Unknown - Office porn Queen

"Oh! Yes! Oh! You mean -?"

"You won!"

"Oh, yes! I said the company ought to go after the many groups of women who hold conventions annually or semi-annually and make a deal with those groups to furnish their transportation."

"That's it. Go on."

"And I made a list of, oh, it's hard to recall but I looked up women's groups in politics and in the big charities and church groups and big national mothers groups and then the education-field conventions and all that. Scores of chances to wrap up a lot of passenger miles. Make them a price. Get a contract."

"And your idea has been kicking around for a year, but now you have won the prize. Why, the President has been wanting to know why nobody told him that women have conventions, same as men."

"Well, well, well. Let me see my check." Helen opened the envelope. "Why, the sons of bitches. One hundred measly dollars." She remembered then: "But that was the prize as announced."

"Yes," said Hank. "On an idea worth millions. But even so I heard high-level remarks to the effect that a fired employee shouldn't be allowed to win the prize. But I pointed out that you could sue the company, which would hot be the sort of publicity that Wanderlust likes."

"Except that I would never have known."

"Except that I would have told you."

"Oh… Hank!" She put her hand on his. He had hair on the back of his hand. It felt great. Not at all like a woman's hand that had been coddled with creams and lotions.

"Want to hear about some of the old gang?" he asked as he refilled her glass.

"Sure."

"Well, now, your dear old friend Cleo Prentice…"

"Cleo the spy. Let me think. She hired-out to a foreign government and went slinking around in tight black dresses and seducing their secret agents. She handled them five at a time."

"One in the cunt."

"One in the bumhole."

"One in the mouth."

"And one in either hand, jerking like crazy."

"Now, Helen, you have been keeping evil company or you wouldn't know such things. But what really has happened to Cleo is, she now has a staff of three fired lesbian hostesses turned into temptresses. She sits at HQ and receives their reports about trapping others. Her title is: Supervisor, Confidential Inquiry."

"Well, fuck her," said Helen, who was feeling good on champagne. "Except that it's too good for her."

"Oh, she herself is still making it with women. That's an open secret. But she is not a Wanderlust hostess."

"So there!"

"So there."

"Maybe she'll try to make me some day," said Helen with an evil grin. "That would be something to look forward to. Let's see. She spreads and wants me to go down on her. So I do. What she doesn't know is, I have slipped on a set of stainless steel Dracula fangs, and…"

"I must frisk you for Dracula fangs before I get into bed with you. Meanwhile, if you have much more champagne, I'll have to carry you home."

"Wouldn't mind. Long as you drop me right into bed."

He pretended to write himself a note. "Drop right into bed… kiss good night, chastely, on forehead… turn out light… go away."

"You forgot the fuck part. You know what I mean? Where the prick slides into the cunt and goes up and down and feels good."

"Is this the same shy little high-school girl I used to know?"

"And in those days you had your mind on nothing but the good of your airline, didn't you? Oh, Hank," Helen said, laughing, taking his two big hands into both of hers, "What's Carlotta doing these days?"

"Selling stock in her Buenos Aires establishment."

"Establishment?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"You still want me to be the high-school girl, don't you?"

"I wish we could relive it," he said softly, and he scratched his nails along her palm.

"Oh, you nasty man. Well, I wish you could have heard what some of the kids said about you after they saw us together in the ice-cream parlor. Like, 'Hey, Helen, bet your captain got his hand cold with ice-cream and then felt you under the table to give you a special thrill.'"

"Wish it had occurred to me. Do you like a cold hand on your twat?"

"Let's try it. And, oh, 'Hey, Helen, he's gonna fly you free in his airplane and fuck you in the cockpit. That's why they call it the cockpit.'"

"Conference rooms are a lot more comfortable."

"Oh, Hank, when you said, 'Hello, Helen,' while I was finger-fucking and thinking myself all alone, wow, that was a shock!"

"I should have arranged to have Cleo Prentice murdered on her way to the short-wave phone. But I was kind-of tied-up with Carlotta, right then."

"Oh, weren't you! Carlotta is a wonderful gal. Next time you see her – and I know you will – give her my love. Next time you see Cleo Prentice, spit in her eye for me."

"Both eyes."

"Can I have some black coffee?"

"They call it demitasse, here."

Demitasse and French sherbet. Memories and a dream man. Heat in the cunt. Tingling in the tits. Helen felt just fine.

"Hank, do you remember our first time?"

"First and only, so far and yes, I remember. I remembered it all the way from Seattle to Hong Kong, the other day."

"That's what you tell all the girls. But Hank… I remember how scared I felt, going up to your room in that big-city hotel…"

"In Milwaukee, it was, where you had gone to visit your aunt, who didn't mind your taking a couple of hours to go sightseeing by yourself. You were hundreds of miles away from home. And I didn't wear my uniform."

"You thought of everything."

"One tries."

"You were right, a big-city hotel is an impersonal place. If anyone took notice of me, they assumed I was visiting the city with my parents who had a room upstairs. Just get into one of their dozen elevators and push a button. Up you go. Your door was unlocked, just as you had said it would be."

"And nobody saw us together."

"Hank, you're a handsome sight, naked."

"You mean, my uniform does nothing for me?"

"You have a handsome ego too, my friend. Oh, Hank, when I entered your room and you took me into your arms, I wasn't scared any more."

"I remember."

"And I remember that I said that my only experience with a prick, so far, had been with my mad uncle's. So I got down on my knees, to see at close range. And you showed me the sensitive places around the head of the glands and you explained to me about a man's balls and why they must be handled carefully. It wasn't that I really, really had never heard such things before, Hank. You know, girls in locker rooms. It was that I wanted to hear them from you."

"You also assumed a kneeling position in front of a man with a hard-on."

"Oh, I remember I felt a little disappointed in your having a hard-on already, because I wanted to lick you into one."

"If you had found me without a hard-on while I waited for a lovely girl to join me in bed, you would have had reason to be insulted."

"I was awfully unsophisticated."

"Like, kneeling before a man with a hard-on, ready to lick."

"Oh, that. It seemed like a sophisticated thing to do."

"Girlie, when you closed that luscious coral mouth around the head of my prick, I became the most surprised and pleased man in Milwaukee and for miles around."

"You acted as though it felt good. You gasped and grunted and you pushed on my head to make me take it in deeper, but you pushed gently, I remember. You told me to use my tongue more, and when I did, and I felt you get all shaky, and your prick jump around in my mouth, I just tongued you more and more."

"Believe me, girlie, your little warm hand on my balls at the same time almost got you a mouthful of pearly-white jisum right then."

"So then we went backward to the preliminaries."

"I would have felt cheated if I had fucked you without first having had my hands full and my mouth full of your very pretty tits. Even back then, when you were seventeen, you had two terrific goonas, and they grow more terrific every year."