Chapter 10
"We've got a new tenant moving into the penthouse today," Eric told Pat as the two of them stood near her elevator on the ground floor.
"So quickly?" Pat asked.
"Yes, well once it was established Mr. Vane wasn't coming back, it was thought the best thing to do was to re-rent the apartment as quick as possible. Too bad. I was hoping you and I would make use of it, first."
"Sorry, Eric," she smiled. "You just aren't my type."
"Your friend, Erin is. We've been making it ever since that day you brought her here to keep you company."
"Eric and Erin? The two of you ought to go into show business," Pat laughed.
"Maybe we will," Eric smiled. Then his attitude changed as he said, "Here comes the new tenant, now."
Pat looked toward the entrance of the building, and walking in was Michael Fresschlocker. He headed directly for her elevator and smiled, saying, "Penthouse, please."
He still looked like a little boy, even in his natty grey suit. Pat stepped into the elevator with Fresschlocker right behind her. Once he was facing front, she closed the doors and pushed the penthouse button.
"You did a good job with Vane," Fresschlocker told her. "I hear you didn't flinch when you found out he totally disappeared."
"I wouldn't flinch if I heard you disappeared," she said, smiling at him.
"Me? I haven't done you any harm. In fact, I did you some good."
"Well, you're about to do me some more good," Pat told him. "You see, I didn't realize it at the time, but Mr. Vane did a terrible thing to me. He turned me into a kind of addict. And now that he's gone, I need someone else to literally fill in for him."
"Huh?" Fresschlocker gulped.
"It's very simple," Pat said, smiling and pushing the OVERRIDE button. "Since you're taking Mr. Vane's place in his penthouse, you'll have to take over his obligations with me, too. After all, you don't want it known you were the one who hired me to keep Mr. Vane busy that afternoon. And if you're thinking of making me disappear, I'll tell you right now, more than a dozen friends of mine hold copies of signed letters that will be sent to the district attorney, the chief of police, the mayor, and the governor ... if anything ever happens to me."
"You trying to blackmail me?" Fresschlocker asked.
"In a way," she smiled. "In a way."
Her hand reached out and pulled down Fesschlocker's zipper while her other hand undid his belt and hook. When his pants and underpants fell, the girl smiled. Michael Fresschlocker might have looked young and sounded girlish, but between his thighs he was all man, and Pat intended making-good use of that fact.
"Now," she said, kneeling, "let's see if you taste as good as you look."