The aging gentleman looked around at his colleagues and then back at Eddie… with a smile on his face! He had never known D. B. Randolph to smile and it was a standing office joke that he had only smiled once… the day the office boy tripped going down the back stairs and broke his leg in three places. "Wrong, Eddie? Of course there is nothing wrong! You just single-handedly pulled off a mighty fine piece of work, son!"
Eddie! Why, he never called anyone by his first name. Even his rumored old-flame was Miss Guralnik! "How did you know, son, that this government report would run in the same issue? Have you got an inside track in Washington you've been keeping to yourself?"
Eddie look confusedly at the other clippings his employer had in the folder. Of course, the commission report on child-care centers! He'd been so anxious to get out to the beach with Dottie he had not even read the second page! "To tell the truth, sir, I wasn't sure when it would run, but I supposed it would be this weekend or next."
"Well, it was a splendid guess! This government report recommends precisely what Mr. Knotts here is already in the process of setting up. We have managed to get the jump on practically every competitor, not to mention the promotional boost of being featured in the same issue. Why, it's like having the government endorse our service! A fine job, Eddie, a fine job indeed! And because you have done so well, we have a surprise for you." He gestured to the client and his assistants. "With Mr. Knotts' consent and approval, we are making you account supervisor on the Knotts accounts including the new ones which he has seen fit to offer us in light of your outstanding bit of work. Of course, there will be a substantial salary increase in it and I suggest you see the accounting department tomorrow regarding your new classification. They already have instructions from me. Congratulations!"
Eddie answered something he could not remember later and somehow managed to shake all the proper hands and say the right things, but he was walking around in a daze, like an accident victim in shock… account supervisor! That had to mean at least a couple of hundred more a month! Man, Dottie will flip her wig! We can get that new car we've been putting off and take a real vacation this summer instead of spending it at the same beach we see every weekend!
He didn't walk back up that corridor… he floated! And when he leaned over and kissed his redheaded secretary on the cheek, she nearly jumped off her typing chair. "Mr. Mangum!"
"I'm afraid I won't be seeing much of you, Miss Brooks," he said in mock-somber tones.
"And that is quite a shame."
"Oh… Mr. Mangum, did you get…"
"Fired? Nope… I'm a brand-new account supervisor. I'm moving up, honey! Moving up!"
"Oh, I'm so happy for you! I heard some rumors around but you know how the office grapevine is. I didn't want to say anything. And now it's really happening!" She threw her arms around his shoulders and planted a big wet kiss right on his lips that was something other than fraternal. Eddie made a mental note to kick himself later for passing this little number up for so long, but there was plenty of time for that later!
"Get my wife on the phone for me, would you? I feel like taking the rest of the day off and getting good and drunk… on champagne of course! We executives can afford it!"
The redhead looked very surprised and blurted, "Oh, I forgot, your wife called you just after you went in to see D. B. I didn't think it would be wise to interrupt you in there so…"
"Wise! Baby, that was the best move you ever made," he laughed. "Tell you what, forget the call. I'm going to go home and surprise her. This is too good to waste on a phone call!"
Damn it, why didn't he return my call? It's not like Eddie to ignore me this way… if he's in the office, surely he could have found time to call home by now! Dottie was pacing the carpeted living room of their house trailer like a caged animal. She was becoming increasingly restless and nothing seemed to keep her attention more than a few minutes.
Maybe some more sun would help, she ventured, and a nice cold gin and tonic wouldn't hurt either! She found a third-full fifth of Gordon's on a shelf in the kitchen cabinets and then proceeded to make herself a good strong drink. Looking for ice, she tried the obvious, the freeze compartment of the refrigerator… damn it, empty! Somebody forgot to fill the ice trays last night… and that somebody was probably me. Wait a minute, what's this? There was a styrofoam ice bucket there in the refrigerator, uncovered and inside were the remnants of last night's ice… frozen together in one half-melted glacial chunk that resembled an enormous quartz crystal. She lifted the solid piece intact and dropped it with a resounding crash into the bottom of the stainless-steel kitchen sink.
"Now I've got ice," she said out loud and proceeded to pick out the bigger pieces until she had enough to fill her tall summer tumbler.
Instinctively, she poured a normal healthy slug of gin into the glass and reached for a bottle of tonic… No, wait a minute! Might as well make the first one do the trick, right? No more ice anyway and who could stand a gin and tonic in this weather without ice? So she hefted the bottle again and doubled her first slug. Satisfied, she tossed in enough tonic to make it all bubble and went outside to lie on her chaise lounge and get happily, contentedly… drunk! That was the only way she knew to get this obsessive notion out of her head…!
Overhead the Virginia summer sun glazed down like a yellow torch high in the sky and she could feel its soothing warmth in every pore of her body. She was beginning to perspire already from the gin and tonic, but the hot sun quickly evaporated the moisture that appeared tinglingly on her bare flesh. She was on her back on the comfortable lounge chair, her pale pink bikini top rolled over so that only the barest legal minimum of her breasts were covered. Who cared if the neighbors were watching? She didn't care at all!
Damn it, why did Eddie have to tell me about Peggy and her dog! Or for that matter, why did that little blonde bitch have to do it? Christ, here we are right next door, scared silly to even think of swapping or getting a little group going and all the time Miss America next door is making it with her dog! Wow, the irony of it all! Right under our very noses! And we were worried that nobody here would go in for a bit of swinging… and maybe they wouldn't. They're all too busy screwing dogs and God knows what else! A lurid vision flashed through her mind of hundreds of Southern ladies, PTA members all, crowded into an idyllic meadow somewhere nearby… all of them grunting and moaning as they fucked their dogs, their horses, their ponies! Oooooh, and I'm lying around here bored and horny! It isn't fair, it just isn't fair! Why should they be having all the fun?
The voluptuous young brunette lay there in the sun and sighed audibly as she felt the potent gin do its task; every single pore seemed to be alive and tingling, like a giant machine was magically massaging her all over at once. She began to think of Eddie's words from Saturday night when he came in out of breath and randy as hell from seeing their neighbor locked in the throes of bestial ecstasy!
"… I saw it! Man, she was just eating up that big black dog with that sweet little cunt of hers…! I always figured her to be a hot number…"
Dottie felt the tips of her fingers begin arousingly delicate rhythm across the soft swell of her almost-flat belly. Tiny quivering needle-points of electric sensation rippled out from where her own fingers softly caressed her sensitive almost naked flesh as that same lingering image again focused itself lasciviously in her innermost thoughts. Damn, even with her eyes open in broad daylight she could not get rid of that wanton scene! Oh, what the hell, might as well get used to it, she chuckled to herself, and shivered under the soft tickle-touch of her fingertips across the smooth plane of her belly. Her thighs were just slightly parted and she discovered she could, by surreptitiously twisting her hips alternately, cause the taut coarseness of the inside of her bikini bottoms to rub incitingly over the ever-eager tiny pinkness of her clitoris. "Mmmmmm… if I keep this up I might just cum right here in my pants!" she said half-aloud, and kept up the rhythmic exercise that created such sensual friction up between her open thighs.