12
Deborah left Tom's office and went back to the steno pool, where she
worked. As she approached her desk, she saw Stanley Banks, the supervisor,
eyeing her balefully. He knew what she did when she went to the boss' office. He
hated her because he couldn't afford her, and because no matter how careless she
was about her work or about getting to the office on time, he couldn't fire her.
Tom saw to that.
She sat down, and a minute later, as she had known he would, Banks got
up and walked toward her desk. he was middle-aged, fat, and balding, and he
sweated a lot. He was so unattractive that even if he could afford her, she
would have charged him double her usual rates, and she had told him that.
He stood in front of her desk and spoke in a low voice, so the girls at
the other desks wouldn't hear. "Well, how much did you make this time, you
whore?"
"That's my business, Mr. Banks," she said coolly, switching on her word
processor. She had been in the middle of transcribing something when she had
been called away.
"It's your BUSINESS, all right," he said with sneering sarcasm. But he
couldn't hide his fevered curiosity. "What cute little tricks did you do for him
in there, hmm?"
Ordinarily she would have told him again to mind his own business, but
he was getting on her nerves more than usual, and something made her want to
torment him further. "As a matter of fact," she said in the same cool voice,
looking straight into his eyes, "he was with Jeannine. They were naked, of
course. She had some come on her face, and I licked it off for her. Then I went
down on her and ate out her cunt until she came. Meanwhile, he got off by
fantasizing about stringing me up and whipping the hell out of me. Is that what
you wanted to know, Mr. Banks?"
Banks' face was red. He licked his lips. "Jesus!" he breathed hoarsely.
"That should give you something to think about," Deborah said, "when you
go to the men's room for your daily jerk-off session."
His pig-like eyes blazed with rage. "You bitch!" he spat out. "I'd like
to--"
"I know you would," she said sweetly. "But you can't." Deliberately, she
breathed deeply so that her breasts swelled even more enticingly against her
sweater; those breasts that he coveted so much and could never have.
His mouth worked silently, but then without another word he turned away
and went back to his desk. She could tell he had a hard-on. He sat at his desk,
and she felt his eyes on her again. Probably he was already playing with himself
beneath the desk.
Maliciously, she hiked her skirt up to show more of her bare thigh, and
began to type.