Someone handed her a martini.

She sipped it and giggled as she wondered what effect the gin and vermouth would have on her tastebuds, hoping they would not dull her appetite for Jonathon's prick. She decided that a nice snack of cockmeat and cum would be just the thing to complement the taste of a martini.

Anna Darwin wandered over to talk to Jayne.

Anna was a slender, dark-haired woman with flashing eyes and pert, upthrusting tits. She wore a silken dress that rustled around her pelvis as she moved and, like Jayne, she wore no bra. Her tit tips pressed twin points against the material. Her ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, sheathed in tight silk. She was a very popular girl, mainly because she fucked a lot. She claimed to be a woman's libber but had only a vague idea what that movement was all about, believing that mainly it meant that a woman had equal rights to orgasm and seduction. Those principles were well suited to her oversexed nature and thus she felt an obligation – as well as a desire – to screw any man that she could. Proud of her equality, she often boasted of her conquests. But she was so open and direct and artless, naive, really, that no one resented her behavior or her pride therein.

She said, "This is your first office party, isn't it, Jayne?" She smiled and tapped her teeth against the rim of her glass, regarding Jayne speculatively.

"Um-hum."

"You should have been here last year. Wow! It was really a blast."

"So I've heard."

"I hope it works out as good this year."

"Everyone seems a bit stiff so far."

Anna giggled.

"Oh, they'll loosen up once they've had a few drinks," she said. "And the looser a man gets, the stiffer his prick is liable to become."

Jayne blushed.

"I balled four guys last year… and that was before I got too drunk to remember. I think half a dozen others gang banged me, but I'm not sure."