Chapter 4
"A transvestite working in an advertising agency?" Judy wanted to know.
"Sure," Suzie replied, nonplussed. "Gives the agency a liberal image sort of. The boys upstairs like that."
She lead Judy over to an empty reception desk, bare except for a phone and a desk calender.
"This will be your desk," Suzie explained. "When Leo gets here, he'll go over all the paper-work and stuff with you."
She turned and walked back to her own desk. Judy sat down, putting her purse in the bottom drawer.
At nine-thirty, the place started hopping. The reception area filled with all types of people, freelance artists, writers, salespeople, clients, messengers and dozens of others. Almost as if it had been timed, the phone started ringing simultaneously.
"Hello?" Judy asked, answering.
"You're supposed to say, 'Good morning, Dewey, Cheatham and Howe,'" Anita corrected her.
"Oh," Judy replied. Into the phone: "Good morning, Dewey, Cheatham and Howe."
"Sorry, wrong number," the anonymous caller said, and hung up.
A youngish, somewhat stocky Latin dude sashayed into the office. He was well dressed with a long fur coat, expensive Italian shoes and a wide fedora which he wore cocked to one side.
"You the new trick?" he asked Judy.
"The new what?"
"Yes or no, doll?" the dude wanted to know. "You the babe Lipshitz sent over?"
"You mean Bambi?" Judy asked. "Yes, she recommended me."
"Follow," he ordered, motioning with his finger for her to follow as he walked into the inner offices.
Judy leaped up and trailed behind obediently. Laurie grabbed her arm on the way out.
"That's Leo Nocedo," Laurie warned. "He's a regular pussy-posse. Just answer all the questions and don't take any shit from him or else you'll wind up being chased around his desk, and believe me, the guy can do the fifty yard dash faster than a fart in a tailwind."
"Thanks," Judy replied gratefully.
She followed Leo down a long corridor with offices on either side. Most had spectacular views of the skyline, while the others faced New Jersey. Judy guessed (and correctly) that those facing Jersey made less than those facing Manhattan.
Leo turned into an office that had his name and job title (personnel liaison) on the door. He ushered Judy in and closed the door behind her, discreetly locking it.
"Have a seat, gorgeous," he told her. Judy sat so quickly that she jarred her spine. She winced in pain and hoped Leo hadn't noticed.
"So you're a friend of Bambi's, huh?" he asked, settling behind a huge desk covered with papers and manilla folders. He slid out of his coat and tossed it up in the air, where it landed neatly onto a nearby coat rack.
He leafed through the mess on his desk and found some application forms.
"We usually fill these out before someone gets hired," he explained, his beady eyes never leaving hers, "but since you come so highly recommended, we'll forego all the red tape and get down to brass tacks. I need you to answer some questions for me."
"Okay," Judy replied, thinking that the guy wasn't so bad.
"One," Leo asked, writing stuff on the form. "Did you go to college, and if so, where?"
"No," Judy explained. "I wanted to, but my late husband..."
"Two," Leo proceeded, "did you graduate from high school, and if so, which one?"
"Well, I attended Midwood High in Flatbush but I dropped out to get married and..."
"Never finished high school, huh?" he asked, sounding concerned. "That's bad."
"It is?"
"Yeah," Leo replied dubiously. "Doesn't look good in Payroll or to the boys upstairs, for that matter. No college is one thing, but no high school diploma, well, that doesn't look too good. Not good at all. I don't know if I can approve your application. Might make me look bad, you know?"
"I'm taking my GED," Judy said anxiously. "I really want this job, Mr. Nocedo..."
"Call me Leo," he smiled.
"I really want this job, Leo," Judy stammered.
"If you don't hire me, then I'll have to work at MacDonalds or sling hash somewhere. And I know I can do a good job, that you won't be sorry you hired me."
"Well...." Leo said, deep in thought. "I have a friend upstairs...he might be able to put your application through no problem. We could lie a little about that high school business and my friend could just forget he saw it on the application."
Judy saw light at the end of the tunnel.
"I'd be really grateful if you did that, Leo," she gushed. "Really grateful."
"How grateful?"
"Well," Judy said, "I could do some of your typing, or I could maybe..."
"You're missing my point completely, Judy," Leo said, rising from behind the desk and coming around behind her. He put his hand on her shoulder. "I do you a favor and you do me a favor, savvy?"
Judy's mouth went dry.
"Do I make myself understood, sweetie? Your ass is mine. Without my say-so, it's goodbye Madison Avenue and hello Egg McMuffin."
Bastard, Judy thought.
"So?"
"Where?" Judy asked. "Not here, in this office."
"Why not?" Leo asked, and with a swift wave of his arm, pushed all the junk on the desk off onto the floor."Good a place as any."
Judy found herself pulling down the straps of her dress. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the dress, standing there in her bra and panties.
Unbeknownst to her, Leo flicked a switch under his desk which activated a series of video monitors all over the agency, from the mailroom all the way on up to the executive offices. Everyone from mail clerks to senior vice presidents turned to watch the sizzling scene about to unfold in Leo's office.
"Looks like Nocedo's bagged another cutie," an account manager commented two floors above.
"The smart money was on the broad," his associate replied. "Nobody thought she'd tumble for him."
"The bastard knows his stuff," the A.M. said with a trace of envy in his voice.
"How do like it, from the front or doggie style?" Leo asked as she unsnapped her bra. Leo licked his lips anxiously. One look at those gorgeous knockers and his cock stood up and saluted.
"Nice tits," he said admiringly.
"Thanks," Judy said, wondering if all the other girls in the front office had been hired the same way.
Judy laid back on the table, her legs dangling over the edge.
Leo dropped his pants.
He was wearing Gucci boxer shorts. He whipped his shlong out of them, which was already semi-erect, and stroked it lovingly.
"Ever had any Puerto Rican cock?" he asked.
Yes, the night before last, she thought, and it was bigger than yours!
"No," Judy said, deciding to play along, "but I've always wanted to try some."
She stroked her twat sensuously.
"Oooh, mama!" Leo cried happily, and descended on her. He started rubbing her breasts as he climbed atop her.
"Sure hope you're tight, babe," he said, and laid on top of her. The position was awkward at best.
Leo rearranged their position so that he was laying on his back with Judy squatting over him. She slowly lowered herself down, his cock sliding neatly into her snatch.
He reached up and latched onto her boobs, playing with her nipples. Judy remained stationary on top of him.
"C'mon, woman,": Leo cried. "Do something creative."
Judy began to thump her hips up and down, doing all the work.
"Faster!" Leo commanded, and she stepped up the pace. He may have not been hung like a horse, but he made the best of what he had. Judy felt like there was a submarine inside of her.
She continued thumping up and down on him, gripping his thighs for balance. She felt nothing even remotely sensual.
"Don't look like you're enjoying it much," Leo observed. "Sex is supposed to be fun."
"I'm doing my best."
"Tell me what you want," Leo said. "Tell me what you like."
"Hurt me," Judy told him.
"Are you serious?"
She nodded.
Leo shrugged, not easy to do when laying on the back, and started squeezing her boobs.
"Harder."
He squeezed them harder.
"Oh, yeah," Judy moaned. "That's more like it."
The bitch was kinky, Leo thought.
"Call me names," Judy gasped as she felt his firm fingers pinching her supple breasts, digging deep into the soft, doughy mounds.
It hurt like hell.
And she loved every minute of it.
"You slut!" Leo said, playing along as she humped his brains out. "You worthless piece of slime!"
"Yeah...yeah..." Judy cried.
"White trash bitch!" Leo gurgled. "Lowdown honky sleaze queen!"
"More...more!"
He squeezed and degraded simultaneously.
"Gutter trash...you eat shit, bitch, and your mama is easy!"
He sank his fingers even deeper into her fleshy mounds. She cried out in agony and orgasmic bliss. Leo was glad the offices were soundproofed, not that it mattered. Everyone at the agency knew what was happening.
"Bitches like you ain't good for nothing but sucking big cocks and stuffing them in their big tight twats!"
She loved it, every syllable. Bill had talked to her the same way.
He started pinching her nipples until they were almost purple. Judy groaned orgasmically.
"Mama Mia!" exclaimed a mail clerk, watching the video monitor along with his co-workers. It was better than an Eighth Avenue porn flick. "Lookit what he's doing to her! Shit, my old lady would gimme the back of her hand for doin' that shit!"
"The bitch is loving it, too!" squealed a co-worker.
Meanwhile, Leo continued.
"Bitch slut," he seethed, drawing up every insult he could think of. The bitch was really getting off on it. He'd never had one who'd been into pain. It was a nice change of pace.
"Your father eats kitty litter!" he yelled, "and your mother watches reruns of MY MOTHER THE CAR! Your sister sells her ass for nickels and dimes on Forty-Second Street and gives blow-jobs to nigger bums!"
"Oh, yeah, I love it," Judy gasped breathlessly.
She began to slam her hips up and down on him, squeezing his pecker like a Florida orange. He inserted his forefinger up her poop-chute and twisted it around in little circles. Judy moaned even deeper.
Try as he might, Leo could not hold back his climax any longer. He shot his wad savagely, his steamy seed spurting bucketfulls as he erupted inside of her.
Judy came shortly thereafter and dismounted him. Leo lay on his back and wiped his brow. The bitch had really tired him out.
Judy dressed quickly.
"Have I got the job?" she asked.
"Baby, you can have any job you want!" he said. "That was really terrific. Wanna have lunch?"
"Eat shit and die, asshole," she said to him, and went back to work.
Leo laughed until he was almost blue in the face.