Working at a restaurant used to be a mixed bag. The job was just a job, but the people I worked with made me love it. Hanging out with the crew was basically a really long sex joke, and we had a blast together.

After a few years with mostly the same crew, one of the guys announced that he was moving out of state, and everyone started planning a going-away party for him. Knowing the chief planners, it was bound to be a good time.

Looking at my schedule for the night of the party, I realized I was going to be a little late - I had to work, and my shift ate into the first two hours of the party. Worse was that I was working the morning shift on a Friday, so it wasn't even going to be worth the money.

When I was finally off, I quickly changed out of my work clothes and headed to the party. I made sure to greet the man of the hour and talk with him for a bit before scouting the party. Someone handed me a drink while I was chatting, and it went down like gasoline on fire. I was pretty tipsy before the conversation was over.

I decided to get a refill, since the party was still in its early stages. After getting topped off, I decided to read the vibes of the party.

CT (I think his name was Charleston Thurston, or something, but he went by CT) had decided to host, and I've been to a few of his parties, so at least the layout was familiar.

The front door opened into a narrow entryway, with the living room off to the right and the dining room to the left. A set of stairs went up from the entryway to the second floor, with a couple bedrooms and bathrooms. The kitchen was dead ahead of the entryway, attached to the dining room and to the living room. There was a door off the kitchen that led to a small hallway with another bathroom and a set of stairs leading to the basement. The basement was split into two rooms, one with a pool table, and the other was set up as the movie and gaming room. There was a sliding door off the living room to the deck and back yard, and, of course, the pool and hot tub.

Since CT had thrown parties here before, and not all of his guests were respectful, he usually rented a storage unit that he put most of his stuff in. He had accumulated enough party furniture that he could swap out the good, matching furniture for comfy, lived-in stuff he didn't have to care about.

So anyway, I poked around.

I accidentally walked in on a couple horny teenagers exploring each other on the dirty pool table (another switch-out piece), and a group of more teens smoking pot in the gaming room. The basement was out. The dining room, living room, and kitchen was where people were chatting and swapping stories. Upstairs was pretty empty, but it was still early for that.

Outside, though... I decided to stick around. There was a 22-year-old punk girl who worked expo/line who was in the pool without a suit. She wasn't the hottest person, but T&A is T&A. Nobody was in the hot tub yet, but again: it was early.

Iris (real name Jennifer) was entertaining the onlookers by completing stupid dares that amounted to her bouncing her B-cups or otherwise exposing herself, with the trade-off being that if you gave her a dare, she got to give you one back.

It was so funny to watch the more timid people's dares, because you could see what they were doing. College bros read into her comfort with her body as an easy mark. But Iris was more cunning - she didn't care about being naked, but she was great at coming up with humiliating dares for the more obvious requests.

The best part was when she was dared to kiss another girl. Iris gave a shrug that said 'no biggie,' and pulled the girl into a kiss that became an exchange of tongues. To Iris, that was just a walk in the park, but you could see the girl was a little conflicted about it. The answering dare was for the bro to kiss another dude. Classic, but predictable.

More people were filtering out for her antics. That, and the hot tub now that evening was in full swing.

I refilled my drink, upgrading from buzzed to happy drunk, and grabbed a bottle of water. I went to get a hit off the pot smokers, stopped to watch a teen boy navigate his way through cunnilingus with a teen girl who looked unfamiliar with the concept of a razor, and swayed to the bathroom for a piss.

I sat on the toilet, not confident in my dizzy aiming, and enjoyed the feel of the spinning room. I hadn't closed the door, and another coworker (Livia or Lydia, I could never quite hear) walked in and checked her makeup in the mirror. I realized she wasn't wearing a shirt, so I asked if she needed some privacy as I stood, pulled up my pants and flushed. She shrugged, then she closed the door. She asked how her makeup looked, and closed the distance with me.

While I was looking at her face, legitimately thinking she wanted a makeup check from me, she undid her bra and grabbed my dick through my pants. Neither of us had seemed to like each other, so this was all coming out of nowhere. She undid my pants, then slid her hand over my cock.

She gave me a few strokes, then knelt down and pulled my boxers down to free my cock and balls. She continued stroking me, then pulled my dick forward so she could suck it. I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I just enjoyed the blowjob without asking why it was happening.

She didn't seem that into it, though; and she kept stopping to massage her jaw. She asked if I was close, and I admitted that I wasn't. I asked her if we could fuck, and she said "No thank you "

She wrapped her tits around my shaft, sucking on its tip as she gave me a boobjob. As weird as this situation was, it was still really hot, and it wasn't long before I told her I was going to cum. She caught it all with her breasts, scooped my cum into a palm, and awkwardly dressed as she held the puddle of cum aloft.

When she opened the door, Iris was there, asking whether she had done it. Well, that made sense of things. Livia/Lydia held out the hand for inspection.

Iris looked from the cum to me, a devilish grin spreading across her face.

To be continued...