Liam's Sendoff

A bit before 5:30 staff began to trickle into the second-floor lounge individually or in small clusters. Cecilia and the Administrative team had gone all out, as per usual. The company was small enough that the staff felt more like an extended family than coworkers. This was reflected in the efforts they took to send off and welcome members of their nerdy family. Tonight, administration had done pretty standard fait of a home-made banner proclaiming 'Farewell Liam', a table of assorted snack foods and desserts, a table of assorted drinks including several large bottles of rum and a couple of wine, and a sound system for some party music. The couches and chairs were pushed to the edge of lounge to provide more space for dancing and the inevitable conversation clusters.

Within minutes of the clock striking 5:30 PM, the lounge was filled with every member of the staff. Liam had been a valued member for nearly 7 years and would be sorely missed so no one wanted to miss saying good-bye. And if that wasn't enough motivation, Random Name Studios threw legendary parties. The proof was obvious to see, with **** flowing freely, plenty of sweet and salty food, music designed by their own music team thrumming through the air, and far too many hot people for one room. Some found it odd that a video game studio had so many model looking employees, but those that new John and those involved in the hiring process did not find anything odd about it at all. John and the recruiting committee also had a knack for sniffing out those who would be more, open to particular experiences. Experiences that John made sure were quite commonplace at RNS parties.

Once Cecilia notified John that everyone was accounted for, somehow Cecilia always managed to know exactly who was in a room, John stepped up to a microphone hooked to the sound system, "Attention everyone! Welcome and thanks for coming. It for a sad reason we are gathered here today. Liam, one of our oldest colleagues, scratch that. Friend. He is moving on. We will of course all miss your easter eggs, pranks, and stamina," small wink, "I know the ladies will for sure," the crowd laughed and those around Laim gave him playful pats on the back, "Needless to say, we want to send you off in true Random Name Studio fashion, with a party you will never forget! Or maybe you won't remember in the morning. Either way, my goal is accomplished," John raised his glass of sad send off rum, "To Liam, a true friend, a dedicated worker, and a man worthy of the best party!"

A chorus of "To Liam"s resounded through the room as everyone took a swig of their rums as was tradition. John smiled around at the room, "Now I'll get out of the spotlight and let this party get underway. By the looks of it Blake is already plastered so I suggest we try to keep up!" he stepped away from the mic and rejoined the others.

The music started back up, a song alluding to sex in every line composed by none other than Blake who was sauntering up to Liam in a very drunken sway. She tended to bang back a couple of shots the moment **** was available to get a warm buzz going, then she would let it gradually wear off so she could take advantage of the steadily lowering inhibitions of her coworkers. She tugged at Liam's collar and licked her lips seductively, "I sent you a few pics to remember me by," she winked, "You also get dibs on me tonight. We wouldn't want to miss out on our last chance for a good long fucking, now would we?"

Liam grinned, "I don't think I'd ever forget you."

Blake smiled, "You say that now, but a dicks memory is only as far back as its last pussy."

"Well why don't we go remind it?" Liam said as he guided her out of the room.

The pair made their way into a side room with a couch and Liam dropped his pants. Without prompting, Blake was on her knees giving him a deep throating blow job with vigorous tongue action as though her life depended on pleasing him. Once satisfied he was really worked up, Blake dropped her pants, handed him her panties with a wink, "Keep 'em," and move to straddle him while pushing him onto the couch. Blake rolled her hips while Liam thrust upwards. He soon slid his hands under her crop top and began to knead her substantial breasts and tug on her perky nipples. As was usual, there was no bra to interfere with his movements.

Blake moaned and swore in ecstasy quickly succumbing to her first orgasm of three during their vigorous session. Liam for his part maintained his steady yet fast pounding of her tight warm and gushing pussy until he felt his balls clench up for the first time that day. He pumped himself dry inside of Blake and slid out, knowing he would miss that skilled fuckhole.

They were gone for a solid fifteen minutes before they returned, one of Liam's shorter fucks. Blake with far messier hair and jeans undone, no sign of panties below. If her hips weren't so defined, the pants would have slipped right off.

Anthony and Susan clapped Liam on the back good-naturedly and Susan said, "Got the customary Blake send off out of the way quickly, I see."

Anthony chuckled around his drink, "I think that might have been a record for her patience before jumping whoever was leaving."

Liam joined in the laughter, "Last time we had a going away party she dragged her prey away before John even finished the speech!"

Blake was already long gone, in search of her next fuck. A dom or sub, it didn't matter to Blake. She existed outside of the hierarchy. She fucked everyone in every way imaginable, and she would do so as many times as possible.

Owen slipped into the conversation with Liam and informed him that he would send Liam any footage of Liam's exploits from the evening. With a firm handshake and a heartfelt good-bye, Owen moved on to find himself some pussy.