Karen Ziegler - Her husband_s boss

"Well, I'm certainly glad you enjoyed yourself," June commented stiffly, smiling with wane graciousness. "Kathy seems absolutely ecstatic about you, but then, of course, I always wait very anxiously for your visits here, too."

"Yeah, I have to admit it, I did a great job with that little girl," he puffed absently, as though he had not heard a word June had said. "Well, I guess you could say I was rarin' to go. Max certainly does know how to pick them, by God!"

"Why, Mr. Bates, aren't you going back into his office?" June asked quickly, alarmed that something actually had gone wrong on the bed. God, Max would never forgive her if she had just sat there while the Cummings girl alienated one of their best customers with her girlish innocence about the facts of really satisfying sex.

"Hell no," the customer chuckled cheerily, "I'm just worn out, that's all. Jesus, I haven't had such a fresh young fuck in years!"

"How… nice," June barely managed to say through her suddenly jealously contracting throat. Though she was dangerously far into her late thirties, the well-experienced brunette had never had the least fear of increasing age taking its toll on her well preserved looks. Not until now, that is. Rousing her curvaceous full-breasted body from the chair, she led the now completely dressed man to the back exit of the bedroom, forcing herself to feign politeness as she explained with a low, sultry smile, "I'd walk you out to the hallway, Mr. Bates, but as you may have noticed, I'm not properly dressed to be seen by the secretaries."

"No, you're not," the barrel-bellied little man replied with a lewd little grin as he buttoned the front of his navy flannel suit jacket and ran his eyes up and down her nakedly curved form. Then, as if realizing for the first time that the more mature woman might have felt slighted by what he had said, he patted her buttocks with a patronizing gesture of assurance. "Don't worry, baby, I'll give it to you next time around."

It was two days later and June still felt herself fighting the impulse to scream out loud, to shout out her jealous anger, or worse, to physically attack the sweet-faced blonde lying again in a half-doze of bliss on her, June Stillson's own work bed. But instead, she began slowly to dress for the meeting she had arranged with the little bitch's husband. Her naturally beautiful face was darkened by a bitter smile as she buttoned up the front of her dress and carefully adjusted her well-coifed hair and costly make-up. Actually, there was no need for her to be alluring and sexy for this pre-arranged meeting with Henry Cummings, she mused sarcastically; hell, especially not since she had told him that Max Alexander, the company president, himself, wanted his employee in for a private conference in his office. That good-looking college kid type would come without a moment's delay, just like any other sane employee at Alexander Steel! What Cummings would be a little surprised to find out, though, is that Max would not be there or even know about her, meeting with his magazine editor. If everything went according to the plan that she was now forming in her jealously scheming mind, she would have her own taste of grand revenge before the day was over.

She chuckled to herself with sardonic satisfaction as she left her office and glided toward the elevator, thinking that there would be no one in Max's office but nice, unsuspecting Henry Cummings and the two-way mirror… except, of course for June herself. And she wanted to be damned sure that poor, hurt Henry would come running to her for comfort when he recognized the actual identity of the blonde girl being fucked half senseless by three men on the other side of the mirror. Hell, she mused as her grin widened, a girl had to protect her ego and her number one job against threats somehow.

"Here, Henry, you sit down right here," June said with counterfeit sweetness as she seized the handsome magazine editor's arm and made certain that he was comfortably seated in one of the strategically placed chairs in Max's office that faced both his empty desk as well as the special mirror on the wall beside it.

It was Friday afternoon, two days since Kathy Cummings had worked her first day in the "Public Relations" department for Alexander Steel, and it was also the day that Max always left work early to fly to his week-end desert home in Palm Springs to be there in time for dinner.

"Mr. Alexander said that he'll be with you pretty soon. He'd like you to just wait here for him," June glibly lied.

"Uh…?? Oh yeah, thanks, June," Henry said with a preoccupied air. He was deeply lost in thought when the brunette tressed beauty slipped out of the room, back into her own office again, the door closing almost soundlessly shut behind her. This whole thing seemed very unusual and had him more than a little worried. The mysterious way that June Stillson, Max's very own personal assistant, had come down to see Henry yesterday with only the cryptic message that he should keep his Friday afternoon free had left him guessing for all this time about what was going on.

Henry had no doubt that Max wanted to see him about the omission of the big man's picture in New World Steel but why would he send June down again today just to escort him up to the top floor, leading him into the boss' office through her own office, instead of through the reception room as usual? The young husband became even more apprehensive as he suddenly remembered that, curiously enough, the chief company executive never saw anyone on Friday afternoons. It just did not make sense, he decided worriedly, and with the anxiousness of a man awaiting the Last Judgment, he withdrew a budget report from his coat pocket and began to figure out what costs he would offer to cut back on when Max Alexander informed him that he was cutting down the magazine budget.

Kathy lay naked on the enormous bed in the next room, draining off the last of the third glass of the licorice-flavored liquid that June had earlier urged her to drink, little realizing what was lying in store for her. After what had happened two days ago with that disgusting little man from the silverware company, or whatever it was, the pretty blonde wife had been almost certain that Max's "special drink" contained some aphrodisiac qualities, or she would never have had that overwhelming orgasm that she had experienced with the fat, loathsome businessman. As horrified and ashamed as she had felt, it had taken all of her willpower not to actually thank Max when he had awakened her several hours later and announced that she would be free until the next week. It had been such a relief to simply stay at home, delighting in the honest housework that had irritated her so much a few days… a relief, that is, until June had telephoned early this morning with the message that Kathy would have to come to the office this afternoon.

The beautiful young housewife had felt full of dread and self-pity when June had called right after Henry had left for work. Her sense of misgiving had increased even more when she had arrived at the receptionist's desk a while ago and been hustled off immediately by June to the bedroom, without even seeing Max as she had before. Somehow, the fact that she had not seen the middle-aged executive made Kathy fear that June might be acting on her own authority, perhaps in retaliation for the jealousy that the older woman had obviously felt when she discovered Max with her on the couch in the executive's office. Still, she did not dare defy June's stern commands to undress herself and lie down in the bed, and she had been grateful when she had accepted the several drinks offered to her, hoping that they would somehow calm her nerves.

"Christ, it's about time we got a look at this little blonde you've been telling us about, June baby," a deep masculine voice sounded impatiently as the bedroom door clicked open. "If she's just half as good as this wild pad of yours, it'll be better than anything I've had since you left the Flaming Cockadoo Club."