"Get out of here," she said. "Go try a high school girl."
"Laura, I'm sorry. Please let me try some more."
"Out," she said. "Now."
She turned her back on him to telephone Helen, confident he was too cowed to even touch her again. Sure enough, she heard him slink out the door as she spoke with her mentor.
"I'm quitting, Helen, as of today."
"Wonderful, dear! You'll never be sorry.
"I know. And now that I've made up my mind, I can hardly wait to go."
"I wish I could take you to lunch to celebrate, but I've got to stay here and wait for a long distance call. Isn't that a drag? Maybe we can have a little party tonight."
"You're alone in the office? Maybe we can have a little party now."
There was a pause, and Helen said, "Maybe we can. I always enjoy having a little fun on company time. Come on up, dear. I'll be waiting for you."
Stanley had taken her panties. With the full heat of desire having returned, she made a frantic search before reaching that conclusion, and stamped her boot in rage at his impertinence. But she didn't really need panties. Short as her skirt was, it covered her loins, and she had to get to Helen-and the satisfaction she so badly needed. She tugged down her dress, patted her hair back, and left the office.
The early lunch crowd was already in the hall. There were quite a few of them, and Laura had a bad moment or two as she thought of them seeing her. But if they did see her, it would be for the last time, and her new personality was such that she wanted to go out in a blaze of glory.
She began swinging her hips enticingly as she strode down the hall, reveling at each of the admiring looks she got. Now she was grateful to little Stanley for having taken her panties and she decided she would add him to her list after all, even though he'd been about as satisfying a lover as the dog-or as Bobby had been toward the end of their orgy. She returned inviting smiles to the hot looks she was getting, and she almost laughed at the idea of what her fellow workers would do if they knew her cunt was bare as well as juicy hot. But that was the way with these craven unimaginative employees of the big corporation; they had no idea of what was going on around them. Laura thoroughly enjoyed her swift walk.
Helen, smiling warmly, locked the door to the plush office behind Laura. When Laura tried to kiss her, she turned away, saying, "We can't get mussed up in here, but we can have our fun. We're going to dyke each other, honey, and not even muss up our lipstick."
"Dyke each other? What's that?"
"It's what the Lesbians do when they're not eating each other," Helen said, pulling up her smart miniskirt, pulling down her lacy white panties.
She looked extremely good to Laura, and Laura grinned and said, "Teach me. Teach me all about Lesbianism."
Helen stopped and frowned. "Hey, don't think I'm a Lesbian-or you, either. We're bisexual, you and me. And if you're smart, you'll stay that way in Vegas, although there are a lot of Lesbian hookers there to try to turn you away from guys. By the way, you'll be happy to know I got the plane tickets reserved for us and that I can make the trip with you."
Belly to belly with the bigger, softer woman, Laura smiled and said, "You were pretty confident about my making that choice. Did you know there were no openings for me in San Francisco?"
Chucking, rubbing her hairy loins against Laura's in a perfectly delightful way, Helen said, "Honey, there wouldn't be an opening for you anywhere in the country if somebody here were to see those pictures we took of you."
It took that a while to sink in. Laura was so hot that Helen had her seated on the couch and was mashing her cunt against hers before she realized that she hadn't had a choice in her future for some time. This woman that she'd almost fallen in love with had been ready to blackmail her, and now the contact of her clitoris with Laura's turned the girl cold.
Not so, Helen. The buxom redhead, encouraged by the wetness of Laura's cunt, was grinding hers against it with increasing ardor. Her painted lips were drawn back from her teeth and her eyes glinted brightly. Nostrils flared and bosom heaving, clutching at the girl and thrusting heavily with her big hips, she looked every inch the degenerate that she was. Although she disclaimed any homosexuality, she was thoroughly enjoying this-just as she'd so thoroughly enjoyed each step in Laura's progressive perversion. Had she been that way all her life-or was it the debaucheries she'd known as a prostitute that had turned her into such a rapacious and indiscriminate seductress? Laura felt she might find the answer to that in Las Vegas, and she wondered if she was then looking at herself, ten years hence. It seemed odd to be able to analyze things so clearly at a time like that. Odder still to watch Helen in the throes of orgasm, heaving and grunting and gasping, looking like a pig.
Laura's return to the office was a much more somber one than her departure. She had to go past the library where her mother had worked, and she remembered that the color of the paint on the walls had been selected by her father, and that he'd taken a can of the paint home for their living room. She walked more slowly going back, and there was no one about now to see her in her shame.
Back in the office, she typed out a memo to Personnel, carbon copying Mr. Markham. In a minimum of words, she wrote that she was resigning, and was so close to tears when she'd finished it that she put it in the "Out" box without reading it. Dejected, she looked about the office preparatory to her last departure from Consolidated Chemicals, and Perry Coleman walked in the door.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked with a grin. "You're still on vacation, aren't you?"
"I had a few things to take care of," she coolly said. "I'm just leaving now."
"Just got here?"
"No. I've been here several hours."
"Bullshit. If you'd been here that long, you'd have come out to the pilot plant by now for a quickie. Is that where you were headed now?"
"I was going home. I still am."
"Come on over tonight if you're busy now. We'll get Helen and Bobby and have a party."
"Thank you, but I'm not in the mood for a party."
He leaned against the wall and smiled insolently at her. "Hell, no, you're not. Not when you can have a party every night in Las Vegas."
So he knew about it too. So they'd all cooperated in setting her up as they had. Well, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing how deeply it hurt her, and how deeply afraid she was. Grinning, she sauntered past him, and as she went, she said, "I'm ready for a party any time you're ready to come up with a hundred dollars, little man.
Chapter 12
Laura bought some vodka and tomato juice on the way back to her apartment, but once there, she did not open it. She'd yielded to too much temptation in the past week, and now that it was too late, she'd at least show herself she could resist it. Looking at the bottle of liquor, she wondered if alcohol could be blamed for her downfall. She'd been drinking every time she'd made it with them at Perry's place, but then again, she'd not been drinking that day, but she'd certainly been ready to make it. It was possible, she thought, that she couldn't experience a real orgasm without a little liquor in her. If that was the case, so much the better. Working as a whore, she'd layoff the booze, and when she wanted to go on a sex binge of her own, all it would take would be a few drinks to get her going.
She sighed and put the bottle away, knowing inwardly that her lusty appetite for sex could not be blamed on anything inside a bottle. It was inside her, and with or without the influence of liquor and bad companions, it would have eventually come out. In a way she envied normal people who kept their sex lives in the correct and usually subdued relation to their day to day living. But in another way she felt sorry for them, never feeling the sexual energy bursting so magnificently in them as it did in people like herself. Even then, following her dismal experiences with Stanley and Helen, she felt it trying to burst out. She experimented with subduing it by taking a cold shower and dressing in a drably familiar old nightgown, and she was pleased that her experiment was a success. She sat down to read away the time until she'd be forced to start her new career. It was a chemistry book she chose, and she found it highly absorbing. It was good to lose herself in it and feel almost like the Laura Dandridge who had gone out of existence in the rain and mud of the Friday night before.