"Well, don't worry about me getting involved with Mr. Underwood," Rhonda laughed. "I'm sure he's not interested in an old married lady from the suburbs."
Tracey giggled again. "I wouldn't be too sure about that," she replied. "I saw the way Phil looked at you when you took those letters this morning and I'd say that he's pretty interested. He practically leered at you. Didn't you see it?"
Rhonda tried not to blush. She had noticed that Mr. Underwood glanced a little too long at her legs as she bent over the filing cabinet in his office. Still… Tracey was probably just stirring up excitement. Philip Underwood could surely have any woman he wanted. He was one of the mast handsome men she'd ever seen. He probably stared like that at all his new secretaries.
When Rhonda was called into Mr. Underwood's office after lunch, she tried to see whether Tracey was right. He did have a distressing habit of running his eyes up and down her body. She had trouble concentrating on her shorthand, with him staring at her like that. She took a deep breath and managed to get through the letter he dictated.
"Very good, Rhonda," he said, winking at her. "I can tell that you're going to be a good secretary. I'll tell you what. Why don't I talk to Tracey and I'll take both of you girls out for a drink after work to celebrate your first day with us."
Rhonda thought quickly. It was Bill's bowling night. He usually didn't get home until midnight. It certainly couldn't hurt anything to have a quick drink with Mr. Underwood and then go home. After all, what could happen with Tracey there?
"Uh… yes. Thank you, Mr. Underwood. I'd like that," she replied, blushing deeply.
"Oh, one more thing, Rhonda," he called out as she moved toward the door. "This is on the QT. I'm really not supposed to socialize with the staff. It makes the rest of the crew jealous."
Rhonda smiled in understanding. She blushed even deeper, though. She wondered if Tracey had been right. Maybe Phil Underwood was being more than friendly. Still, it surely wouldn't hurt to have one quick drink with him.
"It's our secret, Mr. Underwood," she promised gravely. "I won't say a word to anyone."
As soon as the afternoon break arrived, Tracey and Rhonda ducked out to grab a quick cup of coffee at the lunch counter in the basement.
"I guess you know your way around," Tracey gasped as soon as the waitress had left. "A date with Phil already, and you've only been at work for five hours."
Rhonda couldn't help but giggle. Tracey looked absolutely astounded and that made her laugh even harder. She really didn't think that Phil meant anything except pure and simple friendliness by his offer of a drink, but Tracey seemed to think differently. Even if Phil made a pass, it would serve Bill right for not being more exciting in bed. Of course she wouldn't actually let anything happen with Phil, but it made her feel good that it could.
"It's just the perfect night for it," Tracey confided. "Tonight's the night that Roy works late and he'll never know if I come home from work a couple of hours later than usual. What are you going to tell your husband, Rhonda?"
"Oh, he won't be home," Rhonda said, sipping the last of her coffee. "It's his bowling night."
Promptly at five o'clock Tracey and Rhonda gathered their coats and purses and left the office. They went directly to the bar where they were to meet Phil.
Tracey talked a blue streak as they waited. Rhonda joined in the conversation but she really didn't listen until Tracey started talking about sex.
"Would you believe it, Rhonda? I was so damn dumb. I was married to Roy for a whole year before I found out that there was more to sex than a quick fuck and a kiss goodnight. Roy never did anything to turn me on. We never did anything except straight fucking. Can you believe that?"
Rhonda nodded slowly. "Oh, I can believe it, alright," she answered, taking another gulp of her drink. "What did you do about it when you found out that something was missing?"
Tracey laughed. "Well… first I went out and got this job," she confided. "Then, when Frank invited me for a drink, I went. We started meeting whenever Roy had to work late and I finally went to bed with Frank. I just couldn't believe it the first time he went down on me. It was so fantastic I almost died."
Rhonda felt her face flaming. She was glad that the bar was dimly lit. She didn't really want Tracey to know that she didn't have the foggiest idea what she was talking about.
"I just can't believe that I was so dumb," Tracey went on. "I mean, being married for a whole year and not knowing how wonderful it was to have a man lick my pussy. Isn't that a dot?"
Rhonda managed to laugh weakly. She tried to look worldly and sophisticated but she couldn't quite pull it off.
Tracey stared at her intently and then she laughed again. "God, Rhonda. You look like I just said something shocking. What's the matter? Don't you like it when a guy licks your pussy?"
Rhonda felt her whole face flame. She took a big gulp of her drink and almost choked. "No one's ever done that to me," she said in a small voice.
"Wow!" Tracey breathed. "And I thought I was the dumb one." Then she smiled at Rhonda again.
"Why don't you go to bed with Phil?" she asked, reaching out and patting Rhonda's hand. "If he's half the man Frank is, he'll eat your pussy all night."
"Oh, Tracey," Rhonda wailed. "I just couldn't do that. I didn't even mean to tell anyone about it. I guess I'll just have to hope that Bill does it sometime. I really couldn't cheat on him."
Tracey giggled. "I've got another idea," she said. "I'll just came on to your house after we have a drink with the boys and we'll figure out something to get Bill wised up. Just leave it to me."
A couple of minutes later, Rhonda was sandwiched in between Phil and Tracey. Phil ordered drinks and then he took Rhonda's hands in his.
"Hem's to the prettiest secretary I've ever had," he said grinning at her. "I hope you stay with Underwood's a long time."
Rhonda felt her face flush. His leg was pressing up against hers and she felt like she should move away, but she just couldn't. It felt good to hear someone as that she was pretty and his leg felt so warm and alive pressing against hers that way.
Phil downed his drink quickly. "You two girls stay, if you wish," he said. "Drinks are on me. I've got to rush home. See you tomorrow, Rhonda."
He bent down and brushed his fingers against her cheek in a sort of teasing, caressing way.
"I have a feeling you're going to have to fight him off," Tracey giggled when he had left. "I've never seen Phil that interested in a new secretary. It must be your gorgeous red hair or that knockout figure of yours."
She winked lewdly. "Finish your drink, Rhonda. Let's go over to your house and have a little girl-talk session about that dumb husband of yours."
Tracey stared at Rhonda in a very intense way. Rhonda began to feel like Tracey was reading her mind, but it wasn't uncomfortable. She giggled slightly and sat up straighter.
"Well, I could be frigid," she proclaimed. "I mean… I've never gone to bed with anyone but Bill. Maybe I wouldn't have any fun with anyone else either. There's just no way to tell."
"Oh, yes there is," Tracey said in a very firm tone. "There's a perfect way to tell and we're going to find out, tight now."
She stood up and beckoned to Rhonda. "Come on, silly. Show me where your bedroom is. I've got a great idea and I just know you're going to love it."
Rhonda stood up unsteadily. She weaved to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, laughing. She felt like she had known Tracey a million years.
"O.K. How are we going to find out if I'm frigid or not? Does this bedroom look like it belongs to a frigid woman?"