Chapter 3

When Mary returned to her window, after spending some time in the powder room straightening herself out, she was dismayed to find Dorris Lamp waiting for her with a surly look on her face. Dorris Lamp was the head teller and a meaner woman would be hard to find-thought she was just a bit nicer to the female employees than she was to the men, whom she took every opportunity to upbraid and put-down. Dorris was 35 years old, and had never really been fucked well in her life. Not that she didn't have the looks that would attract men-in fact, Dorris had to do everything she could think of to not look like a voluptuous sex-pot. When Dorris got dolled up she looked like a woman who was simply made to fuck. The classic body that would not quit. She had a full, woman's body with large shapely breasts. Her hips were wide and her ass involuntarily twitched from side to side as she walked.

But Dorris held quite a lot of bitterness for men. Her husband was about as sexually exciting as the scrawny, little bald man that he was. His idea of sex was to crawl atop Dorris every Saturday night, poke his little cock inside, thrust once or twice, give a couple feeble squirts and call it a night. And that was the best fuck she'd ever had.-the young boys she'd dated before getting married were even clumsier.

Now Dorris didn't help things much herself, though. She was the kind of woman who just laid back and thought the man should do all the work and if the fucking wasn't perfection then it was all his fault. One guy once asked her to suck his cock and she found the thought disgusting. When he waved that blue-veined stiffness in front of her face and she saw those bloated testicles hanging beneath, she wanted to throw up.

She clamped her lips together, pushed the cock aside and let him know in no uncertain terms that cock-sucking was something that Dorris Lamp would never even think about doing.

Another time she was "making love" to a man-the word "fuck" was simply out of Dorris' vocabulary-a word that beasts and animals might use. She was letting him suck on her incredible breasts, letting his tongue circle her pert nipples. He moved off of one breast and began to lick and kiss the skin in the center of chest between the two breasts. He moved down lower, kissing the softness of her stomach, exploring the depth of her tiny naval and the little blonde hairs rising up to it.

And then he moved even lower. Dorris was outranged and shocked that he thought he could defile her in that way. She screamed an enraged, "NO!! ! " grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from her un-tongued and unlicked vagina.

Dorris had about given up on men, and once they got to know her a bit, men had pretty much given up on her too. So, Dorris transferred her energy to her job and let out all her frustrations on her fellow employees. She got off by making life hell for them. And right now she was wondering just where Mary Jenkins had wandered off to for forty minutes.. . .

As soon as Mary reached her window, before she even had time to open up, Ms. Lamp (as she insisted upon being called) was at her side.

"May I have a little chat with you Mary?" she said coldly, through clenched teeth.

They walked out of hearing range of the customers and Mrs. Lamp really began to let Mary have it.

"Just who in the world do you think you are, Miss Jenkins?" Dorris hissed, her voice rising in anger. "Do you think this is the kind of job where you can just come and go as you please? What if little Mary wants a drink of water and has to go pee-pee she can wander off and not come back for forty minutes? Well, if you haven't figured it out-THIS IS NOT THAT KIND OF JOB!! ! This is a bank-take a look around if you doubt it-this is a bank and at banks we do not do that kind of thing, do you understand me, Miss?"

Mary nodded her head in dazed fear, still shook up by her encounter with old Mr. Rocklin.

"Now," Dorris continued, I would like an explanation of where you have been for the last forty minutes-and it had better be good!! "

Mary, almost on the verge of tears, began to speak through her quivering lips. "I'm . . . I'm sorry to have been gone so long, Ms. Lamp. I didn't mean to be, honest. But I received a message saying that I was to go and see Mr. Rocklin at once in his office. . . . "

Dorris instantly understood and her mood did a total turn-around. "Oh you poor girl-I neglected to tell you about Mr. Rocklin. This is all my fault-with every new girl who's exceptionally attractive it's the same thing. More good girls have quit because of that beast . . . thank God he hasn't been able to get an erection in ten years. . . . "

. Mary burst into tears, "But Mrs. Lamp! He told me I gave him one!"

For the first time in years Dorris Lamp was speechless. Before, old Mr. Rocklin had simply been a harmless old nuisance. Now, it looked like the rattlesnake had re-grown its fangs.