Monday morning the girls in the typing pool were congratulating Amy. She had just gotten a great assuagement. She was going on tour for one of the companies Carpenter and Adams represented – demonstrating cosmetics in department stores all own the country.
"I hear you and Jimmy Marks finally hit it off together," Amy said to Janet at coffee break.
"What do you mean, finally?" Janet answered with an amused grin. "I've been here just one week. I call that fast work."
"Don't let any moss grow under your feet," Amy said. "I owe Jimmy for this assignment. He introduced me to the right person, the client in charge of sales."
"Where'd you meet? In bed?"
"So what's wrong with that? It's all a game, honey. Advertising is based on sex, isn't it?"
Janet laughed. "Sounds like something Jimmy Marks might say."
"Exactly," Amy said. "He's the one put me wise. And listen, you're a hell of a lot prettier than me. And smarter. No telling how far you can go."
Just before noon Dee McGuire came by to take her to lunch.
"I'm sorry Dee," she told him. "I have a lunch date today."
He gave her a lingering, disappointed look. "Sure," he said. "Some other time."
"I believe Linda is usually free for lunch," she said.
He gave her a slightly startled look at the suggestion that he should have lunch with Linda. "Oh, that's okay," he said. "I think I know somebody."
Janet took her purse from the bottom drawer.
She patted it affectionately. It contained the keys Jimmy Marks had slipped her earlier that morning – the street-door key and the apartment key.
She waited there. The inside of the apartment was quiet, except for the muffled sound of traffic. And she wished this were her own place.
She grinned to herself. The wall bed was carefully made up. There was a large open box on the bed with a note. WEAR THIS, the note read. The box contained a see-through black negligee.
She went into the bathroom to put it on. She could see the rosy tips of her nipples poke at the thin material, as if they were about to burst through.
She sat waiting impatiently on the couch. Maybe Anders wasn't coming. He was a married man. A very discreet married man, Jimmy had told her. Maybe he got scared and wouldn't show up.
Just then she heard the buzzer. She got up and crossed the room to push the button that would open the street door. She waited several minutes.
She heard a soft knock at the door. She put a smile on her lips before opening the door.
"Mr. Anders!" she said lightly, as if pleasantly surprised. "Come in."
He was big, beefy, middle-aged. He had thick black hair. There was a hint of jowl.
He stared at her with a stunned expression as he stepped inside. Beads of perspiration glistened on his forehead and upper lip. He was wearing a dull conservative business suit.
"God!" he whispered. He was breathing heavily.
"Mr. Anders," Janet said again, her smile widening.
She thrust her boobs farther out. He made a quick grab for them. But his touch was gentle.
"Please," he said homely. "Call me George."
"George," she said seductively.
He thumbed her pointed tits through the material of her negligee.
"Please excuse me a moment," he said politely.
And he went into the bathroom. Janet arranged herself on the bed. Sitting with her back propped up with pillows, letting the negligee flow open.
He came from the bathroom naked. She rather liked his raw-boned, beefy body. It was a comfortable body, a powerful body, a body to snuggle close to and feel protected. His cock was thick, not too long, half-hard.
He gasped when he saw her, lying atop the covers, her negligee opened, revealing breasts with tits that were stiff with excitement, revealing her cunt that had begun to oil up.
"Ehhhhh!" The sound that tore from his throat was lustful, animal-like, as he rushed towards the bed. He lifted one of her feet to his lips, kissing her toes.
"God," he groaned. "I've worshipped you ever since I saw you for the first time!"
He ran his tongue up her leg, up the inside of her thigh. He clamped his lips around her pussy mound. Janet drew in her breath.
"Oh, yes, yes," she whispered, arching her back. His tongue felt hot and juicy as he busily laved her muff, making it hotter, drawing out the juices. He pulled the pussy-lips apart, dove his tongue in deep, swirling it around her dripping cuntwalls.
His hands shot up to clutch at her titties. And his tongue moved up, up her flat belly. Then she was holding his big, raw-boned body close to her and he was suckling her breasts like a hungry baby at feeding time.
She lifted her legs, her knees bent, legs pulled well apart. Her cuntlips opened wide for his thick cock to enter. He fucked fast and lustily, sweat pouring down the sides of his face. She noted his bloated belly and the way he stuck his tongue out he fucked with all the strength in his big body. She knew he would not last long at such a fast desperate pace. She worked at trying to make it with him. But he was too quick for her. He came with a loud grunt and fell atop her. She felt crushed by his heavy, slick sweaty body. His cock softened quickly and slipped from her cunt. She whimpered with frustration. He rolled away from her.
"Oh God," he said softly.
She lay waiting for him to get up. She wanted him out of the apartment. She wanted to take a cold shower. Oh God, she wanted him to fuck her again so that she could shoot off. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. She touched his broad back with her fingertips.
"Poor Beatrix," he moaned softly. "She's a saint. Why do I do this to her?"
He turned to her. There was no hate in his eyes, only sadness, regret.
"I love her," he said. "My wife. Why do I do this to her?"
He didn't expect an answer. Janet waited for him to leave or to burst into tears.
"What if she should find out what I've done?" he said.
"She won't find out," Janet said, her voice hollow.
"But if she should? If you told her."
"Why the hell should I…" Suddenly Janet understood what was expected of her. She understood his fooling of guilt.
"After all," she said, making her tone hard. "You're giving me that nice job."
"Job?" He was not good enough an actor to appear genuinely surprised. "Oh yes, as Gene Drury's assistant. Yes, if I that for you…"
"My lips would be sealed."
"The job is yours!" he said anxiously. "And another thing…"
"Yes?" He knew what she was about to say and could not hide his eagerness to hear it.
"You must meet me here every Monday at noon."
"Please, I couldn't do that to Beatrix." He could not keep the excitement from his tone.
"You must. Otherwise…"
"Oh yes, yes, I'd be here!" he cried with mock fear aid genuine pleasure.
At the coffee break that afternoon Janet wolfed down two doughnuts, having missed lunch. Jimmy Marks paused by her desk long enough to mutter, "Meet me on the staircase."
He was leaning against the wall when she went out to join him. She started to give him back his keys.
"You keep them," he said. "They're duplicates. You did just fine. Only you should have told him to meet you at least a couple of times a week instead of just on Mondays. That's the only thing that disappointed him."
"He shouldn't be so greedy. What a deal! He has to believe he's being forced into it to satisfy him conscience."
"It takes all kinds. How do you feel?"
"Fine, I start the new job tomorrow."
"No, I mean how do you feel?"
He pressed the palm of his hand against her pussy. Janet drew in her breath. Her pulse raced.
"He's kinda quick on the trigger, eh?" he said.
"Not like me, eh?"
She hated his smug, handsome face. But she loved the hot masculine nearness of him. She saw the big bulge at his crotch.
"You been standing out here with that?" she said, hating the tremor of excitement in her voice.
"I've been carrying it around all afternoon," he said. "For you. I figured you'd need it."
"Bastard!"
He unzipped his trousers, pulled his hard cock free for her to see.
"Wet it for me," he said.
"Here on the staircase? You're crazy!"
"Nobody uses this staircase. Give it a quick kiss?"
"I will not," she said, although she was tempted. His hand went up her skirt to encounter the feel of her silk panties.
"Shouldn't wear underwear," he said. "I could love up your cunt a little with my tongue."
"My God, you are crazy," Janet said. Her voice was weak, trembly.
His fingers worked up under her panties. Two fingers moved across her clit.
"Ummm, just as I thought," he muttered, "nice and juicy and hot."
He took her hand and moved it to his stiff, twitching prick.
"Pull on it," he said thickly. "I want to go off in your hand."
"Jimmy, this is crazy," she said breathlessly, her throat tight. "Why waste it on a quickie here. Why not later… the apartment."
"We'll have it later too. I can't wait till then. I'll be better if you let me come off in your hand now. I'll last longer."
"Yes," she whispered. And she began to move her hand up and down his slick cockflesh.
"It's kind of exciting like this anyway, eh?"
He worked one of his fingers up her coozie. Yes, she thought. For a change. But dangerous too. What if someone caught them?
His finger twisted around in her quivering pussy. She felt his cock swell and throb harder. With his free hand he began feeling up her boobs, pinching at the hard nipples through her blouse. She thought she would go mad. Wildly she wished they could fling off their clothes and sink to the concrete floor, right here on the staircase. God, she wanted more than just his finger up her cunt!
"Hold off a minute," he warned, easing her hard away from his dick.
He crouched down and tugged her panties down her legs. He pressed his face tight against her snatch and dove his tongue into her cunthole. Janet leaned back against the wall, holding her skirt up to her waist, rolling her head from side to side, biting her lips to keep from moaning. She heard the slurping, smacking noises his lips and tongue made eating her out.
"Wild, wild, wild," she whispered.
She thrust her pelvis farther out. Her desperate fingers dug into Jimmy's shoulders. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out. And she shut her eyes tight. Her body convulsed in orgasm. She clutched Jimmy's shoulders tight, almost toppling over. She bucked her hips back and forth until Jimmy's firm hands on her ass held her tight so that she couldn't move. His tongue lapped up the final deliciously bitter secretions. He stood up, grinning.
She fell breathlessly back against the wall. "Wow!" she whispered. She opened her eyes. Jimmy's cock twitched. Janet took hold of the slick hard meat and pulled on it. Jimmy slid his finger back up her gushy pussy and began finger-fucking her. She felt his cock swell harder.
"It's coming!" he gasped, shoving his finger farther up her cunt.
The milky jism shot hard from his dick, followed almost at once by another heavy spurt. Janet managed to catch most of it in the palm of her hand. He grinned and gave her his handkerchief.
"Let's make a night of it," he said. "How 'bout meeting me at that bar on the corner after work."
"Ummm," she moaned as he kissed her. The taste of her pussy still clung to his lips.
The bar, as usual, was crowded at the cocktail hour. Janet waved to several people from work.
Jimmy wasn't there.
Then she saw horse-faced Miss Blake wave to her from the end of the bar, inviting her to join her. She saw no way of getting out of it. She took the barstool next to Miss Blake.
"Janet, hello," Miss Blake said. "Let me buy you a drink in welcome."
"Welcome to what?" Janet smiled.
"To the best damn agency in California," Miss Blake said. "I haven't had a chance to before. What will you have?"
"A vodka gimlet. Thank you, Miss Blake."
"Now now, away from the office we are not so formal. You must call me Edith."
She ordered drinks for both of them.
"I knew you wouldn't be in the typing pool for long, Janet," Edith said.
"You mean you heard about…"
"News travels fast," Edith smiled. "The world of the agency is a small, small world. So – congratulations. It's nice to have the right kind of people to help you along – not that you're not capable of doing it on your own. You're intelligent and – beautiful."
Janet felt smothered. She wondered just how many drinks Edith Blake had drunk.
"You're way out of my league," Edith continued dolefully. "A few of the plain, timid little office drudges, hoping for a pussy little raise in salary – that's more my speed."
"Miss Blake, you shouldn't be telling me these things," Janet said, trying to sound formal and friendly at the same time. "You'll hate yourself in the morning."
"The hell with it. Everybody at the agency knows about me. It takes all kinds. And listen… I could tell you plenty about some of the others… George Anders for instance."
"What about George Anders?"
"Never mind," Edith said, with a crafty smile. "His sex life isn't the deep dark secret he thinks it is either… Anyway, here comes Jimmy Marks. I guess you're here to meet him."