Chapter 8
The following morning, Tuesday, Ed Horner, with circles under his eyes, was back at his job as head of the trust department at Sternfeld & Hertz. Although the two girls behaved no differently toward him when others were around, when they were alone with him, they smiled broad, suggestive smiles. And Horner could only grin back.
That previous night had been the most fantastic night he'd ever experienced. No wonder these girls were cleaning up when it came to bringing in new accounts. There wasn't a man in the world able to resist the two of them. They were astounding. He had no doubt, if one failed to appeal to a man, the other would take over. And if neither alone appealed to a man, they would 'be able to work on him together. And any man able to resist the pair of them had to be feebleminded or impotent.
Within the next month, the two girls continued to pull accounts away from the trust department of Jackson & Co., enlarging their own accounts to where they were each drawing five hundred dollars a week, with a three-year backlog . . . provided no more changes were made in the present accounts and no new accounts were added. But Ed Horner knew better. They would go on adding accounts and making themselves so valuable to the firm that they would one day be offered small partnerships in the firm.
It was on a Friday, at three in the afternoon, when Paul Finn walked into the offices of Sternfeld & Hertz. He walked over to the desk of MartyGluck and sat in the visitor's chair, saying, "I've been fired as head of the trust department at Jackson. Those two broads who I trained, and who are working here, have been pulling away all my business."
"What are you going to do?" Gluck asked.
"You and I are going to convince the two of them to quit the business," Finn told him. "I have a chance to become head of the trust department at Burpenheimer. But to do that, I have to bring in some nice trust accounts. I can take about a half-dozen from Jackson. I was lucky with these accounts and got them into some pretty good stuff. They'll do whatever I say. But there are a good two-dozen accounts those two twats took away from me, and I want them back. And the only way to get them back is to have those cunts advise their clients to come back to me."
"And what makes you think the girls are going to do it?" Gluck asked.
"I don't think -I know," Finn told him. "You and I are going to convince them.
"Hey, look," Gluck nodded. "I'm all for fucking the shit out of them, but why the hell should I do anything for you?"
"Because," Finn told him, "you are going to be my assistant at Burpenheimer. Think of all those overrides you'll be making."
"Sounds like a good idea," Gluck abruptly agreed. "So what have you got in mind?"
"How about a little old-fashioned gang-fucking. You and me together, working on those cunts, one at a time. Between the pair of us we ought to wear them down."
"Sounds good," Gluck agreed. "When do we start?"
"We should have started more than a month ago," Finn told him. "Since we can't go back in time, I suggest we begin immediately, like tonight."
"Are we going to kidnap them, or what?" Gluck asked.
"Don't be silly," Finn snapped at him. "Kidnapping's against the law. We're going to take these cunts, one at a time, on a weekend-long date."
"How are we going to work it?" Gluck asked.
"Well, suppose we start with Steffie. We take her to an abandoned motel I know about. It's scheduled to be torn down sometime next year. We can do whatever the hell we want to do to her there, and there isn't a person who'll hear us. Once we get Steffie to agree to whatever we want, we pick up Tracy and do the same thing."
"What about after we're finished with them?" Gluck asked.
"Who said we're going to be finished with them?" Finn laughed. "Those cunts have lots of good fucking in them. And by the time we turn them loose, they'll have been gone from their jobs so long, the company'll fire them, which is, after all, just what we want."
"Fine," Gluck nodded. "But since I know where Steffie lives, I think it'd be easier for us to pick up Tracy first,, She just moved into her own apartment, and no one here knows where it is. I suggest we grab her, then go after Stet fie later."
"Good idea," Paul Finn agreed.