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Winnie was exhausted after a long day of work. Even though it was New Year's Eve, she had to put in a full day at the office. As a matter of fact, it was a long year, but Winnie was determined to become partner before 35 and that meant she only had a couple of years to work her ass off and that came at a price. A price her parents were not happy with since she was unmarried and with no kids. Hell, she didn't have a boyfriend and she couldn't even remember the last time she had sex. So on this popular party night, Winnie just wanted to curl up on the sofa with a nice bottle of wine and watch some Dick Clark's Rockin' Eve. Those plans were quickly dashed when her best friend Laura called up at 11pm saying she wanted to go out. Winnie was not feeling it. She repeatedly said no, but Laura begged. Winnie felt bad, Laura was going through a bitter divorce and she was struggling with the process. So finally Laura convinced her by agreeing that they would go somewhere close by and that they would be done right after midnight. Just a few drinks and some laughs to prove they weren't old and boring anymore.
The plan was to meet up at a neighborhood bar in 30 minutes where the crowd would hopefully be small. Winnie didn't even bother changing from her work outfit. A simple pleated black skirt that barely covered her knee and a form fitting gray sweater with a tank top underneath. It was work appropriate, but not clubbing attire. However, it did show off her hard earned fit physique and genetically blessed curves. She did after all only make time for two things: work and gym. Laura was early and she was calling Winnie non-stop, so Winnie buzzed her up and told her she was ready to go. A quick look in the mirror to make sure her hair wasn't messed up and her light touches of makeup were still in place was all she could squeeze in before the loud knocks on her door followed by Laura screaming for her to "Open Up"...and "Hurry Up". As she ran to open the door, she suddenly realized she wore thigh high stockings to work that day and they were still on.
More pounding on the door and Laura yelling so loud that the neighbors could hear, made Winnie wash away any thoughts of changing out of her stockings. So she kept them on and quickly opened the door to an already buzzed best friend.
"C'mon girl, it's almost midnight already. Let's go." Laura screamed like a sorority girl.
"It's barely even 11:30. You need to slow down or you might not even make it to midnight."
"I haven't had a drink since I found out Peter was banging his secretary. So fuck him, fuck this shitty year, and fuck you because you are not wearing that shit."
"I just came from work and I am not changing into something slutty. I'm not 25 anymore and neither are you." Winnie exclaimed as she pointed to Laura's overly revealing outfit.
Laura was dressed in a little gray mini-cocktail dress that showed off her petite and slim figure. Her erect nipples were showing through the fabric of the dress without the protection of any undergarments, the dress barely reached down to her mid-thigh and if she bent over the wrong way, you could see that she too was wearing black thigh high stockings. A pair of 4 ½ inch platform pumps completed the outfit that totally screamed out "I'm here for dick and I don't care."
Winnie shook her head, "I haven't seen you wear an outfit like that in ten years and I remembered what would happen when you did. I thought we were just going out for a simple drink or two...not to do something we'll regret."
"I don't regret anything anymore. Besides, I can't just wear an outfit, because I can still pull it off? Because that slut of a secretary can't be the only one who can wear this out and get people like my husband to want to fuck her. I CAN TOO...Because there is a slut inside of me too."
Winnie wanted to respond, "Slut inside? What the fuck are you talking about?" But she held back because she could see the pain in her words. She could tell Laura was fighting back tears and that the alcohol might be the only thing keeping her from losing it. Finally she exhaled and relented, "I'm not changing. Now let's go." She went to put her feet in
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