J. Watson: Sister's Rape Lesson

Tracy Dixon crossed her pretty legs and looked about her with an expression of nervousness. Although she had been warned by her sister Maggie of what to expect in the offices of Parker and Hudson, she still had not been ready for the lush carpeted offices where famous people passed casually.

She had already noticed a couple of television personalities and some faces that she’d never seen before except in newspapers or in magazines.

“Miss Dixon,” the willowy blonde secretary spoke sharply. “Mr. Hudson will see you now.”

Tracy tried to control her nervousness as she walked from the waiting room into the inner office of Mr. Hudson. Maggie had told her all about him except how young he was. Tracy was surprised to see a handsome young man seated behind the big desk.

“Have a seat,” he said. “I’ll be with you in just a second.”

Tracy sat across from him and crossed her legs again. She hoped she looked all right. She had always considered herself pretty. She had long blonde hair and very blue eyes and a figure that drove men wild. She had thought herself pretty enough to land any job but she’d already seen a few fantastic-looking women working in the office.

Mr. Hudson finished working with the papers in front of him and he looked up.

“Hello again,” he said. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. We’ve just been so busy lately.”

“I understand,” Tracy said.

“So you want a position with us,” he said. “What are you qualified for?”

“I’ve had two years of college,” she said. “I can type and take shorthand.”

“We have too many typists and people who can take shorthand already,” he said. “In fact, we really have all the people we need in the secretarial capacity.”

“I don’t understand,” Tracy said. “Maggie said you needed new people.”

“Of course we do,” he said. “But not as secretaries. We have a lot of different openings around here. For different types of girls. How would you like a job as an extra on one of our sets?”

“Sets?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said. “I’d forgotten you’re right out of the country. A set is really just a photograph we take. For our advertisements. You know we’re on our way to becoming one of the top advertising firms in the country.”

“Maggie told me a little,” Tracy said. “But you mean you want me to pose?”

“Something like that,” he said. “We have a spot open for a healthy-looking girl. One of those fun in the sun type things. I think you’d be perfect if you look good in a bikini.”

Tracy found herself blushing red under his hot stare. This interview was not going at all like she’d expected. She’d gotten herself all ready to give statistics on how fast she could type, her shorthand, her prowess on office machinery. She didn’t want to talk about her looks in a bikini.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I can make the final decision today. Why don’t you strip down to your undies and I can judge if you’re right for the part?”

“What?” Tracy’s reaction brought her half out of her chair. “I’ll do no such thing. What kind of person do you think I am?”

“You’re Maggie’s sister,” he said. “I certainly didn’t think you’d be shy.”

“Well you can have your filthy job,” Tracy said.

Tracy stormed out of his office with her face still blushing an angry red. Her parents had warned her about that kind of big city interview. She could hardly wait until she got home to Maggie and told her what he’d said.

Maggie was a good girl. She would quit her job immediately and tell that Hudson pervert what she thought of him. That was what Maggie would do.

Tracy was still angry when she put the key into the door of Maggie’s apartment. She didn’t bother about calling out because she knew that Maggie was supposed to be working that afternoon. Working. Tracy said the word out loud with a great deal of bitterness.

Tracy had had great dreams about working in the big city. She’d had dreams of being a secretary to some important man and being always on the go to exciting places and doing exciting things. Instead she’d been asked to take her clothes off like some common slut.

She was so angry she decided she would fix herself a drink. She had never had a drink before coming to visit Maggie. Her parents were very strict and there were few places to drink in a small town without getting caught.

Maggie had fixed her some sort of sweet drink the night before that had been delicious and had made her feel good. She thought she could remember how it was made.

She heard the noise as she passed Maggie’s bedroom. It was a squeaking sound that was barely audible. Her first thought was of burglars. Maggie had told her that a lot of the girls’ apartments had been broken into. The burglars seemed to know when the girls were working.

She stopped outside Maggie’s door. She looked toward the phone but she was afraid to move. What if the burglar heard her? What if he was some kind of animal that also raped girls besides breaking into apartments?

Then she heard laughter and it sounded like Maggie’s. Maggie must have come home early. Tracy remembered her anger and she didn’t bother knocking. She opened the door with a greeting that died on her lips.

It was Maggie all right, but Maggie wasn’t alone. Maggie was naked on her knees in the middle of the big bed. Maggie had her back to Tracy. A short, squat man with burly features stood on the bed facing Tracy. His eyes were closed and there was a look of intense pleasure on his face.

Tracy couldn’t move. She had never been so shocked. Her sister was moving her blonde head up and down very rapidly. Tracy couldn’t see what Maggie was doing but she could hear the sounds. The soft smacking sounds of Maggie’s lips. There was no doubt about what Maggie was doing.

Of course, Tracy knew what was happening. She just couldn’t believe it. She had attended a small-town school where there had been the usual talk about bad girls. The bad girls allowed a boy to put his hand on her breast or feel up her thigh. It took a really degenerate girl to do what Maggie was doing.

“Oh my God,” Tracy said softly.

Tracy was horrified but she couldn’t make herself leave. Maggie’s blonde head was moving faster and faster and the man groaned.

“That’s a good girl, Maggie,” he said. “Suck me. Suck right up! Ohhhhh, Maggggggie!”

The man opened his eyes and saw Tracy standing there. He gave her a smile, showing all of his white teeth. Tracy thought that he was really a vulgar-looking man. He had black hairs all over his chest and his bulging muscles gave him the look of a construction worker.

“Why hello there,” he said. “Would you care to join us?”

Maggie jerked her head away and turned to look at her younger sister. Her face paled. Tracy turned her head away in disgust because she had seen a spot of white at the corner of Maggie’s mouth that could only be one thing.

“Tracy,” Maggie said. “What are you doing here?”

Tracy backed out of the room with her eyes tightly closed. She made it to the couch before she had to sit down. Her knees felt weak.

A few moments later Maggie and the man came out of the bedroom. The man had his clothes on so Tracy was spared the humiliation of actually seeing the place between his legs.

Maggie had a robe wrapped around her.

“Tracy,” Maggie said softly. “Tracy, baby, it’s not what you think.”

“I saw you.” Tracy said. “I know what it was.” Tracy put her head in her hands and sobbed softly. She heard the front door open and now and she knew that the man had left. It was only then that she could bring herself to raise her head and look at her sister.