Chapter 6
Joyce stormed into Sid Morris's private office.
"How could you do this to me, Mr. M.?" she demanded. Her smock hung open and her young firm breasts quivered with indignation.
Sid looked up from his bookwork and peered at her over his spectacles. "What did I do, Joyce?"
Joyce breathed deeply, as one does in the throes of exasperation, before answering.
"You let Charlene go out with Mr. Hershfield. Before, you always let me entertain the big accounts. Not only do I need the bonuses I get for bringing in large orders, I also happen to like those expensive restaurants. What other chance do I get to go to such nice places as Mr. Hershfield takes a girl? At home I'm always taking care of my mother and brothers cooking, cleaning... " She trailed off tearfully.
Sid seemed genuinely sorry. He listened attentively, and he sincerely empathized with the girl and her circumstances. But he had to be practical, too; he must always consider business first.
"I'm sorry, Joyce," he explained, "but Mr. Hershfield specifically asked for Charlene. He just flipped the minute he saw her."
"He did, did he? Well, you could have talked him out of it. After all, she's awfully young and inexperienced. How could she be expected to know how to handle him?"
Sid couldn't help relaxing back into his seat and allowing a small smile of self-satisfaction to crease his face. He answered, but not in gloating terms, "She brought in the largest order he's ever made with us, Joyce." He hoped this information would not be too much of a blow to her ego.
Joyce was immediately defensive. "Well, he was probably going to place the order anyway. It was a coincidence."
"Not likely, Joyce. After last night, he's decided to drop Leisure Line altogether. He's giving us all of his sportswear business."
Joyce stood with her mouth open for a minute before she recovered. "It's very strange," she said softly. "He sure was happy with me last time. He said I gave the best head ever. And you know that's true, too, Mr. M." She walked around the desk and reached for his fly. "Or should I refresh your memory?"
Sid laughed and pushed her hand away. "Oh, Joyce, come on now. I've got work to do. Besides, you shouldn't be upset by Hershfield's reaction. Who knows? Maybe the guy just has to have a strange piece of ass every time."
Joyce flipped her long dark hair back and headed for the door. "Hardly," she replied, "he certainly never made any use of it." With that she sailed haughtily out the door, seemingly recovered from her self-doubt.
Sid Morris was somewhat puzzled. He was trying to figure out both Joyce's reaction as well as just what Charlene's specialty might have been for, indeed, Hershfield had been quite unlike himself since when Judith peeked her nose in the door and announced Sonja.
Busy morning, he mused, awaiting Sonja's entrance. When she appeared, he arose, strode to the front of his desk and embraced her. "My favorite model back to see old Dad."
"Old Dad hasn't changed a bit," Sonja said, objecting not at all as he squeezed her breast. "You look great."
"You're the one who looks great, Sonja. Honestly, you haven't changed in ten years. What's your secret?"
"At least one good orgasm every day," she laughed throatily as she plunked herself into a soft leather chair. "Hey, I hear my baby made a home run for you. How about that!"
"She sure did. She's her mother's daughter all right." He produced his lighter for Sonja's cigarette.
"She's better than I ever was, simply because she's got me to train her," Sonja replied shrewdly.
That's true, Sid thought. What a beauty. She could be a cover girl if she went to New York. Or she could be a movie star. And I've got her working for Hollywood Sunwear.
"Yes, I suppose that's right," Sid said aloud. "And, of course, she'll get a good bonus at Christmas time."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Sid." Sonja took a deep drag on her cigarette and shifted her legs so Mr. M. could see how pretty they still were. "Seeing that Charlene will only be working here part time and we don't know how much money she'll be making in between, she needs that bonus now. In fact, I think results like this deserve a double bonus. Don't you?" She asked this last innocently, as if she didn't already know the clinking cash register in his brain was giving him a headache.
But this was nothing new. It was a game they had played many times before. Sonja had been the best model he'd ever had, especially for purposes of reinforcing a big sale. He had always given her larger commissions than the other girls that is, after they haggled a while. It had always been a game they both enjoyed.
"Double bonus!" he bellowed. Dramatizing was part of the expected etiquette, but this time he was sincere. "Nobody has ever been given a double bonus, Sonja. Not even you."
"There's a first time for everything, darling. Besides, I told you the daughter's better than the mother."
"Ha," he said, collapsing back into his swivel chair. "Nobody's better than my little Sonja." He added a charming smile.
Sonja stubbed out her cigarette. "I love you, Sid, baby, but I love my daughter more. I'm working for her now. And I know she's earned a double bonus."
"But, Sonja, on that huge order, it'll be a fortune," he pleaded with her.
Ha! she thought. He's losing his composure. He's groping for excuses! "Well, it is a huge order, Sid so huge that Leisure Line would be tickled to give her that double bonus if she'd only go to work for them. They'd have their own business back, plus all of yours," she added slyly.
It was no longer a game. Sid Morris felt his stomach churn and the old ulcer threaten to erupt. Sonja saw the pained expression on his face, but thought it was only a part of the expected theatrics. So when he said, "I'll give her an extra fifty percent and that's it," she responded lightly.
"That won't do. Not a penny less than seventy-five."
"It's a deal," he said quickly. He took her hand to seal the bargain.
With business out of the way, they chatted a few minutes about the old days and the many old wholesale houses that had been driven out of business.
"Well, I've an appointment before lunch." She stood up. Sid came around the desk and kissed her goodbye and showed her to the door.
When the door was closed he muttered, "Once a cunt, always a cunt."
"Go in there right now and thank your boss, honey. He's decided to give you an extra-large bonus."
Charlene looked at her mother coolly. "Oh? Who told you that?"
"Why, he did, baby. I've just now been in there, breaking my ass bargaining with him."
Charlene felt anger rise. She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms until they hurt. In a low, monitored voice she replied, "Who asked you to, Mother? You let me do my own fucking and sucking how come you feel I'm incapable of doing my own bargaining?"
Sonja was surprised at a complete loss. She faltered, "Why baby, this is an old game between Mr. M. and me. I thought you'd be glad. I got you more than anyone's ever gotten."
"How much?
"One and three-fourths bonuses."
Charlene drew her breath in. "I'd rather you fucked and sucked that repulsive old man for me, Mother, than what you did. Besides, I'd been planning on a double bonus!"
"Don't you think I started out trying for a double, darling?"
"Well, you may have started with it, but I intend to stick with it." Then her voice raised, "You don't know what I went through last night, Mother!" She yanked her belt tightly around her smock and stalked out, leaving Sonja for the first time in her life speechless.
Then Sonja thought to herself, if she does actually get a double bonus, then she really is better than her mother.
She left the building in a daze.
Ruth caught Charlene as she was stamping into Mr. M.'s private office. "Charlene, I need to fit you for the baby-blue slack outfit for the holiday line."
"Not now, Ruth," Charlene answered sharply.
Ruth came to a halt, utterly surprised. Charlene had always been a sweet girl this was difficult to understand. Ruth drifted away without another word.
Charlene stood at the open door of Mr. Morris's office, pulling herself together. She took a deep breath, stuck a smile on her face, then walked in.
"Charlene!"
Mr. Morris rose quickly, took her by the hand and led her to his black leather couch against the wall. "I was just going to send for you. Come, let's sit here where we can have a nice friendly chat."
Charlene murmured something cordial in reply and then sat down demurely, allowing only a nominal amount of thigh to be exposed.
"Well," he began, rubbing his hands together, seating himself close beside her. "You really pulled a caper, bringing old Hershey right to the goal post like you did."
"You pulled a pretty good caper, too, Mr. M.," said Charlene, smiling sweetly.
"What do you mean?"
"You're doing business with me, Mr. M., not my mother. That extra seventy-five percent doesn't hold. I want double."
Sid pursed his lips and took a good look at Charlene. "You've grown up a lot since yesterday, young lady."
"Yes, I have, Mr. M. You might say I've been spanked into a new life."
"Well, I'll tell you what I'm going to do, Charlene." He slipped his hand onto her knee. "I'm going to give you double money if you entertain me a little bit."
She gave him a sidelong glance. "Oh, you mean to get a double bonus I've got to earn it twice?" He laughed. "No, no, no. I just want you to tell me about last night." Now Charlene laughed. "You want my trade secrets, huh?"
"No, no, I just like hearing about it. Don't you understand?"
"Well, I guess it can't hurt," Charlene laughed, "because nobody here can compete with me even at eighteen, Joyce is too old. You'd have to find someone fourteen to beat me out of 'ole Hershey.' "
"Is that it? He likes real young girls?"
"That's only part of it, Mr. M."
"Charlene, before you start, open your smock and let me have a look at those perfect breasts." He reached for her belt and gave it a pull, then parted the smock with a soft caress of his fingers across the nipples of her breasts.
Why not? Charlene thought. No real harm not after what I've been through. "Go on, my dear, tell me."
"Well, it all started at dinner when he made me go to the ladies' room and remove my panties." Sid could feel his penis begin to grow.
"I could tell by the harsh way he acted there was something different about him, but at that time I was too inexperienced to figure out what it was."
"Yes?" Sid's breathing became harder as Charlene recounted the playing around under the table during dinner, then he became impatient for more details. "All right, get on to the part that's different," he urged.
"Well, when we got back to his hotel room he ordered drinks... "
"Cut out all the unimportant stuff, Charlene."
"It is important, because he got mad when I stopped going down on him for a minute to take a sip of my drink."
"Oh, I see. Go on."
"He gave me a sharp slap on my rear and when I got mad he pulled me over his knee and really spanked me. Then he got a hardon."
So did Sid upon hearing about it. He undid his fly and pulled out his erection.
Looking at Charlene, almost pleading, he said, "Just stroke him a little bit, will you, Charlene? I'd love that."
"No, Mr. M. Our deal was to tell you a story, and only a story." Sid's immediate puzzlement was slowly turning to an irritation.
How could she have turned from that sweet little flower into this sharp little thorn overnight, he wondered.
"Very well," he said, stroking his own penis. "Well, that's the main part. He said he hasn't been able to get enough of a hardon to actually fuck a girl for a year now. He's only been able to get sucked off. It made him feel like a young stud again to be able to fuck."
"Your language is becoming atrocious, Charlene. You mustn't lose your class, not for a minute, not even with me. Say 'screw' or 'lay' or even 'hump,' but don't say 'fuck,' unless you're about to do it. And that goes for 'sucked off,' too. Say 'giving head' or 'going down' unless you are actually about to do some sucking off." He looked from her to his completed erected penis.
Charlene ignored the hint.
Thickheaded little broad! Sid fumed to himself.
Maybe a little drastic action was called for. If he was about to get screwed out of excessive bonus money, he might as well try for a bonus himself.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do for you, Charlene," he told her. "Besides giving you a double bonus," he went on as he leaned over quickly and yanked her panties off before she could react, "I'm going to suck you off." He pushed her down on her back. His head was between her thighs and his tongue on her pea-sized clitoris before she could actually mobilize an objection.
Charlene's immediate reaction was to squirm and struggle, but Mr. M's palms were assertively holding her thighs apart as well as pinned down. And then the soft, liquid thunderbolt of sensation began to assert itself upon her awareness. Her struggling quieted, her anxiety softened. She began to relax.
How come, she had started to think, that all men thought they were God's gift to cunt-eating? Then she forgot to think, for dear Mr. M. was making her tingle with desire she found herself wanting more. He sucked and licked her little spot until she was overcome by the heat of her own body and she broke into a multiple spasm of orgasms.
Then, suddenly, it was over. Sid wiped his dripping mouth with a linen handkerchief. "Oh, oh, Mr. M." she moaned. "That was so nice... " He looked down at her, relieved to see that she was her old relaxed and sweet self again. He wanted to continue all this, get his cock sucked, maybe fuck the girl, but his better business senses prevailed. He decided not to pursue her for his cause, but rather to save her strength for "good ol' Hershey" that evening. "Okay, cutie, put your pants on and get back to work. Don't ever say your boss isn't good to you."
"I'd never say that," she smiled as she slipped her panties on and fastened her smock. "I have to go and let Ruth fit me. I brushed her off when I came in here."
Sid walked back to his desk and relaxed in his chair. "Judith," he spoke into the intercom, "get Joyce in here."
"Joyce is showing the line, Mr. M."
"I don't give a fuck what she's showing," he said, in one of his rare outbursts. "Charlene can show the line."
"Charlene is getting a fitting."
"That can wait! I want Joyce in here immediately!"
"Yes, Mr. M.," Judith twittered.
In minutes, Joyce appeared.
Sid leaned back in his chair as Joyce shut the door. "I've got something for you, baby." Joyce looked at the large erection as she came around the desk. Her face lit up. "Oh! All for me?" She was needed after all.