Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

"Hell, I couldn't guarantee that she'd cooperate."

"You just get her in my office, still believing that she owes Eko-Klean some money, and I'll take care of her from there!" Foxx smiled. "Hell, Art, I was working this same angle when you were in knee-pants!"

On the spur of the moment, as the idea flitted through his mind, Hartman suggested, "All right, damn it, I'll get her here, but I hate like hell to give up on her. I was figuring I'd have her in the sack four or five more times, at least. Say, what if we both fucked her… at the same time…?"

To Arthur's surprise, Hugo agreed to it. As far as Hugo was concerned, it was a minor concession. Every now and then he liked a change of pace too! It'd been quite a while since he'd had such a party. Hell, I'll go along with him on that, but what I'd really like is to have two women… at the same time!

Leon Brooks, an intelligent, hard-working man who was tired and pressed for time, since he was working long days and much of each evening, should have realized that somehow his wife's explanation that she had bought the new washing machine with her Eko-Klean commission money, didn't wash clean at all, even if the new machine did. He didn't question it, although it stuck in the back of his mind that she hadn't been working at her selling job long enough to have brought in that much money. Fatigue caught up with him, even while they were talking about it. They were in bed. He had a transitory interest in sex, just before they crawled in between the sheets, but there are times in all men's lives when their bodies' crying need for rest, untroubled sleep, is greater than their sex drive. So it was with Leon. He went to sleep, his deep breathing and faint snore telling Virginia that there wasn't any hope, at least for that evening.

Ever since that day when Arthur Hartman had forced her to submit to him, she had been burdened by a crushing sense of guilt. There was no way she could assuage those feelings either; she couldn't tell Leon about what had happened, unless she were willing to risk a complete breakdown of her marriage. And the only way she was going to be able to pay off Hartman was to earn the money. To that end, she, too, was working every available hour she could get, sandwiching sales demonstrations in between her regular household chores; then, desperately, she began to leave some things undone, as she hustled about, following up every possible lead. She hoped against hope that Leon wouldn't discover her dereliction in housekeeping, as well.

One thing to her credit in all of this was that she was actually selling, increasing her volume by leaps and bounds. She was also able to sign on three more people under her sponsorship. Just as soon as she could get to it, she planned to apply for it officially; meanwhile, she was just too busy to contact the main office about it, and she definitely didn't want to get in touch with Arthur, unless she absolutely had to do so. In just three days, she had made commissions of fifty-one dollars and forty-two cents. Only a hundred more dollars to go! She exulted in it, but wondered whether she could keep up such a killing pace. God, I'll have to do it! Under no circumstances did she ever want to prostitute herself again! The humiliation and degradation she had suffered were almost too much to bear… not to mention the guilt she carried around with her.

The telephone call from Arthur was heart-stopping. Fortunately, Leon hadn't come home yet from his service station, because she had a good cry after Hartman had hung up.

He had told her, "Mr. Foxx wants to see us in his office tomorrow at two-thirty!"

"U-us? Do you mean he wants you there, too…?"

"That's right, baby!" His voice had sounded grim. "Mr. Foxx is pretty sharp, and I think he's found something wrong with our accounts!"

"B-but I thought…" she had stuttered. "I thought you… had c-covered it… and that I-I was in debt to you… personally…"

"Well, I guess I was a little short, myself… and I didn't think it'd be noticed for a week or two," he had lied glibly. "Anyway, we've got to show up there! And be on time! Mr. Foxx doesn't like to wait for people!"

Virginia was sure that her whole world was tumbling in on her. Now she was short one hundred and fifty dollars instead of the hundred she had figured, since Hartman had told her that his little sex session with her was worth at least fifty dollars. It's really the Eko-Klean company I owe it to! He lied to me! Oh, my God! He lied! Now what can I do?

She was all finished with her heartbroken sobbing and had bathed her face and eyes with cold water so it wouldn't show, before Leon arrived.

There was one tremulous moment that evening, after Leon had made love to her, when she was on the verge of telling him everything and throwing herself on his mercy. If he can find any in his heart for me after I've confessed it all… The thing that stopped her was the terrifying thought that he might not be willing to forgive her; that he would leave her. It was a paralyzing, almost pathological fear that kept her from saying anything to Leon. She didn't even mention that she had to go in to the city to the main office the following day.

Virginia had never met Hugo Foxx, the Area Supervisor. He had spoken briefly at a sales meeting she had had to attend, and her impression of him was that he was a hard-as-nails businessman who would stand for no nonsense, especially as regarded to money, company money. When she arrived at his office, she still hadn't the slightest idea of what she was going to say in defense of her actions. Several things had whirled confusingly through her mind, but in the end she had to admit that there wasn't much she could say, except to tell the truth. The other thing uppermost in her mind was a wild idea that she could offer to pay it off, foregoing all of her commissions until the debt was cleared up. Above all, she would plead with him not to press charges or try to collect the debt from her husband. She knew that it would all be highly irregular to a trained business mind such as Mr. Foxx's, but she would just have to make him understand, more successfully, she hoped, than she had with Arthur Hartman.

With weak-kneed legs, she entered the Eko-Klean outer office and presented herself to the secretary-receptionist.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Brooks Mr. Foxx is expecting you, but you're early. Please have a seat for a few moments." A tight, secretive smile bordering on an outright smirk curled the secretary's sensuous lips as she watched Virginia turn away to take a nearby chair.

As she sat down and carefully crossed her nylon-clad legs, Virginia asked, "Is Mr. Hartman here yet?"

"He's with Mr. Foxx now."

The woman's frankly appraising look bothered Virginia somewhat, and she shifted uncomfortably, looking around the outer office self-consciously. She would have been appalled to know the other woman's thoughts at that moment. Janice Baker knew, or could guess fairly accurately, the reason for the blonde's being there. She, herself, was a frequent occupant of that convertible bed in Hugo's private office.

In a very few minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Virginia, Mr. Foxx's bass voice rumbled from the intercom, summoning her into his presence.

Arthur Hartman lounged at ease in an armchair. Hugo was standing behind his desk, pale blue eyes boldly sweeping over her, as he courteously bade her to be seated with an amiable smile.

Relaxing a little, she sat down, lulled into a false security by the friendliness he exuded. It didn't last very long. Hugo came to the point bluntly. "You've been less than honest, Mrs. Brooks, in your handling of Eko-Klean funds!"

She tried to explain; offered to make it up from her commissions; in fact, she went through everything she had thought about, and in the end, as she saw that all of her imploring arguments were met with implacable negatives, she burst into tears, with a final: "Then I-I just don't know what to do! The main thing is… I don't want L-Leon, m-my husband, to find out what I've done!"