Chapter 15

I had just finished taking dictation from Harding and was beginning to type the letter.

It was getting late, and I had had a long day. Harding's wife had dropped in, and it was always difficult for me to react with equanimity when she was on the premises.

I could tell from the way she acted that she liked to twirl him around her fingers to whatever extent she could. All too often, I felt, she succeeded. But that wasn't the main thing that bothered me. What bugged me to the greatest extent was knowing that she had a man that I had been making love to for so long, a man I had dreamed of marrying.

As I quickly typed the letter, my telephone rang.

"Hello, sweetheart," the cheerful woman's voice came in from the other end of the line.

"Who is this?" I quickly inquired.

"This is Edna. Who did you think it was?"

"I frankly didn't know."

"How are things going with you . "

"Oh, same old grind."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'd like to offer you something exciting and new."

"I'm in the mood to listen," I chuckled, getting bored with things at the office.

"I wish you'd stop by at the bar where I'm working."

"Incidentally, how did you get my number."

"Jimmy, of course."

"I should have known," I quickly replied. "That young man is a one-person information service."

"He thinks an awful lot of you, so don't be too critical," Edna reminded me.

"No, I can't be real critical, considering the fucks that he has given me."

"Speaking of fucking, that's why I called you."

"You're pretty blunt."

"Why beat around the bush? I told you what I thought of you the other night. How about dropping by at the bar?"

"What is the name of it?"

"The Brass Rail."

"You know, it kind of rings a bell."

"It should. It's just three blocks from where you work."

Edna then provided me with the address of the bar where she was dancing.

"Of course. No wonder it sounded so familiar," I said.

"When are you getting off work?"

"Ten or fifteen minutes from now."

"Then drop on by. I'd love to see you."

"Will I get a chance to see you dance?" I asked, getting excited just thinking of Edna wiggling her cute ass from a platform.

"You certainly will."

"Then in that case I'll drop by."

"I'll see you then."

"Right. Take it easy," I said, hanging up the phone.

I found myself dashing the letter off. After talking to Edna and finding out that she wanted to see me at the bar where she worked, my patience quickly wore thin. It demonstrated one thing-just how badly I wanted to see her.

I got through with the letter, then got up and walked into Harding Scott's office. I read him the text of the letter.

"That summarizes it quite well, don't you think?" he looked at me and grinned.

"I suppose it does."

"Thanks, honey."

"Don't mention it. May I leave now?"

A tense feeling rushed through my body as I awaited his answer. I hoped that he wouldn't suddenly concoct an idea about us getting together for sex. I wanted to meet Edna, but knew you could never be sure with Harding. He was looking at me with admiration, and the longer he did so, the greater the fear became within me that perhaps he would be seeking some sexual satisfaction.

"Yes, you can leave now," he smiled. "I was thinking about what a great secretary you are. You're a jewel, honey, and furthermore you understand my nature better than anybody that I know."

"Even your own wife?"

"Especially my own wife," he chuckled. "See you in the morning, Brenda."

"Goodnight," I said with relief, walking out of the door.

I couldn't wait to get out of that office, so I made an immediate bee-line to the elevator, taking it down to the first floor.

By the time I reached the street, I found myself breaking into a half-trot to make it to the bar. I wondered what was coming over me. This gorgeous gal Edna was really providing excitement for me. Just hearing her voice had turned me on.

Then I began thinking about my motivations, and it became much easier to determine what was going on. For one thing, I could see that the emotional bond between myself and Harding was breaking down from my side. I got tired of having to make love with him on his terms, at unpredictable intervals, and very often for all too short a period of time.

At the very time that I was beginning to feel the mounting frustration relating to that relationship, who should come on the scene but Jimmy. It had taken my own nephew to make me realize just what I had been missing out on in my love life.

I arrived in the bar. It was dimly lit, and I looked around for a seat at the bar.

The platform was empty when I arrived, which disappointed me. I looked around for a lovely Edna, but couldn't see her.

I sat down at an abandoned section of the bar.

"What can I do for you, honey?" the bartender smiled. "You looking for the boss man?"

"I'm looking for Edna."

"Sorry," he nodded. "I figured maybe you were looking for a job. What with your looks and body, we could use you around here."

"That's very nice of you to say," I smiled, a little shyly.

"You really are stacked. What are you doing tonight, doll?"

"Whatever I'm doing, my plans don't include you."

"You don't have to get nasty."

"Did anybody ever tell you, you come on too strong?"

"I've been told that, but lots of chicks like guys to come on fast."

"I'm not one of them."

"Why not?"

"Let's put it this way. When certain guys come on too fast, maybe I can buy it. But I can't buy it from you."

"Aren't you hot for me?"

"Not one bit."

"If you saw my cock you would be."

"Look, I came here to see Edna."

"Edna's taking a little break. That's why the guys are drinking their beer. When Edna gets up there, they're just staring at her with their hard cocks. You should see the way they tear into that men's room. They beat their meat like crazy. I hear them talking. They'd give anything to stick their pecker into Edna. A few guys I guess are scoring, but not as many as would like to. This business really picked up when we managed to get her from another place to work here. Business would pick up if we had you too. What line of work are you in?"

"I'm a secretary, but don't ask me any more questions," I snapped.

"You really are a touchy one."

"You happen to be extremely fresh, and I don't like it."

"The freshest thing of all about me is my prick," the bartender grinned. "Just wait till I get off work at six and I'll be glad to give you a free demonstration."

"You can go straight to hell," I said angrily, losing my patience fast with the bartender.

"You really are a snotty one," he chuckled. "Would you like a beer while you're waiting for Edna?"

"I suppose I could use one. I wish you'd do one thing for me, though."

"Name it, baby."

"Stop bugging me. I'm tired of listening to your big mouth."

"With all those ugly mugs sitting over there, I need to get my jollies talking to a gorgeous chick."

"Find your jollies some other way. like maybe beating your meat."

"Damned, but you're a sarcastic little bitch," he snarled, walking away to get the beer.

It bothered me to have this clown calling me a bitch, so when he sat the beer before me, I exclaimed :

"I ought to throw this goddamn beer into your face, then break the glass over your fucking head."

"My, but you can talk sweetly. Why are you coming on so strong?"

"I don't like being called a bitch."

"It was just a figure of speech," he grinned. "I really meant to say cunt."

I reached out with my right hand, intending to deliver a slap to his face.

The bartender, however, instantly raised his left hand, blocking my hand with his forearm.

"I wouldn't waste my time and energy, if I were you, honey," the bartender laughed. "You see this broken nose?"

"I sure do. It makes you look ugly as hell."

"Thank you," he laughed. "I got this fighting pro. I have over two hundred fights, and I was one of the best welterweights in the business a few years ago."

"I can see you've got an excuse for your conduct. You got your brains scrambled."

"How'd you like me to clobber you?"

"I don't think you'd try it. Men can be thrown in jail for things like that, especially ex-fighters."

"You really do know all the answers, don't you," he laughed.

The bartender watched as I picked up the glass of beer, downing the contents. I had attracted a crowd of curious viewers from the moment I had walked into the bar, and I was made uncomfortable by the snickers I heard when I had delivered my slap which the bartender caught with his forearm.

I felt like drinking the beer and quickly leaving the bar. But I couldn't. I had to stay and see Edna. Even if it meant having all those guys ogle me, I would put up with it.

"I'll bet Edna is fucking with you," the bartender grinned.

"Why don't you shut up and go away."

"I know she swings both ways," the bartender said coolly. "As a matter-of-fact, she's kept up morale pretty well with the other girls around here. Anytime that one comes in that's good looking, she puts the make on her."

"How interesting."

Finally, a customer signaled for another beer. I heaved a sigh of relief as the bartender left to go and wait on him.

No sooner did the bartender leave than I heard sounds of a loud rock tune coming from the jukebox. Suddenly the stage platform lit up.

I heard sounds of applause, and suddenly Edna materialized on the platform.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She never looked sexier than she looked at that moment, wearing nothing more than a skimpy light blue g-string.

The men began to scream and whistle and I saw a few of them run their fingers down to their crotch and begin to stroke against the outline of their hard cocks.

At first, gorgeous Edna flipped her tits forward with great excitement and energy, causing me to feel waves of excitement throughout my supercharged body.

Once she finished flipping her tits toward her audience, she turned around and showed us her sleek, trim legs and her well proportioned thrusting ass-cheeks.

She went through something like three numbers in rapid succession, and as I watched her cavorting under the lights, I observed the sweat surfacing in her body. It reminded me of the fuck that I had encountered with her in my apartment.

After finishing the third number, beautiful Edna descended the platform, walking toward the bar.

"Good evening, beautiful," Edna said, strutting towards me as every male eye in the joint stared at both of us.

I really felt outnumbered, what with all the hungry, leering men staring at us from all sides of the room.

Much to my great surprise, Edna leaned forward and delivered a passionate kiss to my lips.

The men burst into cheers and whistles as our lips met.

"If we don't watch it, they're going to be going down on each other right here on the floor," the bartender quipped, releasing laughter on all sides.

I released my lips from Edna's.

"I hate that sonofabitch," I growled.

"Don't let Johnny throw you, honey," she winked. "He's punchy as hell. He doesn't know which end is up."

"If he's so punchy, why the hell do they keep him here?"

"He's good at instilling discipline," Edna explained. "It gets awfully tough around here with all these horny guys, a lot of them drunk, watching almost naked chicks dance. The other night old Johnny leveled three guys. They just got out of hand, and he had to take care of them. He might be off his rocker, but he's still got iron in his fist."

"I just wish that he knew how to behave himself."

"He's really pretty harmless once you get to know him," Edna shrugged.

"I wouldn't want to get to know him. He talked like he wanted to rape me."

"I admire his taste," Edna smiled, running her fingers through my hair. "Come on and let's go to my apartment."

"You're through for the day?"

"I certainly am. That is, as far as work is concerned. Now it's time to play, and I can't think of a better place to begin than with my tongue in your box."

"I can't help but feel excited over the prospects of having beautiful sex with you."

It really astounded me how boldly she had come up to me and kissed me. She didn't care who knew it. She wanted me, and that was that.