She thought about listing the things she liked to do as well as the list of the people she'd done them with, but that would be as complicated as some of the things she'd done. She went back and crossed Czar's name off the list, knowing there'd be a person to take his place soon and knowing she shouldn't be too eager to extend the list right away.
Of course, she could have had several more names on it already, for she and Helen had attracted a lot of attention that afternoon. Helen had demonstrated various ways-both subtle and brazen-of attracting admirers. She'd also showed her skill in rebuffing them at the last minute, and the exercise in being a temptress had been both confidence-building and fun.
In bed, she found it hard to sleep. She was disturbed by the visions of tangled bodies and bare flesh that kept running through her brain, and with the projected vision of an endless line of men, faceless but grinning, that stretched before her. She had to sleep, and at length she slipped her hand inside the wispy panties and began masturbating. She'd had a lot of sex in the past few days, more than she'd thought she might ever have in her life, and logically, the masturbation wouldn't do her any good. She learned again, however, that her appetite for sex was not like her appetite for food, and that the more she'd had, the more she wanted. She thrashed and moaned more than ever before in her solitary bed, and when it was over, she was relaxed and sleepy. Just before she dozed off, she began to cry, and even after she was asleep her body went on twitching with sobs for a while.
In the morning she brooded over a cup of coffee at the window. Her habit had awakened her at the usual time, and in the distance she could see the plant. The First Shift would be finishing up their morning's work and the Second Shift would be getting ready to take over. Wives were now preparing lunches; the men in Production were now shaving; executives were tying their ties, and secretaries were primping. And Chuck would be sleeping late at the hotel in preparation for another long day at the convention-there had been two letters from him in her mailbox on her return, and these were now in the trash, unopened. Still staring at the distant plant, she decided to go in to work that day, and having made at least one decision, she felt better. She got up to leisurely bathe and dress, intending to take her time about it, for it wouldn't do to get to work on time when she was on her vacation.
Although it was the most conservative of the three outfits they'd bought the day before, the dress Laura put on looked more suited for a Hollywood party than for a Sulfur City workday. It was dark blue with large white polka-dots. Its hem came to mid-thigh and its white-sashed waist was right up under her tits. She wore red bikini panties under it, knee-length black boots, and nothing else, for she'd shaved her legs very closely in the tub and their smoothness needed no stockings, and with tits like hers and a neckline like that, she certainly didn't need a bra. With her hair brushed out and softly waved, she had the appearance of a little girl with a big figure in that dress, but then again, the boots and the make-up and her practiced smile made her look like what she was, a woman who recognized her sexuality and wasn't afraid to show it off. Although she didn't intend to be at work for long, she'd turn some heads. She had decided to go in just long enough to check with Personnel and see if there was an immediate opening for her at the San Francisco plant. If there was, she'd take it and transfer to the coast without Mr. Markham's help and, hopefully, without even seeing him or Chuck again. If there was no opening she'd resign and become a whore. Helen had said the thing to do was to go to Las Vegas, meet the people who ran the business, and make up her mind then. Now that seemed like putting off the inevitable, and if she couldn't satisfactorily transfer within the company, she'd just pick up and go, for whoring was whoring, no matter how pleasant were a girl's associates.
Walking down the hall at work, she did turn heads and it did feel good, but she didn't create any minor riots and that was a relief. Men she didn't know at all smiled at her, some that she knew gaped at her, and others of her acquaintance didn't even recognize her. She strutted nonchalantly past them all, nipples chafing pleasantly against the soft bodice of her little dress, loins feeling as warm as the red material that covered them.
She phoned Personnel from her desk and was told that a check would be made on San Francisco openings and that her call would be returned. There was nothing to do but wait then, for she wasn't about to do any work on her vacation. She wandered about the office, trying not to let the pangs of nostalgia creep in on her. There were too many things there to jog her memory, though, and at last she returned to her desk, irritated at the inefficiency of Personnel, and began collating data. She'd been at it for twenty minutes when Stanley Phipps came in.
He entered whistling, with the mail bag slung over his shoulder, looking very young. His whistle ended in a gasp and he dropped several inter-office memos when he saw her smiling at him from her desk.
"What're you…? I thought you were on vacation. I… Gee, it's good to see you, Laura. Wow. I mean… it's good to see you at work. You sure look… nice today."
"New dress," she said, and stood up, moving away from her desk, and held the full skirt out at her sides. That drew the hem up so that almost all of her well-shaped legs could be seen. The boy tried unsuccessfully not to gape, and his obvious huge fascination was very pleasing to Laura. She said, "And a new hair-do and some make-up instead of those glasses. What do you think of the new me?"
"I… I like it, I guess."
She took a step forward. "You guess? Aren't you sure?"
"Well, sure. I mean, gosh, you're just… wow…"
"You seem to be having some trouble communicating today, Stanley," she said with a smile. "Just like you're having trouble handling the mail. Maybe this isn't one of your days."
He blushed and stooped to retrieve the fallen papers, and Laura went closer. A yard from him she bent at the waist and addressed the top of his head. "Can I help you?"
He looked up and his rosy cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. His eyes were very wide as he shook his head, and they got wider still as she straightened up and he got a worm's eye view of her legs. When she patted back her hair, she was almost sure the movement of her arm lifted her skirt enough for him to glimpse her red panties. She turned her back on him, sauntered the few steps to her desk, and bent over it to pick up her purse. He was still crouching motionless on the floor, papers in hand, staring at her as she sat one buttock on the edge of her desk and inspected her make-up in a mirror. Laura could hear the sound of his breathing.
"I'm thinking of leaving Sulfur City," she said.
"Aw. no," he moaned, rising, shambling forward.
"It's too dull here. There's not enough action. If I go, will you miss me, Stanley?"
"I sure will. Gosh, you shouldn't go. There's lots of action here."
She regarded him with a superior smile and said, "And what do you know about the action in Sulfur City?"
"Oh, I get around," he said, and dropped another memo.
She touched it with the toe of her boot and said, "Better pick that up, Stanley. It might be important."
He crouched slowly, as if sinking into quicksand, and he kept his eyes on hers until his knee touched the ground, at which point his gaze darted to her tits and then to her loins for an instant. Opening her legs so that she was sure he could see her red crotch, she said, "I think you do like the new me. Do you? Take a good look before you answer."
He looked her over well-as well as a nineteen-year-old kid can-developing a slow grin on his smooth face as he did. And he nodded and said, "Yeah. I always did like you, but now… boy-oh-boy, you're really something!"
"And you're a very sweet boy," she said, reaching down to tousle his hair. The way he held the mail bag against his lap, she knew he had an erection, and she felt a similar stirring within her own body. She wanted him as an addition to her list-conquered all by herself in the privacy of her apartment. The trouble was she'd already gone too far with her heavy-handed flirtation, and now it was up to him to make the advances, something he was too awe-struck to do, apparently. He could only gape at her and bashfully grin. "Do you have a girl friend, Stanley?"
"Huh-uh. I… well… " He shook his head.
"What do you do for fun at night?"
"I dunno." He swallowed hard. "Different things."
"Don't you get lonely at times?"
"I guess so. Sometimes." He nervously wet his lips.
"A handsome boy like you, I'm surprised you don't have a steady girl."
"I'm not… very good with girls," he confessed.
"Why? Don't you like girls?"
"Sure, but… I'm just not very good with 'em. I don't know."
He must have been very uncomfortable, crouching there, vainly trying to conceal his excitement, dying to look directly up Laura's skirt. She was getting excited too, though he hadn't laid a hand on her, and a part of his excitement was due to his discomfort. It was fun to make him suffer a little and she got a kick out of knowing how much more experienced she was than he. His blush had spread to his ears, and now she wanted to see how much more she could embarrass him.
She said, "Do you mean to tell me you don't know how to make love to a woman? Are you saying you're a virgin?"
The first question made him clamp his lips together and the second made him lower his head and stare at her feet. She bent further and took him by the chin to lift his head, and when she repeated the second question she thought for a moment he was going to cry.
"I can't help it," he said. "I just haven't done it. I just wanted to wait till I got married. I better go."
"You'd better stay," she said as he started to painfully rise, her voice a warm caress. "You'd better stay if you ever expect to become a man."
She hadn't expected to be so blunt about it, but she was new at this flirtation game herself, and the heat of her excitement was such that she couldn't let him go stumbling off then. And now, seeing how her proposition was making him pant and grin and blush all the more, she took a perverse delight in her bold aggressiveness.
"Right here?" he squeaked, looking around the office.
"Right here," she said, slipping off the desk and drawing up her skirt to give him a close-up view of the red bulge that emanated her heat six inches from his face. She touched herself there with her fingers and used the nasty word that she so enjoyed. "Want to fuck me, Stanley?"
"Yeah. But I don't know how." His voice was an octave lower. "But I could learn!"
"The first thing you do is take off my panties." She stood holding her skirt up, swaying closer, until he'd hastily set aside his mail bag and was eagerly reaching for them, and then she added, "With your teeth."
"Huh?"
"If you expect to fuck me, little man, you're going to do it my way. All my way. Is that understood?"
She could feel his breath hot on the plumpest part of her thighs as he nodded, staring straight ahead of him.
"Put your hands behind your back and begin," she said.
He glanced back at the door and took a nibble of the elastic waistband. His breath was very moist and his lips tickled sweetly. As he began working it down, she said, "You know if someone comes in you'll be fired." He nodded, pulling the panties down farther in front. Still holding her skirt up, she slowly turned until the hot breath and the nibbling mouth were working at the tautest part of her panties and the second warmest spot on her body. "D'you like that?" she asked, bumping him in the face, and he again nodded.
She turned to face him again and swayed her hips from side to side in order to rub his nose in her pubic hair as he diligently and eagerly worked the panties down. She kept up her smirking remarks and alternated them with hints of impending delights as he groveled lower to get the clinging nylon wisp down her legs.
"I'm amazed at you still being a virgin. Once you've been broken in properly, though, you'll probably be sniffing after every girl in town… and I'm going to break you in properly; you're going to learn a lot in the next few minutes. Or maybe you're more concerned about getting the mail delivered. Clumsy! Can't you get them over my boot tops? Do you think my new boots are sexy? You do? Kiss them, Stanley. Kiss them if you expect to get any farther with me."
His kissing her boots was almost as much of a kick as his kissing her legs as she directed him to retrace the path he'd made with his nibbling lips. She took him by the hair to grind his mouth briefly against her cunt, but he didn't use his tongue because she didn't tell him to, and she didn't tell him to because she was too eager for his cock by then.
When she let him get to his feet he tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away and crouched down to work at his fly. It wasn't a big bulge in his pants, but it was so hard and so close that her hands were shaking as much as his body was. She was taken aback for a moment when she got it out, for little could be seen of its rosy head, which was housed in a protective sheath of very soft skin. She realized she was seeing her first uncircumcised prick, and she was very much aware of her lightly sheathed clitoris as she drew back the foreskin, making him shudder and groan. Then she took it smoothly into her mouth, and it was absolutely delicious, and it was so thrilling to hear his little whimpers of delight that she increased her suction until they'd changed to whimpers of pain.
Laura was dizzy with lust when she stood up to be fucked. There was no better place than her desk, and papers and nameplate were dumped on the floor as she got up on it, her ass on its edge, her body and his wet cock ready to pounce on her. He hung back, though, until she'd opened out her cuntlips and said, "Come on, damn it. Fuck me! Stick it in!"
Grinning like an ape, he came forward and probed at her ripe, easy target, and still it was she who had to make the insertion. The lout simply didn't know what to do, not until he was in her, and then he began humping so rapidly that Laura's senses were sent soaring. He lasted perhaps thirty seconds, not nearly long enough, not even until the fit between them was perfect, and then he was whimpering and moaning and prematurely shooting in her even though she told him, "Wait! Slow down, damn you! Hold it back, Stanley!"
"I just couldn't," he sighed. "You felt so good and I… I'm so much in love with you."
"Don't be an ass," she said, anger replacing her lust as she roughly pushed him away from her overflowing but unsatisfied cunt. "You don't know a damned thing about love, and you know even less about making a woman happy."
"I'm sorry. I tried," he lamented.
"Try some more. Get down there and eat me. Suck my cunt like I sucked your prick, or, so help me, you'll never see me again!"
She had no intention of ever seeing him again, for he was a child and she was a woman, despite the fact that he was older than she. But the game of man and woman consisted of threats and coercion and trickery, and it was high time she used some of those devices to get what she wanted. She got him to use his tongue with another threat, and he wasn't too bad at licking her cunt then. She further enjoyed watching him lick her honey-drooling slit, and knowing that he was doing it all for her, at the lowest ebb of his sexual desire. She felt she might reach an orgasm when the telephone rang, and she held his head in place while she answered it.
"I'm sorry, Miss Dandridge," said the voice at the other end. "We've just communicated with the San Francisco plant via teletype, and Personnel says there are no openings there at the present time. We'll let you know when something opens up there, though."
"Never mind," said Laura and hung up, her decision made.
She'd be a well-paid, well-fucked prostitute, and she wouldn't need fumbling boys like this one. Having lost any desire for him, she pushed him away and he looked up at her hurt, his jaw slack and wet.
"Get out of here," she said. "Go try a high school girl."
"Laura, I'm sorry. Please let me try some more."
"Out," she said. "Now."
She turned her back on him to telephone Helen, confident he was too cowed to even touch her again. Sure enough, she heard him slink out the door as she spoke with her mentor.
"I'm quitting, Helen, as of today."
"Wonderful, dear! You'll never be sorry.
"I know. And now that I've made up my mind, I can hardly wait to go."
"I wish I could take you to lunch to celebrate, but I've got to stay here and wait for a long distance call. Isn't that a drag? Maybe we can have a little party tonight."
"You're alone in the office? Maybe we can have a little party now."
There was a pause, and Helen said, "Maybe we can. I always enjoy having a little fun on company time. Come on up, dear. I'll be waiting for you."
Stanley had taken her panties. With the full heat of desire having returned, she made a frantic search before reaching that conclusion, and stamped her boot in rage at his impertinence. But she didn't really need panties. Short as her skirt was, it covered her loins, and she had to get to Helen-and the satisfaction she so badly needed. She tugged down her dress, patted her hair back, and left the office.
The early lunch crowd was already in the hall. There were quite a few of them, and Laura had a bad moment or two as she thought of them seeing her. But if they did see her, it would be for the last time, and her new personality was such that she wanted to go out in a blaze of glory.
She began swinging her hips enticingly as she strode down the hall, reveling at each of the admiring looks she got. Now she was grateful to little Stanley for having taken her panties and she decided she would add him to her list after all, even though he'd been about as satisfying a lover as the dog-or as Bobby had been toward the end of their orgy. She returned inviting smiles to the hot looks she was getting, and she almost laughed at the idea of what her fellow workers would do if they knew her cunt was bare as well as juicy hot. But that was the way with these craven unimaginative employees of the big corporation; they had no idea of what was going on around them. Laura thoroughly enjoyed her swift walk.
Helen, smiling warmly, locked the door to the plush office behind Laura. When Laura tried to kiss her, she turned away, saying, "We can't get mussed up in here, but we can have our fun. We're going to dyke each other, honey, and not even muss up our lipstick."
"Dyke each other? What's that?"
"It's what the Lesbians do when they're not eating each other," Helen said, pulling up her smart miniskirt, pulling down her lacy white panties.
She looked extremely good to Laura, and Laura grinned and said, "Teach me. Teach me all about Lesbianism."
Helen stopped and frowned. "Hey, don't think I'm a Lesbian-or you, either. We're bisexual, you and me. And if you're smart, you'll stay that way in Vegas, although there are a lot of Lesbian hookers there to try to turn you away from guys. By the way, you'll be happy to know I got the plane tickets reserved for us and that I can make the trip with you."
Belly to belly with the bigger, softer woman, Laura smiled and said, "You were pretty confident about my making that choice. Did you know there were no openings for me in San Francisco?"
Chucking, rubbing her hairy loins against Laura's in a perfectly delightful way, Helen said, "Honey, there wouldn't be an opening for you anywhere in the country if somebody here were to see those pictures we took of you."
It took that a while to sink in. Laura was so hot that Helen had her seated on the couch and was mashing her cunt against hers before she realized that she hadn't had a choice in her future for some time. This woman that she'd almost fallen in love with had been ready to blackmail her, and now the contact of her clitoris with Laura's turned the girl cold.
Not so, Helen. The buxom redhead, encouraged by the wetness of Laura's cunt, was grinding hers against it with increasing ardor. Her painted lips were drawn back from her teeth and her eyes glinted brightly. Nostrils flared and bosom heaving, clutching at the girl and thrusting heavily with her big hips, she looked every inch the degenerate that she was. Although she disclaimed any homosexuality, she was thoroughly enjoying this-just as she'd so thoroughly enjoyed each step in Laura's progressive perversion. Had she been that way all her life-or was it the debaucheries she'd known as a prostitute that had turned her into such a rapacious and indiscriminate seductress? Laura felt she might find the answer to that in Las Vegas, and she wondered if she was then looking at herself, ten years hence. It seemed odd to be able to analyze things so clearly at a time like that. Odder still to watch Helen in the throes of orgasm, heaving and grunting and gasping, looking like a pig.
Laura's return to the office was a much more somber one than her departure. She had to go past the library where her mother had worked, and she remembered that the color of the paint on the walls had been selected by her father, and that he'd taken a can of the paint home for their living room. She walked more slowly going back, and there was no one about now to see her in her shame.
Back in the office, she typed out a memo to Personnel, carbon copying Mr. Markham. In a minimum of words, she wrote that she was resigning, and was so close to tears when she'd finished it that she put it in the "Out" box without reading it. Dejected, she looked about the office preparatory to her last departure from Consolidated Chemicals, and Perry Coleman walked in the door.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked with a grin. "You're still on vacation, aren't you?"
"I had a few things to take care of," she coolly said. "I'm just leaving now."
"Just got here?"
"No. I've been here several hours."
"Bullshit. If you'd been here that long, you'd have come out to the pilot plant by now for a quickie. Is that where you were headed now?"
"I was going home. I still am."
"Come on over tonight if you're busy now. We'll get Helen and Bobby and have a party."
"Thank you, but I'm not in the mood for a party."
He leaned against the wall and smiled insolently at her. "Hell, no, you're not. Not when you can have a party every night in Las Vegas."
So he knew about it too. So they'd all cooperated in setting her up as they had. Well, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing how deeply it hurt her, and how deeply afraid she was. Grinning, she sauntered past him, and as she went, she said, "I'm ready for a party any time you're ready to come up with a hundred dollars, little man.