My first full time job was for a solicitor and one year the annual Christmas party was held at one of the more expensive restaurants at Crown Casino. I was close friends with the receptionist – I just a lowly filing girl at the time – and she asked me to help her choose the menu. One of my choices was the beef carpaccio though I had thought it was something other than what it turned out to be. I don’t like beef normally but I discovered that night I quite like raw beef. Everybody dressed up course, it being a swanky restaurant and all. I had borrowed a dress – hot pink with tassels – from the receptionist and we had our make up done by a make up artist friend of hers. I had been quite pleased with dress, until we arrived at the restaurant where everyone in the dinner party was wearing black or brown and then I felt self conscious about my choice.
It was a good night. I probably drank more than I should have for a work function and was a little boisterous. At the end of the dinner only one of the girls – the new legal secretary – wanted to kick on for a bit. As we left the restaurant I gave my number to a cute waiter who never called. Since we were at Crown Casino we had a few choices. First we went to the sports bar which was packed and we drunk frozen margaritas. We didn’t stay long, there was barely any room to move and after we got bumped for the umpteenth time, we left. Then we went upstairs to Odeon Nightclub. It was less packed, but still busy. It was there and we finally got to dance. I think we were there a while, I remember there was a lot of wandering around the nightclub. On one of our trips from one room to another, a cute greek boy caught my eye. On the way back he stopped me. We chatted for a few minutes and then we all went back to the dancefloor. At some point the workmate left and I went home with the boy.
He lived somewhere south east of the city, in a interesting modern apartment building, the walls and floor a dark grey cement and the bathroom filled with glass. I don’t remember a lot about this boy. We fucked on a bed with white sheets while sunlight beamed through the uncurtained window. The sex was good and he took the lead. At one point he told me that he wanted go down on me. I demurred, too shy for such an act. He was stronger than I and didn’t take no for an answer and so I soon found myself straddling his face. I think this can be a rather erotic and powerful-feeling position to be in, though I felt exposed and a little nervous at the time.
Unfortunately, this was one of the times I suffered one of my more awful hangovers – I believe it to have been caused by the Cointreau - and it was still reasonably early – for a Saturday – when he drove me home. I was feeling quite under the weather on the drive to North Melbourne. I was mortified by this of course, but mostly I was distracted by the nausea. It felt like forever, but it wasn’t that long before I was home and able to crawl into bed.
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