Office Sex Series- Kevin and Packer

Loud music filled the club. Kevin and Packer entered the room and took in the atmosphere. There was a stage in the middle of the room. A big busted red head was undulating around a metal pole to the musical styling of Def Leppard’s “Pour some Sugar on me.” A bright pink spotlight picked up the sparkling glitter that powered her body. She wore a fuzzy purple g-string. Kevin stood in the doorway for a second staring in awe at the dancer.

“Kevin,” Packer said loudly, “close your mouth. You’ll catch flies.”

“Sorry.” Kevin answered. He followed Packer to a small table near the stage. He spotted a large buffet table in the corner.

“Don’t worry Kevin.” Packer said, “I lose my control when I come in here too. I’m glad you could drive me here. That damn DUI is really cutting into my social life.”

“You said there’d be a buffet.” Kevin said, “But I really shouldn’t be here. I have a fiancée.”

“This ain’t cheating!” Packer replied, giving Kevin a frown. “This is looking! Is it cheating when you get horny over an actress like say, Jennifer Lopez, while watching a movie? It’s the same thing!”

Packer sat down and pulled out his wallet. He was flush from a recent poker game. He found a few twenties and a handful of one dollar bills. The waitress came to their table. Packer ordered a bourbon and coke.

Kevin asked for a Pepsi. He looked over at the buffet table and noticed they had a large block of cheese. He felt his stomach rumble.

“Damn Kevin, loosen up and have a drink!” Packer said, “I’m buying.”

“I have to drive us back.” Kevin said. Packer was watching the dancer. Packer saw where Kevin’s attention lay.

“You are such a stick in the mud!” Packer said. “Go hit the food big boy!”

Kevin stood up and went to the buffet table. There was a big pot of chili being served. A basket of crackers and bread were to the side. The block of cheese was surrounded by cut fruit. Kevin reached for a bowl and filled it to the brim with chili. He cut off some cheese and placed it in the chili. Then he grabbed some crackers and a bunch of grapes. He scurried back to their table with his treasure and began to chow down.

Packer saw a tall blonde sitting a few seats down. He gave her a sly, sideways grin. She smiled back and Packer wiggled his eyebrows at her. She giggled and said something to another woman beside her.

“Well alright!” Packer said to Kevin, “Just got here and look at the nasty little blonde there. She will be mine!”

Kevin was mid chomp when he looked over at the blonde in question. “She looks nice.”

“I ain’t looking for nice.” Packer said. “I’m looking for naughty.” He called over the waitress and ordered drinks to be sent to the woman and her friend.

“I always order one for the friend.” Packer explained. “It makes it all classy like.”

Kevin watched as Packer prepared to make his move. The stripper on the pole was done and the announcer introduced a dancer named Trixie. She came out on the stage dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Her little checkered blue dress was cut to just below her waist. She wore a white thong and red spangled 6 inch stilettos. Her brown hair was tied into two pony tails. She held a small basket, but Toto was nowhere to be found. Instead, the basket held a furry white dildo about 10 inches long. Kevin ate quickly without taking his eyes off the dancer.

“You know it’s too bad Michael wouldn’t come with us.” Packer said, still watching the blonde.

“Ever since he hooked up with Jan, it’s like his tallywacker fell off. Wonder if she had him wearing little pink lacy panties?”

Kevin just nodded and finished up his chili. It was very spicy and made his face turn red and flushed with perspiration. He set his bowl aside and gulped the lukewarm Pepsi. This place must save the ice for the expensive drinks.

Packer motioned the two women to his table. They brought the drinks that he bought them. He noticed that they had both picked very expensive cocktail concoctions. The blonde was very tall and was wearing a turquoise mini skirt. Her long blonde hair was clipped at the top and she wore large rhinestone earring. The other woman was short and spilled out of a bright yellow spandex dress. She did have as much make-up on as her taller friend. They had huge smiles as they approached. Kevin feeling uncomfortable with the presence of the women kept his attention on Trixie of Oz.

“Well hello Ladies!” Packer said. He stood and waited for them to be seated. When he sat down he scooted his chair towards the blonde.

“I’m Todd Packer.” He introduced himself, “My portly friend here is Kevin?”

“I’m Priscilla.” The blonde said in a rich throaty voice. “This is Myrna.”

“What brings you to the club on this fine afternoon Priscilla?” Packer asks and he placed his arm on the back of her chair.

“Oh, my day off from work.” Priscilla purred, “I dance too. But the club I work at has a midnight show that I work at.”

“Wow, I noticed you have a dancer’s legs.” Packer smiled and moved closer.

Priscilla laughed and Packer giggled back with her. Kevin looked at his watch. He knew that they could not be here too long. He wondered if driving Packer to a strip club and hitting on chicks could constitute as work time. He was curious about how he would account for this in the payroll.

“We work in the Paper industry.” Packer said.

“I love paper.” Said Priscilla, “Especially green paper.” Priscilla placed her hand on Packer’s knee. He smiled back. He got the message and thanked God that he had thought to place a $50 bill in his right shoe. Play for Pay was never a problem for Packer when he was in the mood. Packer placed his hand on hers and squeezed.

This back and forth flirting continued. Packer and Priscilla got to know each other. Myrna watched the dancers with slight interest and sipped on her drink. Kevin looked at his watch and decided to just follow Packer’s orders. Michael had told him to drive Packer around and he was only following instructions.

He watched the next dancer come out. She was black and wore a shiny white thong and bra. Her dark skin glowed and when the stage darkened and florescent lights turned on he saw she was covered in bright florescent paint. Big bright hearts and flowers were painted over her smooth dark skin. A slow, tantalizing Snoop Dog song about gin and juice played out of the speakers.

Kevin felt a small burn in his stomach. He felt a little uneasy and fidgeted in his seat. He looked around him uneasily wanting to know where to find the bathroom. Packer was pressed close to Priscilla. Her hand had worked its way down towards his crotch. He was downing his third bourbon, minus the coke.

“Honey, you want to take this party in another room?” Priscilla teased in Packer’s ear. Packer reached down into his shoe and withdrew the $50 bill.

“Hell yeah!” Packer crowed. He stood and Priscilla stood with him. She was almost 3 inches taller than Packer in her black high heels. She looked at her friend who just nodded in silent communication. Packer told Kevin to stay put. Priscilla led him towards a door on the side of the stage. As they headed towards the door, the full breasted redhead stripper walked by. Packer paused looked over at Kevin and stopped the redhead.

“Hey Babe.” Packer asked, “You do lap dances?”

“Sure Honey.” She said in a high pitched voice. She looked at Priscilla. “You want some double trouble?”

“No, I got my hands full here.” Packer laughed and squeezed Priscilla’s ass. She squealed and giggled. Packer pointed towards Kevin.

“I’ll give you $20 if you can make that guy come with a lap dance.” Packer opened his wallet and took out the money. The stripper took the bill.

“Sure thing.” She said demurely, “I can guarantee it.” She walked towards Kevin.

Packer followed Priscilla to the door. They went into a hall that had 2 doors on either side. Priscilla led him into a room on the right. It was the size of a closet and painted a weird shade of red. There was a padded bench and nothing else. Priscilla closed the door and Packer kissed her hard.

The redheaded stripper had changed and was wearing tight denim cut-off shorts and a white tank top. She had no bra on. Kevin watched her approach and for a few seconds forgot his upset stomach. She smiled and stood in front of him. Priscilla’s friend had found her way to another part of the club. Kevin stared at the redhead.

“Hi I’m Gloria!” She said sexily, “I wanna dance for you.”

Kevin’s mouth dropped. He stuttered a little, “I…I…fiancée…huh?”

Gloria licked her lips and moved directly in front of him. She stood with her legs astride one of Kevin’s legs. He was paralyzed to his seat and looking directly up at her. She thrust her large breasts into Kevin’s face and his eyes travelled south. Gloria took his hands and placed them on her hips. She rocked her hips side to side to the music and moaned loudly. Kevin was shocked to find he was developing an erection. It was not in his control.

Back in the closet, Priscilla was sitting on the bench and bending over. She was giving Packer a blow job and he was holding her head. He moaned and arched his head back. She worked her expert tongue over his small, puny penis. She acted as if he were John Holmes. Packer was enjoying every moment. Priscilla was thinking about whether she could get more than $50 dollars out of him.

In the bar, Kevin had both of his hands on Gloria’s hips and she had turned to place her ass towards him. She grinded down on his lap and Kevin was afraid that he would mess up his pants. In spite of the provocative movements against him, Kevin could still feel his stomach rumbling dangerously. The combination of upset stomach and full erection was getting very uncomfortable. He wanted to speak up and tell her that he should not be doing this. His stomach was really starting to cramp. But, he was struck mute by the entire situation.

Priscilla was continuing her oral ministrations on Packer. He leaned forward and grabbed her breast. She took him out of her mouth for a second and smiled up at him. He kissed her and ran his hand down her waist to the hem of her short dress. He pushed the skirt aside and reached into her panties. Packer felt something entirely out of place in the woman’s panties. He snatched his hand back in shock. Packer jumped back and his ass hit the door, he fell backwards, pants at his ankles and rolled on the ground. He scrambled to pull his pants up and was yelling “shit” over and over again. Priscilla gave a little laugh and smirked. She pushed the $50 dollar bill into her bosom.

The music in the bar was loud and Gloria decided to bring her little dance to an end. She pressed down and placed her hands between her legs, grabbing the lump in Kevin’s pants. He rubbed him through the material. He lost control of his erection and his bowels in one shot. The look of shock must have been misconstrued by Gloria as excitement, because she upped her movements. Kevin sat there totally still and panted. She saw a small wet stain on his pants. She bent over and gave him a small kiss. Then she turned and strutted away.

Packer came running out from the room near the stage. He was fastening his buckle and panting. He bald head was red and flushed. He looked at Kevin and signaled for him to leave. He headed out the entrance. Kevin sat there for a moment and wondered how he was going to get out of here with his pants soiled. He thought about going to the bathroom first. Packer poked his head in the door and yelled for him to “Get his ass in gear!”

Kevin embarrassingly stood up and self consciously headed towards the entrance. He avoided looking at anyone in the club. Once out the door, he saw Packer near the car, bent over and vomiting. Packer told him to open the car. Kevin obeyed and paused outside the driver’s door before getting in. He climbed in the car. Packer hunched in the seat, vomit staining his brown tie.

“Shit!” Packer said, “What stinks?”

“I don’t know.” Kevin said quickly, “All I smell is vomit.”

Packer leaned his head against the car window. He looked embarrassed and didn’t look at Kevin.

“Just get us back.” Packer said, “And Kevin, what goes on here, stays here. Okay?”

Kevin shook his head and started the ignition.