I felt very uncomfortable.

This was my first year at the new office and already I wanted to move back to more familiar territory. "What a drag!" I mumbled to myself as I approached the office. I took a deep breath and grounded myself to prepare for the worst night possible, while silently hoping the girl from two cubicles over would be there and single. The surroundings seemed so alien to me; a fresh transplant from the west coast, I was not used to the older architecture of cities like Boston. The night air was refreshing, however, and I pulled my new leather jacket up around my freshly applied side burns and pushed on through the double doors of the old converted courthouse. Running my fingers through my short-shaved hair, I caught a glimpse of myself in the lobby mirror, and chuckled. I looked like Dave Gahan and Johnny Depp had a love child. (Only neither my mother or father (or I!) had been blessed with David's height.) I was slightly more stocky than my would-be-fathers as well. I had been granted ample, curvy hips and hid them well under the suits I wore on a daily basis, silently cursing my grandmother for passing that particular gene onto me. Tonight I had chosen to dress down in black suit pants with a cranberry shirt and tie to seem more "festive". After all, this was a Christmas office party, I smiled to myself in the mirror, approving of the hastened job of dressing at a half-unpacked apartment.

The office building had an elevator, but I took the stairs, not wanting to be stuck in a same enclosed space with over-perfumed strangers, just yet. Once I got to the third floor I made a bee-line for the bar. Nothing cuts the edge off of being in a room full of repressed strangers like a gin and tonic. My lips smacked at the idea, but I also knew that nothing could be more embarrassing than getting drunk and making a spectacle of myself in front of the new boss, the cute girl in cubicle 3c and the all of the under-sexed men at the party. I decided that I would consume one at the party, then enjoy some serious drinking at a pub later.

The party appeared no different than the ones she had been to in San Francisco, except for the severe lack of queens high stepping and parading around the room. Instead, the female employees were herded into little social circles, chattering and whispering amongst themselves while simultaneously keeping watch for the object of their gossip. They resembled chickens in a yard, gathered about the feed on the ground. Sam was beginning to think that she could just get lost in the party, and no one would notice she was there.when she heard: "Samantha! I thought you wouldn't make it!" The voice in question belonged to Becky, from the cubicle next to mine. She shuffled across the rug in her "ho" heels, careful not to set a fire with the gathering friction between her wool laden legs, and stopped in front of me only to giggle and cover her nose and mouth in astonishment when she saw my facial "addition". Although she didn't point out the reason for her shocked expression, I felt the blush working it's way up my neck, past my labret and sideburns, all the way up to my ears. When I saw that she was struggling to find a way out of the conversational quicksand that she was in, I excused myself and headed for the bar to soak my face in the nearest libation.

Like a runner in the Boston Marathon who just passed "heartbreak hill", I exhaustedly slumped down at the port o' bar, grabbed for the nearest pre-made drink and nearly quaffed it down.

"You're gonna drown yourself doing it that way." I swung around to find the bartender leaning in on the makeshift bar staring contentedly at me with lazy green eyes. "I find that a good shot of whisky can ease a troubled mind a lot faster than that frou-frou drink can." The words dripped off of her tongue in a drawl that could only be deep South.

"I look that troubled, huh?" I said as I accepted the shot glass held up for me.

"You look like paler than some of the ghosts I've seen in New Orleans." she smiled. She was a couple of inches taller than me, and perfectly androgynous. Looking at her slim hips and square jaw, I couldn't help but hate her just a little bit.

I held out my hand, "I'm Sam" I said, she shook my hand quite firmly and smiled a full predatory grin at me. "My name's Alex." she said.

"So when did you get into town?" I asked. She looked up from making the drink and smiled again. "I notice a distinct lack of a Bostonian accent," I told her, "And I hear a bit of a drawl.."

"Been up here for about two months.just long enough to get my heart broken once already." she said "Here -- have one on me!" She lifted up another shot for me and took one for herself, "Here's to the pretty one's, how they always have sharper teeth and longer claws than any of us 'Gents!" she threw back her shot. "My time here is nearly up, do you want to go for a real drink somewhere?"

"Hell yeah, if it means getting out of this social nightmare." I said. She went into the other room and came out with a different shirt on and what appeared to be a black military rifleman's sweater. She cut an impressive figure, and I caught myself daydreaming about rough sex in fatigues. The alcohol must have done that one!

We left the building and stepped out into the street. A cop on foot patrol passed us and muttered out an "Evenin', boys," on the way by. Must be a rookie. The two of us looked at each other and laughed. I stopped laughing and looked away, embarrassed that she might be able to read my mind at that point. Knowingly, she put her arm around me, a comfortable gesture, just like your best bud would. My heart started to race.I could feel the heat coming off of her hand on my shoulder as we walked down the street looking at the Commons lit up for the holidays. We ducked into a package store, and came out two minutes later with a small bottle of spiced rum, which was hideously sweet, so we took turns slamming mouthfuls down. Alex and I joked and chuckled through the snow until we came upon a pond with strange swan-shaped boats floating on the docks.

"I need to take a load off, come sit down with me!" she yanked me on over to the boat, not realizing her own strength, and nearly pulled me into the water. "Whoa there!" she laughed as she caught me in teetering on the edge of a very soggy evening. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Nearly into the water for my yearly bath, thanks to you! That was probably my last chance to get wet this evening!" Making a joke of my near-drench experience.

"Doesn't have to be," she drawled as she reclined into the front seat with me bringing up the rear, "unless, that is, if you wanted that to be your only chance." she smirked, and the flash of green from her Christmas light-lit eyes sent a shiver down my spine. I looked down for a second to ponder my options when I noticed she was packing in those baggy pants. That's when she grabbed me and planted a rum-laden kiss right on my mouth. I let out a deep sigh, as if my entire time in Boston, up until that night, was spent breathing in, but never out. I grabbed her face and reciprocated, as I slowly positioned myself on top of her, rocking the swan ever so slightly. "Maybe I'll get just what I wanted this Christmas after all," I breathed into her ear. She slid her hands around my back to hold onto my ass as I rubbed against her package. Then as if possessed by the ghost of Christmas presents, I pulled my feet to the floor of the boat and lifted Alex up with one fell swoop.

"Jesus! You're a lot stronger than you look!" she exclaimed as I took no time pulling her fly open and jerking her Jeff Striker out of her pants. How she hid something so big for so long is still a mystery to me.. I sucked her off until I saw that the head and shaft were well lubricated, then pushed her back down on the cold seat, much to her amusement. I started to pull down my pants and get them off of me when she said, "Stop!". I froze in my tracks. She pulled me closer to examine my well lubricated pussy. "Wow! It's like tiny spider webs!" she whispered in astonishment at the thin strings of cum running from one thigh to the other. "You were worried about me being lubed up?" She mused as she swiveled me around and pulled me onto her.all the way onto her! I felt a wave of orgasm flush my face on the spot as she stared on in wonderment. Slowly, she started to rock her hips. I couldn't move at first, still shocked about taking that much that quick, when the motion of the boat started moving in time with her hips. I closed my eyes, threw my head back and felt like I was on the most erotic amusement park ride of my life. I came up on her cock until I felt the head poking the entrance to my cunt, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and rammed myself on top of her, causing the swan to splash about. Alex let out a gasp, which I found encouraging, and thrusting my pussy down upon her lap time and time again, I let out a howl that could be heard all the way to Lexington. Leaning back, I snaked my hand between her legs to jerk off her clit between my fingers. Her hood and it's contents were so engorged, I immediately thought of steak. and my stomach growled just a little. I could smell her sex wafting up between our parted legs and felt a tremor shake the boat as she convulsed under me and my attentions. Not being satisfied with one orgasm, I let go of her hair to play with her clit while I ran two fingers between her lips and into her as deep as I could go, searching for the spot. She started panting like a dog, and I smiled as she looked up at the sky searching for divine intervention as she came all over my hand. Feeling her rocking her hips in time with her orgasm sent one more pouring out of me again, and I howled again at the bright white moon, which had the best seat in the house.