The Company Cocktail Took Us Further Than We Expected

It had only been a couple of weeks since that weekend at my place with Rodrigo, and the office routine was already being twisted out of shape again because of him. Don Rodrigo, our director, was a quiet, discreet man, the sort who says little and plans a lot. So I was surprised when, one Monday, he had me called to his office.

—By Wednesday I need four of you here —he said without looking up from his papers—. Mini skirt, high heels, your best presentation. There’ll be a cocktail party with clients, and I want the company to look good.

Three of the chosen ones were obvious: the ones he trusted, the ones closest to him. Daniela and I broke our heads trying to figure out who the fourth would be.

—Tall, elegant, knows how to behave and, above all, discreet —was the only thing he clarified when I sent someone to ask him.

We settled on Renata, who always dressed well, was good company, and, most importantly, was cheerful and open to our craziness. The only thing left to confirm was whether she could keep a secret.

—I’ve never walked in high heels —Brenda, the receptionist, confessed, panicked.

—Well, you’re going to learn —I told her—. You’re the face of the group. You’re the one they’re going to look at most.

***

That same afternoon we went to the shoe store Rodrigo had pointed us to, a luxury place in the mall, with armchairs and salesmen in suits. A kind man in his fifties, still handsome, helped us with infinite patience.

With Brenda, he immediately realized the poor girl had no idea what she was doing. She only knew how to move in boots on her bike and in flip-flops at the office. He tried on model after model until he found a mid-heel she could at least manage without killing herself.

—This is what’s in style right now —he explained to her—. But you’ll have to practice right away if you’re showing up in front of your boss on Wednesday. Ask your friends for help, it’s not that hard. Just don’t end up hating shoes.

Another of the owners came over while they were packing everything up for us. His name was Adrián and, laughing, he told us that he, Gerardo, and a third partner, Saúl, ran the business.

—So Rodrigo sent you —he said amused—. He likes to see you girls looking pretty all the time. Say hello to him for me and tell him we loved meeting his beauties.

The tragedy started once we got out onto the street. Brenda took two steps, wobbled, and grabbed my arm.

—What am I going to do? I’m going to smash my face in!

—When we get to my place you’ll put them on and we’ll start the lessons —Daniela cut in—. We’ve got forty-eight hours. You’re going to walk in heels and you’re going to laugh about it too.

***

Renata didn’t make it that first day, but the next Daniela brought her to me, completely won over. They had sold her platform heels with an outer platform that made her look even taller than she already was. We all agreed to meet that afternoon at El Mirador, the discreet place we went when we wanted to be alone, without schedules or other people’s eyes.

Renata arrived squeezed into Daniela’s car, nervous and curious in equal measure. She still had her company uniform on and, even so, looked gorgeous. She took the shoes out of a bag just to show them to us.

—At the shoe store the salesman treated me wonderfully —she said, lowering her voice—. He got a little handsy, but I’m not complaining. He even helped me put on my stockings, pulled them up himself all the way to my thigh.

We went into the same room as always. Later Brenda and Noelia showed up, and the room filled with laughter. Renata watched everything with wide eyes.

—Take off that awful uniform —Noelia ordered her—. Here, every woman, the first time, left hers behind. It’s the rule.

The five of us stripped her before she had time to protest.

—But nobody told me this was just between women! —she laughed, blushing.

—Don’t worry —I told her—. Get comfortable. What do you want to drink?

Brenda, who had stayed still watching her, came over to Renata and brushed a breast with the tip of her fingers.

—They’re beautiful —she murmured—. Don’t mind me, it’s just that they look so delicious.

—Thank you —Renata replied, not pulling away—. I like that someone likes them.

I wanted to too. She took one breast in both hands and brought it to my mouth. I licked her nipple and sucked it slowly, feeling her shiver. I finished lowering her bra and showed her mine, laughing at the difference.

—They can’t be compared —I said, and they all burst out laughing.

Before we went any further, I had to get serious for a moment and give them the real instructions.

—The cocktail party is for four important clients. Formal event. Those guests usually think we’re something more than hostesses and take liberties. Defend yourselves however you can, with elegance. Or give in, if that’s what you decide. But discretion above all.

—And if they overstep? —Renata asked, nervous again.

—You think about it —I told her—. Decide on something elegant. Or let yourself be carried away, if that’s what you feel like. No one’s going to judge you.

***

The drinks arrived, doubles as always, and with them a catalog of toys. Daniela immediately chose a huge one for Brenda, teasing her about her Montreal vacation. Noelia and I hesitated for a while until I picked a long, thick, double-ended one.

—And how do you use that? —Renata asked, wildly curious.

—Each of you chooses your own and keeps it for the next visit —I explained—. If you don’t like it, you swap it. Go on, try it.

She asked for one just like mine and, on top of that, another one shorter but just as thick. Those of us who still had any clothes left finished taking them off. The whole room turned into a tangle of skin and laughter.

—Can I be with you? —Renata asked me, still wearing her pants.

—Come here. Take everything off and lie back —I told her—. Have you ever had it done from behind?

—Never. I’m a novice at all this. Will you be patient with me?

—We’ll learn by trying.

She hugged me and kissed me with an urgency I wouldn’t have expected from someone so shy a minute earlier. Our breasts pressed together. She lowered herself to suck on my tits hard, glancing at me every so often as if asking permission she already had.

I adjusted us until we were facing each other, cunt to cunt, pressing against one another. I slid just the tips of my fingers in, first into her pussy, then brushing her ass, while I licked her clit. Her body answered with little tremors. I took one of the toys, wet it, and started easing it into her very slowly.

—I’ve never felt it like this —she panted, instinctively closing her legs—. Keep going. Please, keep going.

Every time the tension eased, the toy went in a little farther. I got her used to it without rushing, until she herself started pushing her hips to ask for more.

—And the other end? —she asked between breaths.

—It’s for sharing. Want to try it?

I turned her onto her back, opened her legs, and got on top, my own legs spread like scissors. I let her force the other end in little by little. We moved hard, awkward at first, until both ends were inside and our hips were colliding.

—Press against me, all the way —I asked her—. You’re going to feel it when we touch. That’s when everything comes.

And that’s how it happened. Renata was shaking uncontrollably, her moans infecting me, and I, who almost never make a sound, ended up as lost as she was. The other three watched us without moving. Noelia suddenly wrapped her arms around me from behind and Daniela caught Brenda, who was still hypnotized watching us.

—It went in so well, for how thick it is —Brenda commented, licking her lips.

Renata and I kept going until we were still, exhausted and laughing. The rest of the afternoon was like that: trying toys, teaching Renata how to handle her own body, helping Brenda walk in heels through stumbles and applause. When night fell, Renata followed me home so I could teach her, calmly, what at El Mirador we had only just begun.

***

The day of the cocktail party, the four of us looked stunning. Heels, tight dresses, necklines measured to the millimeter. There were even photographers: Carmen, Rodrigo’s secretary, had announced on social media that there would be models, and they showed up like wasps. Renata, with her height, was the first to steal glances. Brenda walked confidently, without a single stumble, proud of her new skill.

My job was to receive the guests. The first to arrive was a woman none of us expected: Valeria, a partner in the business, divorced, elegant to the bone. Rodrigo asked me in a low voice to take care of her.

We sat together throughout the evening and, without intending to, got along wonderfully. We talked about our daughters, about nonsense, about life. She had a way of looking at me that left no room for doubt. Before saying goodbye we exchanged phone numbers and promised to see each other soon.

The reception ended well for everyone. Renata left on Saúl’s arm, the one from the shoe store, who turned out to know her from before; as they crossed the doorway he winked at me, happy. Rodrigo, for his part, made no attempt to hide it: he left glued to Brenda. And Daniela had that same smile of someone who got what she was after.

***

I had barely gotten home when the phone rang. It was Valeria.

—Stop by my place first —she told me—. I have something for you.

Her house was modern, with a beautiful garden and four little dogs running around. She had me go upstairs and showed me a baby doll she had bought for herself but, she said, didn’t fit her.

—Try it on. I’m sure it’s your size.

It was. It fit me perfectly. She laid me back on the bed under the pretext of fastening the snaps at the crotch and, very slowly, her fingers did a lot more than fasten anything. She pressed exactly where it feels best, pretending to be clumsy.

—Delicious? —she whispered—. I hadn’t noticed when I bought it, but seeing you like this turns me on. You’re gorgeous. Keep it.

When we were both already heated, my phone rang again. It was Brenda, sounding nervous, asking to sleep at my place. Valeria, listening, laughed.

—Tell her yes. We’ll get the three of us together and see what we come up with —she suggested—. But she should bring company. Good company.

Half an hour later, in my living room, everything sorted itself out. Brenda arrived, and behind her came Rodrigo and two more men: Mateo, whom I already knew, and Diego, a handsome guy I was seeing for the first time.

—So you’re the partner? —Valeria laughed when she saw Rodrigo, and they hugged with a fervor that left no doubt.

We brought out drinks, and the photo Valeria had given me passed from hand to hand amid laughter. The conversation quickly turned to the inevitable. It was Brenda who started, undressing Rodrigo amid jokes, tugging at his belt while we cheered her on.

Valeria and I hung back only for a moment. Then she took Mateo and I took Diego, laid them on the sofa, and took turns pampering them with our mouths, unhurried, enjoying their impatience.

Each pair found its rhythm. Valeria, desperate, ended up riding Mateo and then letting herself be taken in a hundred different ways, screaming and huffing until the end. Brenda and Rodrigo, on the other hand, went more slowly, almost tenderly, kissing between each thrust as if the rest of us didn’t exist.

Diego drove me to the edge again and again, until everything turned into a single explosion.

—Inside —I demanded, and he understood.

I didn’t let him stop. That body, already spent, woke up for a second round. I put a pillow under my hips, looking for him to go even deeper, and we started over until we both collapsed, spent and happy.

***

Later, Valeria and I got into the shower together while the others recovered in the living room.

—Did you like watching us? —she asked me, running soap over my back.

—I loved it —I admitted—. I don’t know why I enjoy watching so much. Seeing my boss and my friend like that turned me on as much as feeling you did.

—I felt like something was missing —she confessed, pouting—. Mateo doesn’t know what he’s doing. Next time I’ll organize it, and I’ll choose better.

—Next time? —I smiled.

—Wouldn’t you like that? You saw what I’m like. And I’ve already seen what you’re surrounded by.

—I know a couple who are worth it —I said—. Discreet and very well endowed. I’ll introduce you.

—During the week works better for me —she murmured, hugging me under the water—. Though naked, we’re all the same and feel the same thing.

I turned off the faucet thinking that cocktail party, in reality, had only been the beginning.