Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

The company parties were semi-annual events that the executives put on to try and help boost company morale.

The problem was they were always held on Saturday evenings, which virtually kills the weekend, they didn’t splurge for anything fancier than the building’s conference hall, and attendance was mandatory. The only good part was that the food was decent and the alcohol was free, which meant out of the one hundred and fifty or so employees and their spouses or dates, at least a few people were likely to make total asses of themselves.

This time, it seemed, there would be an added bonus for me as I walked into the hall alone; Funmi would be there, and she made a point of mentioning it to me.

For the first couple of hours, I found a table with some work buddies, and then did the mandatory mingling and schmoozing that would be required of me. I also indulged in some food and a few drinks. Might as well make the most of it. By the third hour, I made a point of looking for Funmi in the mass of people and music.

By 9:00, a lot of people were feeling pretty good, and I noticed the dance floor was beginning to fill up. I spotted Funmi at last. She was stunning, in a black, one-piece, strapless dress that somehow clung onto her large breasts and ended right around the knee. It was simple, but clung to her curvy figure, and showed plenty of that cleavage I so wanted to explore.

She was walking out hand in hand with some guy. With such a brazen public display, it had to be her husband. He was a stiff suit, older than her by probably ten years or more, but by the look of his suit, he seemed to have lots of money. Maybe that was the trick. She married a rich, older man who couldn’t satisfy her, so she gets what she wants on the side.

I watched them on and off for an hour. They danced only a couple of slow songs before Funmi’s husband led her off and obviously refused to go back on. I also noticed that every time I saw her, Funmi seemed to finish off a glass of liquor. Shortly after they returned to their table, a woman joined them. I recognized her, though I didn’t know her name.

She worked in the same area as Funmi and was a little younger. She was tall, slim, not much in the way of the breasts department, but she was really pretty. Dressed in a red velvet shirt and black trousers, her trim figure was accented as much as her delicate skin.