New Year's Bonus

"Why won't these numbers line up?" I heard the anguished cry of my boss, Bianca, from her office. "This presentation needs to be done by the end of the week and at this rate we'll never be done!"

I ran a hand through my hair and stretched, blinking my tired eyes. We'd spent the past few days running reports and designing presentations for a new bank, trying to get them onboard as an investor for our latest project. Since it was a bank, however, we had to be sure the information we were presenting was accurate in the extreme. Simply handing over a bunch of spreadsheets and numbers wasn't the sexiest way to present information, however, so a large part of the work was presenting the information in a way to captivate our intended audience.

To make things a bit more stressful, it was New Years' Eve. Bianca had told the rest of the team that they didn't have to come in, as most of them had families, or at least a significant other, that they wanted to spend time with. I had plans too, but they didn't amount to much more than hanging out at the bar with my friends, so I didn't mind coming in to do some extra work.

"Do you want me to take a look?" I called out. I leaned back in my chair, looking out of my cubicle to where Bianca had her office. Her blinds, usually closed for some privacy, were open, and I could see her scowling at her computer screen over the black rimmed frames of her glasses. Usually, dress around the office was pretty casual, and it was even more so on a day we were supposed to be closed. I was dressed comfortably in slacks and a long sleeved shirt and sneakers, but Bianca was stunning in a low cut black minidress, and I found it a struggle to keep my eyes from following the curve of her exposed breast down into her cleavage. She'd had her hair done, and it fell artfully over one shoulder. I figured she had plans later that night with her boyfriend. I knew she had one, and in fact, heard her mention him more than once. I got the feeling he didn't quite understand how important work was to her, and more than once we'd all heard her shouting at him over the phone, even through her closed door.

"Do you mind?" she asked. "I feel like the numbers are swimming around on the screen."

"Sure, be right there." I saved the piece I was working on, and entered her office.

"I swear these worked out when I was working on it earlier," she said, pushing against her desk and throwing up her arms. "What did I do wrong?"

"Here, let me take a look." I leaned over her shoulder and looked at her screen, stretching over her to reach her mouse. This close to her, I caught a whiff of her perfume, a light lavender scent.

"Here's your problem right here." I typed a quick fix into the computer, then copied the formula over. "You added last quarter's numbers to the spreadsheet, but it looks like you didn't update the formulas to take them into account." I stepped back and caught a pleasant eyeful of her impressive breasts as I looked down.

"Seriously? God, I've been staring at these numbers too long. How's your part of it coming, Derek?"

"Not bad. I figure I'll be done in another two hours or two."

"Just in time for a date, huh?"

"Who me?" I chuckled as I ran my hand through my hair. "Nah, nothing like that. Me and a few of the guys are getting together to drink a few beers and watch the ball drop."

She leaned back in her chair and picked up a pen off the desk, brushing the tip against her wine dark lips. "Awww. Not going to get kissed at midnight?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Well, I'm not planning on it, but I won't say no if the opportunity presents itself."

She smiled, a pleasant expression that showed off even white teeth. "Good boy. Now back to work. Getting stuck here all night is not what I have planned."

"Hot date with the boyfriend?"

"You better believe it."

I smiled and turned to leave her office. "I'd better leave you to it then."

As I left her office, I heard her cellphone buzz. I turned, cocking an eyebrow at her, but she stood up, shooed me out of the office and closed the door. I smirked, knowing it really wasn't any of my business anyway. Besides, as sexy as Bianca was, it would not be a good career move to sleep with the boss. That's what I kept telling myself, anyway.

The sound of shouting from Bianca's office tore my attention away from the chart I was working on. Her door slammed open, followed by her cellphone hurtling through the air, shattering when it impacted with the far wall.

"That bastard!" she cried. Tears streamed down her face, streaking her artfully done make-up.

"Uhm, what's wrong? Boyfriend?" I knew it wasn't really any of my business, but I felt I should ask anyway.

"That prick? Not anymore. We've been planning this night out for a month now, and he cancels on me. No. Not cancels. Breaks up with me. Who the fuck breaks up with someone on New Year's Eve?"

I grabbed a couple of tissues and headed toward her. "An asshole?"

She nodded, dabbing at her eyes with the tissues. "Ugh, and to think I got all dressed up for him too. Bastard."

Awkwardly, I opened my arms up, and she hugged me, pressing her body against mine. I gently patted her back and tried to think of something to say. "Why'd he break up with you?"

"He said it's because I'm more focused on my career than I am on him. He's as bad as I am though, if not worse. He's canceled on me half a dozen times in the past few months. Tonight was supposed... supposed to be special." I felt the sobs traveling through her body.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be dumping on you like this. How's your part of the project going?" She pressed her hands against my chest, pushing herself away from me. I couldn't help but wonder if her fingers lingered a little longer than was absolutely necessary.

"Just about done. I've got a few more details to work out, but nothing I can't do the morning of the presentation. How about you?"

She smiled at me, her tears gone, but her eyes still wide and wet. "Thanks to you, it's done. Or well, I've got a little more to do, but not much. What would I do without you Derek?"

"Be crying at your desk?"

"Jerk." She punched me in the shoulder, but I saw the corner of her mouth turn up in a brief smile. She shook her head. "Look, thanks for all your help today. I mean it. Why don't you close up for the night? There's nothing else to do that can't be done Friday morning."

"Sounds good." I walked back to my desk, preparing to close it down. Checking the time, it was only about five o'clock or so. Plenty of time to head home, grab a shower and a change of clothes before heading out with the guys.

Picking up my jacket, I walked by Bianca's office and poked my head. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

Looking up, she sighed. She'd fixed her make-up and was looking dejected. Sure, she wasn't crying her eyes out anymore, but I could tell she was still hurting. "Yeah, go on and have some fun. Maybe even get kissed and tell me about it?"

I chuckled. "Usually I don't kiss and tell, but for you I'd make that exception."

She raised an eyebrow at me before breaking out into laughter herself.

"Hey, why don't you come out with me? Err. I mean us. Me and the guys. It won't be an elegant night of dining and dancing, but the bar we're going to has decent beer and a friendly crowd."

Wrinkling her nose at me, she twirled her finger in her hair. "I don't know. Fraternizing with a subordinate after hours? What kind of message would that send everyone?"

"I promise I won't tell anyone if you don't. And the guys are a good group. No one will hit on you. Promise."

"How's a girl supposed to feel special then?" she asked with a smirk. "I'm kidding, Derek," she added, seeing the confused look on my face. "That...actually doesn't sound too bad. Where and when?"

"I think everyone's planning on getting together around eight or so. We'll be at the Blind Tiger. You know where that is?"

"Mmm-hmm. Think I'll be overdressed?" She stood up and pirouetted in her dress, letting me know just how good her legs looked, and how short her skirt was.

"Uhm. Yeah, maybe a little. I think we were just going to go pretty casual." I pried my eyes from her legs, though I admit they lingered a bit as they traveled up her body. Bianca smiled when I met her eyes.

"Maybe I'll go home and change first then. Walk me out?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure," I said.

We didn't say much in the elevator. I know I was feeling a bit awkward about the whole situation, and I think Brianna was enjoying it a bit too much. As she left the elevator, she made sure to brush her hand against mine. "See you at eight."

I don't remember too much of the time between when I left work and when I got to the Blind Tiger. I know I changed, deciding to go with jeans and a button down shirt. I probably splashed some cologne on as well, but I'll be damned if I can remember it all. When I got to the bar, Greg and Paul, my friends, were already there.

"Hey Derek!" Paul called out, waving me over. "You're late. We're already on round two so you'd better catch up."

"Here's to the Lonely Hearts Club!" Greg added as he lifted the glass he was drinking from. It was true, too. Both Paul and Greg were recently single as well, which was part of the reason the three of us decided to get together on New Years'. Hey, it beat sitting around at home watching the ball drop on tv.

"Only two rounds?" I asked as I sat down in the booth with them.

Paul winked. "Well, two since we got here anyway."

"Look I need to tell you-"

"Goddamn, check out the ass on that chick!" Greg proclaimed, louder than was probably necessary.

Turning around, I saw exactly what Greg was commenting on. It was a fine ass, hugged tightly by jeans that looked like they had been painted on. Drifting my eyes up, the woman's back was covered by a short leather jacket, and her hair was done up in a high ponytail. The color was all too familiar to me, and the height was about right...

"Shit. That's my boss," I said.

"Your boss? What's she doing here?" Paul asked, taking a long drink to hide his shit eating grin.

"I, err, kind of invited her along."

"What?" Greg reached over to slap me across the top of my head. "What happened to 'Guy's Night Out'?"

I shrugged. "Her boyfriend cancelled her plans. She's as single as the rest of us. It seemed wrong not to invite her along. Now, she is my boss, so don't embarrass me, okay?"

Paul and Greg both chuckled, but gave me their semi-solemn assurances that they'd be well behaved.

"Bianca, over here!" I called out, standing up and walking over to her. "Glad you could make it."

She smiled at me, but as dazzling as her smile was, my eyes were drawn down to the more than generous cleavage she was displaying. She'd chosen a dangerously low-cut blouse, and the necklace she'd chosen, with the pendant resting just between her luscious mounds, helped draw the eye. "After such a polite offer? I wouldn't miss it. So what are you drinking?"

"I just got here myself. Let me buy you a round."

She arched an eyebrow at me. "Trying to get me drunk?"

I chuckled. "Not even close. I figured it was the polite thing to do for such a beautiful lady."

She smiled, revealing a dazzling row of even teeth between ruby lips. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Promises, promises, promises," I countered, receiving a punch in the arm for my trouble.

We took our beers back to the table and I introduced her to Paul and Greg. She sat down next to me, and it was all the two of my friends could do to try and meet her eyes. I felt a little bad for them, but then if I was sitting across from her, I'm not sure I'd be able to do much better.

"So you liked my ass, huh?" Bianca asked Greg.

"Uhm... well, yeah," he admitted, a rush of color filling his cheeks.

She smiled at him. "No harm. Next time you might want to state your opinions a little quieter, that's all." She paused, and winked at him. "Besides, I'm rather proud of it myself."

Once we'd all stopped laughing, Bianca asked, "So how long have you two known Derek, anyway?"

"Oh, we've known him since high school," Paul said.

"Really? And you're still friends with him?" she asked, her mouth turning up in a small smile. Under the table, her hand found my thigh and gave it a light squeeze. I thought she was only trying to let me know she was joking, but her hand lingered on my leg, and I wasn't going to ask her to move it.

Greg laughed. "Only because he brings hotties like you around."

I'd gone to take a drink and nearly spat it out when he said that, but that had more to do with Bianca's hand drifting up my leg and finding my cock through my jeans.

"So Derek brings a lot of girls around then?" Bianca asked. I felt her fingers trailing up and down the length of me. It was having the desired effect, as I grew hard, straining against my pants.

Paul shook his head. "Not really. It is fun to watch him squirm though. You probably get to see him more than we do, working with him and all."

"Mmm. I don't get to see as much of him as I'd like, though," Bianca all but purred. Her thumb found the head of my dick through my pants, and she gently rubbed it. It took a considerable amount of willpower on my part not to let on that something was going on under the table.

"You okay, man?" Greg asked. "We're not making you uncomfortable are we?"

"Huh? No, no. Does it feel warm in here to anyone else?"

Bianca smiled and let go of my cock, but not before giving it an affectionate pat. "Let me get the next round, boys."

"Not going to argue with that," Paul said, and Greg quickly agreed. After she'd left, making her way through the crowd, Greg looked at me. "Dude, tell me you are hitting that!"

"What? No! She's my boss. Besides, her boyfriend dumped her today. What kind of scumbag do you think I am, anyway?"

Greg cocked an eyebrow at me and leaned over to look where Bianca was standing, leaning against the bar, her heart shaped ass pushed out. I could only imagine the bartender was getting a pleasant eyeful down her blouse. "She doesn't seem to be too upset by the whole 'being single again' thing. Besides, when was the last time you got laid?"

"None of your business," I countered. The answer was six months, but they didn't need to know that.

"That long, huh?" Paul said. "Dude, she's obviously into you."

I shook my head. "Not. Going. To. Happen."

"What's not going to happen?" Bianca asked, having returned with four beers. She placed them on the table, and then slid in next to me, her hand finding its way back to my lap. I might have been imagining it, but it looked like she'd undone a couple of buttons on her blouse as well, exposing even more cleavage than she was previously.

"Uhm, I was asking Derek if he was going to look for a new job this year," Paul said.

"Oh? Why would you do that?" Bianca asked. Her hand squeezed my cock. "Don't you like the benefits?" Her hand drifted a little lower, caressing my balls through my pants.

"Nope, I'm happy. Content even. Couldn't be better."

"Oh really?" she asked, her fingers tapping against my cock. "Well I definitely appreciate the work you've been doing, especially this past week. I'd hate to think you were frustrated with the work you've been getting. You are happy, aren't you?"

Not trusting myself to speak at that moment, I nodded and took another long drink from my beer.

"So what are you two doing tonight?" Bianca asked.

Greg and Paul shared a look. "We really didn't have much planned," Paul admitted. "Getting drunk was about it."

Bianca pouted a bit. "Two handsome men as yourself, all alone on New Year's Eve? Hmm. Give me a moment would you?" She slid back out of the booth. As she walked away, I couldn't help but notice how she swiveled her hips, her ass hypnotizing me with its sway.

"What do you think she's up to?" Paul asked.

"No idea," I said.

We finished our beers and talked shit for a bit before Bianca returned, a Cheshire grin on her face. "Good news, boys. Time to blow this popsicle stand."

As we gathered our coats, I pulled Bianca aside. "What are we doing?"

She winked at me for my answer before taking my hand, Paul and Greg following in our wake. Once outside, she waved down a taxi without even waiting for one of us to do it. One pulled up surprisingly quickly, and we piled in. She rattled off an address to the driver, and we were gone.

"Uhm, so where are we going, anyway?" Greg asked. He was sitting up front and probably feeling a bit left out as Bianca was in between myself and Paul.

"You'll see," she replied with a smile. "I promise you won't mind."

The drive took about fifteen minutes before we pulled in front of an apartment in an area I definitely could not afford. We all exited the cab, and I made sure to pay.

Bianca looked around and shrugged. "Guess they aren't here yet."

"Who?" Paul asked, but she didn't answer, instead walking to the front door.

"Hi Sergio." She waved to the doorman, leading us into the lobby. "They'll probably be here soon."

Deciding she was as likely to answer me as she was Paul, I decided to let the comment go. She led us over to the elevator banks and pressed the button. "Hope you boys are in the mood for a nightcap."

Once we were in the elevator, she grabbed my hand, stood on her toes and whispered in my ear, "Hope you're ready to get your cock sucked. We have to wait for my friends to get here, because I'd hate to leave your friends hanging."

My dick, which was still at about half-mast from the groping she'd given me at the bar, leapt to attention, and I'm sure I made some half-strangled response.

Her apartment was nice, if a touch cramped. I made sure to take the coats and hang them up for everyone. All of her stuff was definitely more than I could afford on my humble salary, but then she was the boss.

"Anyone want a drink? Or would you prefer coffee?"

We all opted for another drink, and she disappeared into a room.

"Dude, what is going on?" Paul asked.

In answer, I shrugged. "I really don't know," I said. It was true too. I mean I had a pretty good idea as to what her plans were for me, but I didn't know her friends at all.

While Bianca was still in the other room, there was a knock on her door. "Derek, can you get that please?"

Opening the door revealed two drop dead gorgeous women. One was a stunning, statuesque beauty with mocha skin. In her four inch heels she was taller than me. The other was a small blonde, who made up in breast size what she lacked in height. Thinking about it, her breasts might not have been all that big, but on her slight frame they seemed enormous.

"Oh, you must be Derek. We're Bianca's friends. Won't you invite us in?"

Somehow I found my tongue and stepped aside so they could come in. The way they strutted into the room told me they were used to not only attracting attention, but commanding it.

"I'm Lisa," the dark skinned amazon said.

"And I'm Tina," the blonde added. "Who are your cute friends?"

"Right, this is Paul and that's Greg," I said, taking their coats. They were both dressed for a night out in skin hugging dresses ending well above mid-thigh. Lisa sat down next to Greg and Tina sat next to Paul. Their hands lingered on my friends' chests, arms, and legs.

"Uhm, Bianca was getting drinks. Why don't I see if she needs help." I went in the direction I saw Bianca heading in earlier. I found her in the kitchen, putting glasses on a tray.

"Want some help with that?" I asked. "Oh, and Lisa and Tina are here."

Bianca beamed a smile at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a full kiss. I felt her tongue enter my mouth, felt it run along my teeth, pressing against mine.

"Mmmm. You know, my back-up plan was to go out to the club with them tonight," Bianca said, when she finally pulled away from the kiss. "I think we're all going to like this much better. Come on, grab that tray."