Scott sat fidgeting in the outer office of KSZX. Hal Ransberg had demanded that he come down to the station at once, dragging him away from his superb session with Monica James, and now he was letting him cool his heels. It was a typical administrative technique to punish an employee who had done something displeasing, and Scott knew it.
Not only did he know it. He resented it deeply.
Rona Barnes glanced up from her typewriter and smiled at him. "Nervous?" she asked, her voice soft and musical.
Scott nodded. "A little. Does he always keep people waiting like this?"
"Sometimes. It all depends."
"On how much he wants them to sweat?" Scott asked cynically.
"Mr. Ransberg can be very cruel when he decides he wants to be," Rona said, her dark eyes showing him she was sincere. Suddenly, she said impulsively, "I'll be here when you finish seeing him. I mean… well… I don't know you that well, Scott, but I know how you feel. He's not easy to work for."
"Gee, that's nice of you, to be concerned about me, I mean."
"I'll do anything I can. I like you," the girl blurted.
"Hey, terrific. Will you have dinner with me tonight?"
"Well, I don't know. It's pretty short notice," the redhead answered, fumbling for an excuse. Then her face lit up in a broad grin. "Of course I'll have dinner with you. We'll decide what time when you come out of your meeting."
"Yeah," Scott said, chuckling, "if it goes badly enough, I may have all night."
"Oh, Scott, you shock me!" Rona giggled, and Scott could tell she was ready to share more with him than dinner.
The intercom buzzed, and Rona motioned him back to the manager's office. Scott's heart sank. Even the prospect of spending time with the beautiful young receptionist did little to cheer him. He was about to face his employer, and he had every reason in the world to believe Ransberg would fire him for what he had allowed to be broadcast last night.
He tapped at the door. "Come in," rumbled the voice from inside.
"I suppose you know why I called you in here," Ransberg growled, shifting his soaked cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other.
Scott fought the urge to say, no, he had no inkling, and nodded his head "yes."
"What do you think I ought to do to you for what you let happen on the air last night?" There was silence. It was another technique designed to put him on the defensive, Scott realized. Ransberg was trying to trick him into designing his own punishment, the bastard.
"That, Sir, I suppose, is up to you. You're the station manager."
"Hmmmmmmph!" Ransberg grunted, waving his comment aside, as though he did not want to hear it. "The board president called me just now. You have one more chance. Unless you play it straight and upfront, you will be out. No more dirty talk on the air, and no more conversations about sex. You understand?"
Scott nodded his head slowly. Whoever the president of the station's board of directors was, he was a powerful man. Ransberg was obviously hating every word he had to say, and that he could do nothing about it. Suddenly, Scott felt an unreasoning surge of power. "I didn't talk dirty or say more than a little bit about sex. The callers did."
"You control that little tape monitor, and we both know it. Ride it from now on."
"Censor the calls, that's what you mean, isn't it?"
Again, Ransberg waved his comment aside impatiently. "Call it whatever you want, just do it."
"Can I quote you on that, on the air, I mean?"
Rising suddenly to his feet, Hal Ransberg struck the desk top with his heavy fist. The ashtray lifted a full inch above the surface and clattered back into place. "Don't you dare say anything!" Ransberg screamed, the veins in his neck standing out. His face was so red now it was nearly purple. "Get out of my office. Just do your damn job around here and don't make trouble."
Scott got up, only too glad to leave. He paused as he reached the door, fully aware that he had won the round. "There is one thing, Mr. Ransberg," he said quietly.
"What's that?" Ransberg snapped, wiping his florid brow with a white handkerchief.
"Last night, for the first time, we had some evidence that people are listening to me." He left the office, closing the door behind him.
"How did it go?" Rona asked eagerly as Scott rounded the corner into the reception area.
He shrugged his shoulders and winked at her casually. "I still have my job," he said.
"Wonderful!" Rona cried, clapping her hands.
"Now, what about dinner."
"Why don't you pick me up when I finish work at five?"
"Good. See you then."
As they finished their steaks, Scott said, "How about an after dinner drink?"
"Do you dare drink before you go on the air?"
He chuckled. "Sure. It makes no difference. From now on, after last night, everybody'll think I'm drunk half the time anyhow."
"In that case, how'd you like to have a drink at my place?" Rona said, her dark eyes focused on him, and her full, red lips forming a smile.
"Love it," Scott answered, his heart rising. Today was a fairly good day after all, all things considered.
Rona's apartment was less than a mile from the restaurant. They made small talk as she fitted the key into the lock and ushered him into the tiny. He looked around. All of the red haired girl's life was available for his glance. There was a small, blue covered love seat, an easy chair, a cheap walnut coffee table, and a braided rug thrown over the grayish wall to wall carpet.
"What are you smiling about?" Rona asked as she brought him a snifter full of brandy.
"Nothing. I'm just happy."
They clicked glasses. "Here's to your keeping your job," Rona said. "I still don't know how you did it, though. Mr. Ransberg was so mad when he came into the office this morning I thought he was going to have a heart attack."
"I'm glad you didn't tell me that before I went in to see him," Scott said, chuckling.
The girl shrugged. "There was no point. I tried to calm him down before you got there, but it was no use."
"Oh? Are you good at that. Calming him down, I mean."
Her cheeks went suddenly crimson, and she looked down into the swirling liquid in her glass. Scott realized all at once that he had teased about the wrong thing.
"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean anything by that."
She shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't matter. You would have heard about it from somebody or other at the station before long, anyway. Mr. Ransberg and I have been the subject of a lot of gossip."
"Is there anything to it?" Scott asked boldly.
"Yes," the girl answered, leveling him with her dark eyes. "There is."
"Oh," Scott said quietly, wishing he had not asked.
"To begin with, it was as much my doing as it was his. I'm a farm girl, from a little town over west of here, and I'd never been anywhere before I moved here to take this job at the station. Ransberg was nice to me, paid attention to me and besides that, he was the boss. He started coming over here to visit me in the evenings. I was so lonesome for home, and, well, one thing led to another."
"I see, and it's still going on?"
She nodded unhappily. "To some degree. I've tried to break it off, but it's no use. If his wife ever found out, I don't know what she'd do to me."
"Why don't you just tell the old bastard you're not having any more of him?"
"I tried that. He threatened to see to it that I never got another job anywhere in town."
"Could he really do that?"
"Who knows? He surely has plenty of connections. He knows everyone in Indianapolis from the mayor on down. He even goes deer hunting with the governor."
Scott let out a sigh. "Well, at least it's nice to know you're not a virgin."
Rona threw back her head and laughed. "Did you really imagine I was?"
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "You never know. Indianapolis is an odd place."
"I'm not from here, remember? Where I grew up we matured early. Farms are like that."
"Oh," Scott answered. He liked the way the conversation was going, but he was not quite sure how he could prod it along. As it turned out, he did not have to. Rona was in a talkative mood.
"We were a big family," she went on, "And we weren't very inhibited."
"Lots of brothers and sisters?" Scott finished off his brandy and Rona poured him another.
"Oh, yes. I had two older brothers and older sister, just about a year older than I was."
"Don't tell me you did it with your brothers, like they do in the ozarks."
Rona blushed. "Yes," she said quietly, "I did."
Scott looked at her, shocked. He could tell she was not lying.
"Does that shock you too much?" Rona asked. "It happens all the time in the country. We were no different from anybody else out around Rockville."
"No, I guess it doesn't bother me. Why should it? You didn't get pregnant or anything."
She smiled. "Not from lack of trying. We were so dumb we didn't even know that was how babies were made. All we knew was that it felt good, and we liked feeling good."
"The first time you had sex, it was with one of your brothers then?"
"No, actually. The first time I had sex with another person, it was with my sister."
"It happened one afternoon when she and I were home all alone. I was about twelve or thirteen, I guess. My dad was out on the lower field, plowing, and my brothers were helping him. Mother was gone, shopping, or to her Ladies Aid Society, or somewhere like that. It was hot. Indiana can really be scorching in the summer."
"Marie, my sister, and I were wearing cut off blue jeans, the way we did in the summer, and hers were real tight. She'd cut them very high on the leg, just to get my brothers all excited, she said, but they excited me too. The material drew up between her legs and show off her little crack almost as though it were bare."
"Anyway," she went on, "On this particular day we were alone. I was sitting in the living room, watching some silly old movie on television when Marie came into the room. Her blouse was open, tied at the waist, and I could see half of her sweet little breasts. She came over and sat down by me on the couch, so close she was nearly touching me. I felt a sudden sexual seizure, and I realized all at once that I liked having her that close to me."
"'Those shorts are getting too small for you, Sis,' Marie said."
"'But these are my favorite pair, just like those are your favorite ones,' I answered."
"'But they're sticking way up into your cunt, Sis,' Marie continued, gazing down at the spot between my legs. I felt a tingle beginning to rise there, just because of how she was talking to me."
"'So do yours, Marie!' I countered. How did she dare say something like that to me when her shorts practically showed everything she had."
"'I know,' Marie said, giggling. 'That's why I like them so much. Every time I move around I feel so good. I get all excited. That's why I wear them all the time.'"
"'I thought you wore them to turn on our brothers.'"
"Marie leaped at me, taking me by surprise. 'You take that back,' she yelled. 'Take that back, you cunty little bitch!' Using both her hands, she pressed my shoulders against the back of the couch. One of her knees was between my legs, and I could feel the bareness of her skin against my naked inner thighs. That felt good. She looked down into my eyes, scowling at me angrily. I couldn't figure out what I'd said that made her so very angry. We both did things to try to gain our brothers' attention. It was kind of a game with us, and Marie and I both kidded about it. Now, for some reason, she was taking me seriously. More than that, though, her bare knee was pressing right up against the small fabric ridge of the crotch of my cutoffs, and I could not keep my mind on the argument. It felt so good, so very good, that my body was tingling right from my toes up into my chest. I couldn't even keep my mind on the fact that we were supposed to be fighting."
"Marie's blouse had fallen open completely now, and her small, beautifully rounded breasts were completely exposed. At their tips rose her smallest things, her little, pinkish nipples. They stood up erect. We had laughed about that so often, how Marie's nipples stood up when she pinched them and made them excited. She had not been pinching them now, though, and they were still standing at attention. As I looked, I thought to myself that those little rosebuds of hers were the most gorgeous things I had ever seen in my life. I began to realize that my sister was turned on, seething with sensual excitement, and as I realized that, I got excited too. All of a sudden, I was acting instinctively."
"My hands went up to caress Marie's bobbing breasts, my fingers curling around her hard little nipples, tweaking them and making them even more erect than before. Marie let out a little cry, half of surprise and half of pleasure. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at me, and as I confined myself to squeezing her nubs, I saw her gaze grow in passion."
"She lowered herself to me, pressing her warm, girlish body against mine on the couch, and I was gasping for breath. Moving slowly, as though we were in a dream, Marie let her moist, trembling lips cover mine, and we kissed for a long time, out bodies pressing against one another insistently."
"We were both perspiring, our bodies shivering with raw arousal, and I knew now that there was no turning back. I had never felt such hunger. My hands kept working over her small breasts, and Marie whimpered and squirmed, her moans becoming louder and quicker."
"'Don't,' Marie cried, 'Please don't do this!' Her mouth crawled over mine, exciting me all the more. We were grinding our lips against one another hungrily, whimpering and sobbing like a pair of animals, and our tongues slid against each other, first in her mouth and then in mine. Marie's saliva tasted so sweet to me. It always did."
"My fingers were fumbling, trying to undo the snaps at the side of Marie's cutoffs. After a moment, I succeeded acid began pushing them down over the smoothness of her pert little rump. Marie was sobbing sensually, and her kisses were getting wetter and hotter and more demanding. She moved continually, squirming against my bare legs, driving me mad with sexual pleasure."
"I was doing a lot of shifting and wriggling about myself, mostly because I was squirming out of my own cut-offs. My body was seething with wonderfully sensual feelings, and I kept sliding my tongue over her sizzling slit, lapping up her sweet nectar. My hands caressed her inner thighs, and as I petted them, more and more of her girlish juices dripped from her seething cunt."
"The two of us wound up on the floor, our mouths glued together, our bodies too full of sexual excitement to hold still even for a second. We were necking as passionately as we dreamed of doing with boys, and both of us were loving every sweet minute of it."
"Suddenly, Marie rolled onto her back, her legs spread wide apart. I looked at her, and her youthful cunt looked like an angry, dripping wound. Instead of repelling me, it drove me to new heights of excitement, and I fell upon her, licking and nibbling and whinning like an animal. I slid my long, hot tongue in and out of her red cleft, and Marie sobbed and shuddered wildly at the fierce and thrilling sensations she was experiencing. I was amazed at the fury of her sexual frenzy. I was in charge now, making my older sister react in any way I decided. I knew I could have her begging just by withdrawing my lips from her hungry, pulsing cunt. I reached up without even looking, my face buried between her long, tapering legs, and grasped her firm breasts with both my hands. I squeezed them, and I heard her cries become more frantic and high pitched."
"'Turn around,' Marie said breathlessly. 'Let me eat you out, just the way you're doing to me!' Well, it took me about two seconds to get into position, and then Marie was slurping up my hot juice too, and the two of us rolled around on the floor, moaning and groaning and acting like wonderfully wild animals. I could hardly believe anything in the world could feel so tremendous."
"Was that the only time it happened, between you and your sister, I mean?" Scott asked. Her story had excited him to the point where he could hardly talk straight. His cock was fully erect, and it throbbed in his pants leg. It was clearly visible in its meaty hardness, and he could tell Rona was looking at it, her dark eyes flashing with arousal.
She giggled. "Heavens no. From that day on, Marie and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. We did everything two girls ever thought of to keep each other satisfied."
"Did you consider yourselves lesbians, then?" Scott asked, half afraid of what her answer might be.
"Lord no! We were just having fun. There's a lot to be said for making use of what's available, don't you think?" Lewd flashed filled her eyes, and she smiled at him sensuously. "I do the best I can, and I don't worry about a thing."
"That's a good philosophy, I guess," Scott said, opening his long legs a little wider to be sure the girl saw what was growing and swelling between them.
"Before long, Marie and I had our brothers involved with us. You should have seen us making excuses to get away from wherever our parents were so we could have sex. We practically burned one another out."
"I bet you miss them, then," Scott said, reaching out to caress Rona's smooth cheek.
"I make up for it with other people now," Rona whispered. Taking his hand, she guided it down to her bosom.