Katherine Forrest - Lesbian Pulp Fiction

“It’s all right, darling,” Allison said. “I’ll wait for your call tonight. In the meantime, I’ll be praying to every god, saint, angel, prophet and holy man I can think of from every religion known to me that you will be on the plane to California with me. Look out the office windows during the day. If you see a girl doing what looks like a demoniac mazurka around one of the trees in Central Park, it’ll be me. I think I’ll try invoking the Druid deities too, I’m afraid to leave anything out.”

I finally got to the office a few minutes before eleven. Happy was giving dictation to Judy in his office. They both looked up as I got off the elevator. I stared down anything they were about to say. There was blood in my eye that morning, I tell you. To rub things in a little more, I disappeared into the john for ten more minutes. By the time I finally sat down at my desk Judy was ready to have apoplexy.

She brought some work out for me to do and lingered in my office, waiting for me to give some excuse for my tardiness. I didn’t say a word. Instead, I pointedly got out an ebony and silver cigarette holder that I had never before used. It was a real classy thing that a client had given me, six inches long and mucho impressive. I stuck a cigarette into it, lighted it and waved the thing around affectedly. Hip Judy was not but she got my message that time. She went back to her own office like a whipped puppy.

Happy was having a ball with one of his chicks on his private phone. I don’t know what the girl was saying to him but I could get a good idea from the way he kept squirming around as he talked to her. Every once in a while he’d get a real sappy grin on his face as if she had just said something especially toothsome.

Meanwhile, the phones were ringing like crazy and I was trying desperately to get him to answer a few calls. Some of them were real important business calls but Happy didn’t seem to care. He just went on talking and twitching.

I had my hands full with the phones until about one o’clock when things quieted down. That was the first chance I had had to look at the work Judy had given me to do. It was time for me to go out to lunch but I decided to have a sandwich sent up. I wanted to be fair, coming into work two hours late was enough, I’d make up the time by working through my lunch-hour.

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