Wednesday afternoon she picked up her five hundred dollars from Mr. Anderson and put it in a savings account.
Because it was still early, she called Martin to ask what he would like for dinner.
The girl on the switchboard informed her that Martin wasn't in and expected to be late in returning to the office.
Melissa was placing her bag of groceries on the kitchen cabinet when a woman appeared at the kitchen door.
A thin-faced blonde peered at her when she opened it.
Melissa said, "Hello, Lois. What's keeping you happy these days?"
The blonde settled down on a stool.
"Happy," she muttered in irritation. "Who's happy? J. D. didn't get home until after eleven o'clock last night and I was fit to be tied."
"Did he have to work late, honey?"
The blonde grunted in disgust. "Work! The only work J. D. does is trying to coax some woman to lay down." She gave Melissa a pitiful smile.
"He thinks I don't know it but he goes to those massage places all the time. He likes fucking those kids they have working there, then when he comes home, his prick shrivels up to the size of a dried-up pork sausage and I have to go without cock again. I'm climbing the wall, kid, I really am. What do you do when Martin doesn't want sex?"
Melissa plugged in the coffee pot.
"I've never seen a time when Martin didn't want sex.
"You should be so lucky," Lois said.
"You say J. D. likes massages?"
Lois got up from the stool to peer into the top of the coffee maker. "To fuck, honey, not massage. J. D. gives the girls money to fuck him. Ain't that a case? Especially when he can fuck his own wife for nothin'."
Melissa had never heard Lois talk that way before. It puzzled her. "You may be accusing him unjustly."
Lois sank back on the stool. "Not on your life, honey. J. D. goes to the parlors and it isn't for massages. If it was, he wouldn't be so tired and I could get a little cock now and then. The other night I wanted to suck him, I wanted it so bad."
Melissa shook her head in pity. "That's too bad," she said.
"In fact, he won't look at my cunt any more. What should I do, Melissa?"
Melissa grinned slyly.
"Do the same thing those girls did. Get a job in a massage parlor.
Lois was pleased by the suggestion. She hugged Melissa, telling her how wonderful she was. "You're a doll, honey," she sputtered. "That's exactly what I'll do."
After she had left, Melissa smiled grimly. She had made the suggestion in fun but it could be the very best advice for Lois.
At five-twenty, the phone rang.
"We had a meeting," Martin informed her in a apologetic voice. "I could eat out if it's too much bother but I'd like to bring Mr. Nagel out tonight. Mrs. Nagel is at some reunion somewhere and I know he hates to eat alone."
Melissa listened with a sinking heart. She knew the reason why Martin was bringing Nagel home-it was time for Melissa to put out for his boss.
It had to be Martin's idea. He wanted her to be nice to him. Possibly even permit him to fingerfuck her.
How far would Martin want her to go? How far should she go? Leading a man on could have very disastrous results. By teasing him, making him assume his desires would be fulfilled, then turn him down, could be dangerous. It could cause Martin to lose his job instead of giving him the promotion he wanted so desperately.
There could be only one answer. She would have to give in, to let Mr. Nagel go all the way. She would have to be nice to him, let him finger her pussy than fuck him even if she had to do it without Martin knowing.
With the decision made, she felt better. She could go about planning how she would do it, what she would say to him, how she would dress for the occasion. She would certainly have to wear something that was easy to take off and would show a lot of skin. It would have to be sexy and skimpy so he could catch a view of her cunt when she crossed her legs. Once his animal instincts were aroused, fucking could be the only ultimate result. Yes, she could tease Mr. Nagel into fucking her; finding a means of getting rid of Martin long enough for them to do it was the problem.
They arrived at six-twenty and she could see by Martin's attitude that he had insisted on Nagel coming. He was very apologetic and he was a little too catering.
"Sorry to put this on you, hon," he told her. "I was certain you wouldn't mind. Lance, here, didn't want to come. I told him you would be insulted if he didn't."
"It was sweet of you to bring him," she declared. "It is such a pleasure to have another man around."
After dinner Melissa gathered the dishes from the table. Martin was casting glances in her direction as if expecting her to say something and his boss appeared very ill at ease.
"Will you mix the drinks, dear?" she inquired of Martin. "What will Mr. Nagel have?"
She listened for comment from the living room.
"Lance likes vodka," Martin said.
Melissa reached for the new bottle. "We're almost out," she said. "There's only enough for one drink. Will you go get some?"
Martin was apologizing. "I'll get some," he promised. "It'll only take a few minutes."
"Some corn chips too. I can't drink without corn chips."
Martin grunted his assent and turned to leave. "Also some cigarettes," Melissa added. "The carton is about gone.
Martin grunted again and left. Nagel cleared his throat.
"Anything I can do?" he inquired from the living room. "I feel a little useless just sitting here."
"Not really," Melissa said, with a wan smile. "I wanted to get rid of him so we could talk. He's been rather upset lately."
Nagel attempted to show sympathy but it came out mostly as boredom. "That's too bad," he said. "Doesn't he like his job?"
"It's my modeling," Melissa said. She laughed and that put him at ease. "I've been doing it for a few weeks for extra money."
"And you come in contact with men?"
He was looking at her, noting the shortness of her skirt, how well she filled out the dress she had chosen.
"Lots," she stated, with emphasis.
"They like to see you wearing clothes?"
"They would prefer to see me taking them off."
She paused, watching his face. He appeared to be dwelling on every word. She could tell he was interested.
He hesitated for a moment, still looking at her, then asked: "Do you ever take them off?"
"If they insist."
He was looking at her legs, as if determining what shape they were above the hem line. His gaze shifted boldly to the area of fabric that covered her pussy.
"You're a very attractive woman," he said.
She thought his voice sounded a little more husky.
"Would you like to see more of me?"
She asked the question because she had to know what he expected of her. Should she just sit on his lap so he could finger her cunt or did he want to get right down to fucking?
His eyes brightened and he nodded. "Yes," he said. "I would."
He had made the commitment. He wanted her to undress so he could look at her, then he would want to fuck her.
"We can do that better in the bedroom.
She motioned that he should follow, led the way. He followed her into the bedroom, then stood silently in the center of the floor as if undecided what to do. Melissa waited, wondering whether she should get undressed or permit him to do it. He appeared a little confused.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her skirt up so he could see her skimpy panties. "Do you want to fuck or suck?"
He was watching her, almost timidly. "I-I don't understand," he said.
"I'm trying to make it easy for you. I can undress or you can do it for me."
He seemed a little dazed but his gaze clung to the point where the narrow width of fabric covered the lips of her cunt.
Then he moved toward her.
She moved back on the bed, pulled her skirt higher, grasped the waist of her panties and pushed them down. Her cunt came into new.
Nagel was in a stupor. After a few seconds, he found his voice.
"What are you doing?" he mumbled.
"Showing you my pussy," Melissa said. "Isn't this what you want? Didn't Martin tell you what to do?"
"Martin?" Nagel repeated the name. His eyes clung to the wisp of pubic hair. "Martin didn't tell me anything."
He was confused. That was it, she told herself He was delighted to be with her and have the opportunity to fuck her, but confused as to how to go about it. She would have to let him know that she understood.
"It's all right, Mr. Nagel. I know all about it. You arranged with Martin to fuck me. Didn't you, Mr. Nagel?"
He mumbled and stuttered, then frowned.
Her smile became a little smug. She was certain she was right. He was gazing at her cunt like he had never seen a cunt before and the way he was licking his lips, he must be getting hot.
"You win, Mr. Nagel. You can fuck me, but I want to know that Martin will get the promotion first."
He shook his head as if in disbelief of what he was hearing.
"Martin already has the promotion," she heard him say. "I was going to tell him tonight. Now, I'm not so sure."
It was Melissa's turn to be stunned. She tried to speak but couldn't. He turned away and she knew she had offended him.
"You better pull your dress down, Mrs. Stanton," he told her in a calm voice. "Your husband might be coming back any time."
She knew now that Marlin had been wrong. Mr. Nagel wasn't giving the promotion on the factor of sex with an employee's wife. He had already selected Martin for the job, but she had gone too far. She had goaded him into changing his mind on the promotion.
And of course, Martin would be very angry.