14
Stanley Banks came into Jeannine's office. His eyes made the usual stops
on her body. Then he said, "Jeannine, can I talk to you a minute?"
"Of course, Stanley," Jeannine said.
He sat down by her desk. "Jeannine," he said, "you've always been nice
to me..."
"Why, Stanley," Jeannine said. "I've never let you lay a hand on me."
"I don't mean that, dammit! I mean you treat me like a human being, you
know, not like some...Anyway, I figure I can talk to you. I got this problem."
"Tell me about it, Stanley."
"It's that little bitch, Deborah," Stanley said.
"Oh?"
"She's a goddam tease, and I know she's just a whore, but she won't even
let me...I mean..."
"I get the idea," Jeannine said. "But what can I do?"
"Listen. She told me about what she did in there today."
"Did she, though?"
"Yeah. And I figure, you know, you being Garson's prime piece and all,
you might not--"
"Watch your mouth, Stanley," Jeannine said.
"Okay. Sorry. But I mean, you might not be too crazy about her, him
getting off on her and all, and making you do stuff like that with her in front
of him. And I figured you might want to help me."
Jeannine laughed. "You've got it exactly wrong, Stanley. I have nothing
against Deborah. I'm not the one who has to pay her, and I have no jealousy
whatever. But supposing you were right, how did you figure I would be able to
deliver her into your sweaty clutches?"
"Dammit, Jeannine--" Stanly said resentfully. Then he sighed and
shrugged. "I don't know, I just thought you might have some ideas."
Jeannine looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "Tell you what,
Stanley. I think Mr. Garson might be interested in your little problem."
Stanley frowned. "Garson? Why?"
"His feelings about Deborah are--mixed, shall we say. He enjoys her, but
he resents her, too. He likes the fact that she's at his beck and call and will
do whatever he wants her to do, but he doesn't like having to pay through the
nose for it."
"Yeah," Stanley said. "Deborah told me he was talking about beating the
hell out of her."
"That was just a fantasy, Stanley. Tom would never really do that, even
if he could. But I think he wouldn't mind seeing her taken down a peg or two.
Shall we go in and talk to him?"
Stanley hesitated. He didn't want to get his boss mad at him, and maybe
even put his job in jeopardy. But if there was a chance...He thought of Deborah
and her superior ways and her unconcealed contempt for him. He thought of her
maddening body.
"Yeah," he said.
"Come on, then." They rose and Jeannine led him into Tom's office.
"I see," Tom said thoughtfully when Jeannine had explained Stanley's
problem to him, while Stanley sat red-faced and silent. "That's very
interesting."
"I thought you might think so," Jeannine said.
"Deborah is an arrogant bitch," Tom said.
"Even when she's naked," Jeannine said.
"Even with a cock in her mouth," Tom said.
Stanley got redder.
"You'd like to puncture her arrogance, wouldn't you, Daddy?" Jeannine
said.
"Yes. I'd like to see her squirm."
"Like to see her fucking fat, sweaty old Stanley."
Stanley opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"Even better," Tom said, "I'd like to see her fucking fat, sweaty old
Stanley--for nothing."
"That would be something to see," Jeannine said.
"Let's arrange it," Tom said.
Stanley licked his lips.
