4
Jeannine had been back at her desk for half an hour when Billy, the
office boy, approached her. Her hair was no longer in braids, but fell in golden
waves down her back. Her blue eyes hid their amusement as the youth entered the
small anteroom outside Tom's office, where she worked.
She was not surprised that he didn't look at her immediately. Her desk
was open-fronted, so that a person coming into the room had a clear view of her
legs beneath it. She always wore skirts or dresses, never slacks or jeans. When
a male entered the room, his eyes almost always made a predictable journey, with
three stops: first to her legs beneath the desk; then up to her breasts,
thrusting boldly above it; and finally to her face, to meet her cool, amused
blue eyes.
Billy was almost on top of her desk by the time his eyes had completed
this itinerary, and when he caught her glance, he flushed slightly. But then he
recovered, clearing his throat and trying to look sure of himself.
"Well," he said, "I got it."
"Got what?" Jeannine asked, though she thought she knew.
"The money," he said. "A thousand bucks. All of it. I saved it up. It
took me a long time, but damn it, I've got it now. Here!" And with a rough
gesture, he pulled a large roll of bills out of his pocket and dropped it on her
desk.
"Why, Billy!" she said, looking surprised. "What's that for?"
"You know what it's for," Billy said. "Come on, now. Don't play dumb."
"But, Billy." She gave a confused little laugh, leaning back in her
chair so that her dress pulled tight over her high breasts. "I don't know what
you're talking about."
His eyes wavered, dropped to her breasts for a moment, forced themselves
up again. "Yes you do, damn it. You remember. I said...I asked you...I mean..."
Jeannine figured she'd better help him out. "I remember when I went down
to the stock room one day and you made a pass at me, and I slapped your face for
you," she said. "Is that what you mean?"
"Yeah. And then I said I wanted to--to make it with you. And you laughed
at me, and then you said you'd do it for a thousand dollars. Remember?"
"Did I say that?" she asked innocently.
"Yeah. And I said did you really mean it, if I had a thousand bucks and
gave it to you, would you do it. And you said yes. And you meant it, too. Don't
tell me you didn't."
"Golly," Jeannine said. "I don't know what could have come over me. And
so you saved up all this time, and now here you are with the money."
"That's right. And I want...I want..."
"You want to fuck me."
The boy caught his breath. "Yeah," he said. His voice broke.
"Well," Jeannine said, "if I really said that, I guess there's no way I
can get out of it. I'm not the kind of person who goes back on a promise, Billy,
I want you to know that. Of course, we'll have to get Mr. Garson's permission
first."
He stared at her. "What?"
"I said we'll have to get Mr. Garson's permission first. I work for him,
you know. And so do you, for that matter."
"Yeah, but--I mean, so what? What's he got to do with it?"
"But, Billy," she said patiently. "I'm Mr. Garson's personal secretary.
I can't just go around fucking people without asking him, can I?"
"But--Sure you can. Why the hell not? What's the matter with you?"
She sighed. "Don't be juvenile, Billy. If you want to fuck me, you'll
have to ask the boss. That's just common sense. Come on, let's go ask him now."
She stood up.
"Wait!" Billy blurted, flustered. "What the--Are you crazy?!"
"Come on," Jeannine repeated, and walked toward Tom's office door.
"Hey, Jeannine--listen, wait a--"
But she had the door open. "Come on, Billy," she said, loudly enough for
Tom to hear. "Let's ask him."
"Jesus," Billy croaked. "I'm getting out of here." He made for the door
of the anteroom, but before he reached it, Tom had appeared in the office
doorway.
"What is it?" he said. "What's going on here?"
Billy hesitated. He seemed on the verge of bolting off, but he couldn't
move. His face was red. "It--It's nothing, Mr. Garson," he got out. "Nothing.
Just a--a joke. That's all."
"Gosh, I didn't think it was a joke, Billy," Jeannine said sweetly. "I
thought you were very serious."
"Serious about what?" Tom asked.
"Billy wants to fuck me," Jeannine said.
Billy got even redder. "Hey, that's not--I mean--Damn it..."
"Is that right?" Tom said. "Well. Why don't we go into the office and
discuss this matter?"
He led the way back into his office and sat at his desk. Jeannine went
in after him, and Billy, after a moment's agonized hesitation, followed.
"Look, Mr. Garson," he said desperately. "It was just...I mean it
wasn't...I didn't..."
"Why, Billy," Tom said mildly. "Are you telling me that you really
weren't serious? Do you mean you wouldn't like to fuck Jeannine here?"
"No. I mean, I...I mean, hell, Mr.Garson. Well--sure I would. But--"
"Well, I should think so. Any young man in his right mind would, I
should think. So what's the problem?"
"Well, I--she--"
"I told him we'd have to get your permission first," Jeannine said. "You
being our employer and all."
"Yes, I see," Tom said. "Well, you have my permission, certainly. I
think it would be very nice."
Billy stared.
Jeannine smiled at him. "See, Billy? That wasn't so hard. Now you can
fuck me all you want--or at least a thousand dollars' worth. Take your clothes
off."
He turned the stare on her, his eyes popping. "What?! You mean...now?
Here?!"
"Why not? You've waited all this time, you must be pretty anxious."
"I...but..." He glanced wildly at Tom. "With HIM here?"
"Don't mind me," Tom said. "I like to watch young people enjoying
themselves."
Billy's face was agonized. "Jesus," he said. "I can't. Not in front
of--I mean..."
"Sure you can, Billy," Jeannine said. "Take your clothes off and I'll
show you."
Billy didn't move.
Jeannine stepped up to him and rubbed her surging breasts lightly
against his chest. "If you take your clothes off," she said softly, "then you
can take mine off."
With a hoarse sound of surrender and lust, Billy began to undress.
Jeannine smiled over at Tom. "Well, Daddy," she said, "I think your
little girl is going to get fucked."
