1st January 2014
New year, new start. Beside the fact that I was late for work and I hadn't finished my deadline, I was almost certain that this year was going to be amazing. Tom and I worked in the same building and we'd been engaged for 5 months now. I've known Tom ever since I started working at the Centre Square Art Gallery and we've been best friends since.
"Babe, we're gonna be late!" Tom shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm almost done!" I replied, smearing my eyes with mascara and sweeping my cheeks with blusher.
I hopped in my Louboutin heels and headed for the car. We set off to work and in a matter of seconds, we arrived outside the building. It was a case of Tom dropping me off outside the main entrance, giving me a small kiss on the cheek and the driving off to the other side of the building where he worked. I walked inside, my heels clicking on the concrete floor and tried my hardest to avoid my boss... who would shout down my neck if he knew I was late.
I managed to escape his wrath for now, but he will soon get me later. I sat down at my desk and my best friend Molly came running over with my Starbucks in one hand her Prada handbag in the other. Molly was my assistant but I treated her like my best friend... because she always put in loads of effort just so I could keep my job.
"One extra strong coffee with extra cream and marshmallows on the top." she said smiling, handing me my drink.
"Thank you Molly! I need this!" I downed a huge gulp of coffee, burning my tongue.
"Busy day?" she asked.
"Busy morning." I replied.
"Well I'll get on with my work then. If you need anything just give me a shout." she told me, rushing off to her desk.
I typed away at my keyboard and quickly finished my deadline. I had to create an attractive poster for an opening at the Art Gallery to attract wealthy dealers and painters to take a look around. It was the same every year, rich people would turn up, stay for a couple of hours, become lost in the beauty of the paintings and then leave with a coupon for a free pancake at the Pancake Warehouse. Personally, I think it's a total waste of time.
"Please do consider visiting the Art Gallery. The opening will take place at 7pm and will be held by the one and only, Mr McGuire, owner of Centre Square Art Gallery." I typed, with the least amount of enthusiasm.
"Sparkle!" my boss shouted. "Finished that deadline yet?"
His nickname for me was 'Sparkle' because my last name is Sparks and he's just a total ass and loves to humiliate me.
"Printing it as we speak." I replied.
"It better be good!"
"Trust me, your socks will be blown off." I rushed to his office and placed it on his desk.
His eyes skimmed the page and he frowned.
"Why did you choose a black background?" he asked, staring up at me.
"I thought it would go well with the theme."
"We haven't got a theme."
"No, I mean, the colour scheme of the Gallery is black, grey and white. I thought it would match."
He winked at me and smiled. "I like your thinking Sparkle! One day, you'll own this business! I'm telling you!"
"You tell me that every year." I walked out of his office and sat back at my desk.
My mobile rang and it was Tom.
"Hey babe." I answered.
"Hey! I was wondering... do you wanna maybe eat out tonight?"
"Yeah sure! Where?"
"No, I mean stay home but..."
"Do you mean order food?"
"No, no. I mean..."
He went silent and it only took me a few minutes to realise what he meant.
"Oh! You mean... eat out in the bedroom?" I asked awkwardly.
"Yeah. I just thought we needed to taste something new."
"I don't know what to say... are you being serious?"
"Urm... okay... then." We'd only ever had sex the normal way... I don't even know what to do with his penis. How do I hold it? What if I hold it too tight? What if I bite it?!
"Okay, well see you tonight then."
"Yeah... love you." he hung up and I sat staring at the screen.
I did consider asking Google how to give somebody a blowjob... but my screen freezes a lot and ... well, you know.
"Molly!" I whispered over to her.
"Yeah?" she replied.
She scurried over to my desk and knelt down at my knees.
"What is it? Why do I have to kneel down?" she asked.
"How do you... urm... give someone a... blow job?" I asked awkwardly.
"I don't... what... is that a serious question?"
"Yeah. My fiancée asked me to give him one tonight and... I've never done it before."
"Oh well..." she stood up and sat on the chair next to me.
I turned to face her and she grabbed my hands.
"Right so... first of all, you cup his balls with your left hand and grab his penis with your right hand." she started demonstrating with her hands and I copied her. "You don't wanna grab it too tight, you just want it to slide up and down your hand. Then... you rub it a little." she moved her hand up and down. "Lick the top of the penis very gently to turn him on a little and then place your lips around it and move your head slowly up and down." she didn't demonstrate that bit so I had to make an O shape with my lips and imagine it.
"What if I bite him?" I asked.
"You have to make sure that you don't... because he won't want you to carry on and it'll kind of kill the mood. So... move your head a little faster and let the penis slip further into your mouth... but don't choke. Do this until it gets harder and he begins to pull your hair... that's the best bit!"
I tried to imagine that bit too.
"He'll eventually come in your mouth and it'll taste salty and a bit warm. You either swallow or spit."
"Swallow or spit?" I asked.
"Swallow the come... or spit it out. Preferably into the sink or down the toilet... don't get it on the carpet, it's hard to get out."
She stood up and straightened her skirt. "Is that it?" she asked.
"Yeah thanks. I'm glad we could have this conversation." I replied.
"Me too. Good luck tonight!" she shouted as she walked back to her desk.
I sat awkwardly staring at my computer screen and tried to avoid making eye contact with Molly. I can't believe she had to demonstrate a blow job to a 21 year old woman!! Especially her boss!