same ‘Co-Worker’ storyline. If you enjoyed it, Like and Leave me a Comment. If you have ideas for future “Co-worker” stories, tell me. This one came from texting with a couple of readers, who liked the “Costume Party Idea” (It was either going to be ‘Co-workers’ or ‘The Estate’, and I might still come back to ‘The Estate’ again. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe. Be Seeing You.)
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