Chapter 4
"He's fat," Peggy whispered.
"So was Mr. Burnside," I said out of the side of my mouth. "Remember? You said so."
"Yes, but ... "
"Shhh."
We were approaching the table in the Four Seasons Restaurant at which Preston Jarvis, editor-in-chief of Carswell & Haynsworth, Publishers, was seated. He stood up as we approached. We all shook hands.
"How do you do, Mr. Jarvis?" I said. "Nice of you to accept my invitation."
"Lunch at the Four Seasons I will always accept," Jarvis said amicably. "And if I had known I would be in the company of so attractive a young lady, I would have made it earlier." He smiled at Peggy.
"This is Miss Peggy Ashe," I said. "Author of 'The World, His Plaything.' "
"Ah, yes-the manuscript you sent me." Jarvis looked down at the glass of sherry he'd been sipping. "I'm afraid I haven't had time yet to look at it myself. I did give it to one of my subeditors, however. I-ah-I'm afraid his report was ... not extremely favorable."
I wasn't exactly surprised. "I suppose," I said, taking a chance, "that this subeditor is a man?"
"Well, yes ... "
"Of course," I said. "But how can a man-most men, that is-understand or appreciate a book written by a woman? A book that comes from the profoundest depths of the feminine psyche, that is addressed to the feminine heart? You, of course, with your sophisticated appreciation of all kinds of literary talent-and vast experience and knowledge of what appeals to the marketplace-are an exception. That's why I was hoping you would read Miss Ashe's book yourself-before someone else snaps it up. We have, of course, other offers."
That was a lie, but then so was everything else I'd said so far. Irving's book was hopeless. But aside from Jenny, he was the only client I had and I was going to do my damnedest to sell it. I figured that the only possibility of doing so was with the help of Peggy's multifarious talents. So I had substituted her name for Irving's as the author. Irving didn't know about this yet, but that was a detail I would deal with later, if necessary.
Jarvis looked flattered, but doubtful. "Well," he said, "I will, of course, take a look at it-though I find Grimble's judgment is usually ... "
Peggy went to work. "Oh, will you, Mr. Jarvis? "she gushed. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" She reached across the table impulsively to touch his hand, leaning forward as she did so. She was wearing a light summer dress that revealed a nice bit of cleavage. As she bent toward him, a goodly portion of her lovely breasts was exposed to his gaze. I saw his eyes drop to them and though he looked away swiftly, his fleshy face flushed a little. Peggy stayed as she was for a moment longer, then straightened as a waiter appeared to take our liquor order.
by the time we had had a couple of drinks and ordered lunch, one of Peggy's shoulder straps had somehow slipped off her shoulder and I noticed that she had developed the habit of taking a good deep breath each time she spoke. Jarvis noticed it, too. I could only hope that his preoccupation with her bosom was keeping his mind off what she was saying. Peggy was not exactly an intellectual titan and a perceptive listener might well begin to doubt that she had been able to write a novel, even one as abominable as "The World, His Plaything."
But whatever her other limitations, Peggy damn well knew how to do what she was there for. She managed to lean over the table quite a bit and halfway through the meal I could tell by Jarvis's reactions that her leg was provocatively stroking his under the table. His collar seemed too tight for him and his conversation became more and more disjointed. I felt hope.
When we had finished eating, Peggy excused herself to go to the ladies' room. Her hips swayed enticingly as she walked away from the table. Jarvis watched them almost lewdly. So did I.
Jarvis cleared his throat. "Lovely girl," he said.
"Yes, she is," I said. "Talented, too. In a lot of ways." I said it flatly, but the suggestion was there if he wanted to pick it up.
"I'm sure she is," he said. "I'll-uh-I'll certainly read her manuscript. Looking forward to it, in fact."
"Fine. I'm sure you'll see there are advantages to publishing it. And if you do, I'm sure Miss Ashe will be very grateful. Very grateful indeed."
"Indeed," he echoed. "Yes. Well." He cleared his throat again.
After Peggy had returned, I paid the bill-which chilled my blood-and we left the restaurant. Outside, Jarvis turned to Peggy. "It was very nice to meet you, Miss Ashe," he said, shaking her hand.
"Oh, it was lovely meeting you, Mr. Jarvis," she cooed. "And you will read my book soon, won't you?" Imploringly, she pressed his hand against her bosom.
"Immediately," he said. His voice trembled.
Two days later, he called me. I could tell by his tone that he had read the book, all right. My heart sank. "Ah-Mr. Culligan, I have looked at Miss Ashe's manuscript," he began.
"Oh, good," I said brightly. "Amazing, isn't it?"
"Well-I suppose you could say that. Actually, Mr. Culligan, the fact is-well, I'm afraid I am forced to agree with Mr. Grimble that the book is-ah-not quite in our line. Perhaps some other publishing house ... "
"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "Miss Ashe will be very disappointed."
He cleared his throat. "Yes. Well. Much as I personally would like to ... gratify that young lady, I'm afraid ... "
I wasn't giving up yet. "As a matter-of-fact," I said, "Miss Ashe happens to be in my office right now." This was true. As a matter-of-fact, she was on my lap. With her blouse open, her skirt rucked up around her hips and my cock deep in her cunt. "I'm sure you'd like to discuss it with her personally. I'll put her on." While Jarvis was hemming and hawing, I handed Peggy the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Jarvis," she said breathlessly. The breathlessness was real; she had just been bouncing up and down wildly on my prick. "So nice to hear from you ... What? ... Oh, I see ... Oh dear, I'm so sorry to hear that, Mr. Jarvis ... I had so much looked forward to being published by you. I mean, I felt we could have a really close relationship, Mr. Jarvis ... "
I nodded my approval and put my hands over her beautiful boobs. Her voice became throatier. "Yes, I understand ... It's just that I would have been so grateful, Mr. Jarvis ... I would have done just anything ... anything at all ... " Her hips twisted sexily, as if to emphasize what she was saying and I tried not to moan at what her movements were doing to my porker.
"What, Mr. Jarvis?" she went on. "Oh ... do you really? ... Oh, that would be ... Revisions?" She looked at me and I nodded my head emphatically. "Oh, of course ... Yes, I'd be glad to make any revisions you like ... Yes, I'd love to discuss it personally ... Yes, that would be fine ... Oh, wonderful, Mr. Jarvis ... See you later, then ... 'Bye."
She hung up. "He wants to talk about revisions," she said. "He wants to see me in his office right away."
"I'll bet he does. The son of a bitch probably wants to make it with you without committing himself to anything. Nuts to that. I'm going with you."
Peggy wiggled her hips and this time I didn't bother to hold back the moan. "I guess he can wait for a little while," she breathed.
"I guess he's damn well going to," I said and tightened my grip on her tits as her body began to bounce up and down again.
Jarvis was obviously not too happy that I had come along with Peggy, but he did his best to hide his disappointment. He sat behind his desk in his large office, with its private bathroom and impressive view of the East River. "As I explained to Miss Ashe," he said, "I have some doubts about the suitability of her book for Carswell & Haynsworth; however, if she is willing to make-ah-substantial revisions-on a conditional basis, of course-we could then determine ... "
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Jarvis," I said. I was sitting in a chair across from his large desk and in another chair, placed where Jarvis could have a complete view of her, Peggy sat, her shapely legs crossed, her skirt riding high over her knees. The top leg swung back and forth, slowly and provocatively. "Miss Ashe is willing to make whatever revisions you suggest-but only after a contract has been signed."
Jarvis took his eyes reluctantly away from Peggy's gams to regard me with a pained expression. "I really don't see how we can do that, Mr. Culligan. The book, as it stands now, is ... well ... extremely problematic. We would have to ... "
Peggy broke in. "Excuse me, Mr. Jarvis, but could I use your bathroom?" she inquired sweetly.
"Why, of course, my dear," Jarvis said hastily. "Please feel free."
"Thank you." She got up, smiling at him and wiggled her way into the john, closing the door behind her.
Jarvis and I did a bit more fencing on the matter of a contract. Then, in about two minutes, the bathroom door opened and Peggy came out-bare-ass naked.
Jarvis's face went crimson. He made a kind of wheezing noise. His lips moved, but no words came out. His eyes got very round, looking like two burning craters sunk in his fat face.
Peggy stood in the bathroom doorway in a consciously-sexy pose, one hand resting on the door frame above her head, the other on her hip.
"Won't you change your mind, Mr. Jarvis?" she asked softly.
The goggling eyes made jerky movements up and down her spectacular body. "Why-Miss Ashe-I-You-I ... " He sputtered off ineffectually.
She let him look at her for another few moments, then straightened and walked slowly toward his chair. Lust and apprehension fought in his face as he watched her approach. I thought maybe he was going to get up and run out; but he didn't move. When she reached his chair, she sat down in his lap and put her arm around his neck.
He made another wheezing noise. Peggy leaned forward so that her breasts were against his chest. "Please, Mr. Jarvis," she breathed, wriggling her shoulders slightly. Her free hand stroked the side of his face, then moved down his body. His arms rose as if to embrace her, but his hands stopped, trembling, just short of touching her flesh. He glanced wildly over at me, his mottled face working.
It was now or never. "Well, Mr. Jarvis?" I said. "We can go one of two ways. You can make up a contract, sign it and have Miss Ashe sign it-after which I will leave the two of you alone. Or Miss Ashe can put on her clothes and leave with me, right now. Which is it to be?"
Peggy's hand was now at his crotch, moving in little circles. There was no way Jarvis was going to let her slip away now. He reached a quivering hand for the switch on his intercom.
A female voice came through. "Yes, sir?"
Jarvis had to clear his throat before he could speak and even then his voice was hoarse and trembling. "JoAnne, let me have one of our standard contract forms, please."
"Right away," the voice said.
If JoAnne, as I assumed, was the pretty brunette I had seen working in the outer office as we came in, I was glad of the chance to see her again. But Peggy's nudity might be something she wasn't prepared for. Jarvis had the same thought. "Ah-perhaps you'd better ... " he suggested, motioning toward the bathroom.
"I'll hide under the desk," Peggy said with a little giggle. Before he could do anything, she had slid off his lap and crawled into the kneehole of the large wooden desk. She was effectively hidden there. Jarvis moved his chair closer in to make her concealment complete. Just before the office door opened to admit JoAnne, I heard the faint sound of a zipper and grinned to myself.
The brunette crossed over to Jarvis's desk, her high perky breasts bobbing nicely beneath her woolen top. She was slim but shapely, with shiny dark hair falling halfway down her back. She handed Jarvis a few sheets of paper clipped together. She could not have helped noticing his strained, flushed face. I saw her glance around, not too obviously; she had seen us come in and knew that Peggy was there somewhere. Her glance took in the open bathroom door. Something flickered on her face, but then she turned without a word. I watched her slender bare legs as she went out of the office. As soon as the door closed behind her, Jarvis slumped forward in his chair and began to moan. I could picture what Peggy was doing to him under the desk. Her natural love of sex had gotten in the way of her business sense. It was a tendency in her that I was going to have to watch.
"Cut it out, Peggy!" I said sharply. "He hasn't signed anything yet."
I heard a muffled sound of reluctant assent from beneath the desk. Jarvis straightened up, breathing harshly. "I'll have to ... fill it out," he panted. "I don't usually ... do it myself, but ... I ... " He pushed back his chair and swiveled to face a typewriter on a stand at one end of his desk. With his trembling hands, he inserted one of the papers JoAnne had brought him.
Peggy crept out from under the desk. When I stood up to watch, I saw that Jarvis's fat little cock was sticking out of his fly. As he laboriously typed words and figures into the blank spaces of the contract, Peggy encouraged him by putting her head in his lap and taking little licks at his prick, rubbing her tits against his leg as she did so. This didn't make the task any easier for him and I could only hope that she didn't make him come before he had signed the thing.
"I can only give you our usual first-novel terms," Jarvis said hoarsely. "Ten-thousand advance against royalties and ... and ... " He couldn't go on because Peggy was licking his dick again.
"Okay," I said hastily. "Finish it." I knew he was giving us the lowest terms he could get away with, but what the hell. I was lucky to get anything for Irving's piece of junk. Jarvis managed to fill in the rest of the contract, then pulled it out of the typewriter, almost ripping it in the process and handed it to me.
I read it over quickly. "Okay, sign it," I suggested, placing it in front of him. He picked up a pen and scrawled his signature.
"Now you, Peg." Peggy got up off the floor and signed her name where I indicated. After which she slipped back onto Jarvis's lap and began opening his shirt buttons.
I picked up the contract. "I'll ask JoAnne to make a copy for you," I told Jarvis. "Have fun, you two." I walked out.
JoAnne looked up at me speculatively from her desk as I came into the outer office, closing the door quickly behind me. I handed her the contract. "Mr. Jarvis would like you to make a copy of this for his files."
She glanced at it. "So he's buying that piece of crap after all," she said, shaking her head.
I raised my eyebrows. "Did you read it?"
"Most of it, unfortunately."
"I take it you agree with Mr. Grimble as to its merits," I said.
She laughed shortly. "There is no Mister Grimble," she snorted. "I'm Grimble. JoAnne Grimble. I read everything Jarvis is considering for publication and tell him whether it's any good. Of course, he'll never admit he takes advice from a woman and a secretary, at that. But usually he'll listen to me. This time ... " She gave me that quizzical look again. "What's going on in there, anyway?"
"Business conference," I said.
"I'll bet." Her eyes went to the office door. "Too bad they don't make doors with keyholes anymore. I'd love to have a look."
"There's a transom," I said. I was just kidding around; but JoAnne regarded the door with a thoughtful glint in her bright brown eyes. There was indeed a transom above the door. It was closed, but the glass was clear and transparent.
"It's too high," she said. "Even if I stood on a chair or something ... " She looked at me again. "You're tall," she mused. "If you could hoist me on your shoulders ... "
It wasn't an unpleasant thought. "What if somebody comes in?"
She hesitated. "I'll take my chances," she said. "How about you?"
I shrugged. "Why not?"
An impish grin swiftly lit up her pretty face. "Great!" She stood up and climbed quickly and agilely onto her desk. I turned around so that she could straddle my shoulders. Without ceremony, she pulled her skirt high around her thighs and swung a leg over me. I grasped it and held her while she pulled the other one over, holding on to my hair for balance. Now she was sitting astride me, my hands firmly clasping her smooth calves. The skin felt soft and lovely beneath my palms.
Carefully I walked toward the door with my burden. She didn't weigh much. I positioned myself to one side of the door so she could peer through the transom. I just hoped she wouldn't be seen from the other side; but they were probably too busy to be likely to notice.
JoAnne gave a sudden gasp as she looked through the glass and I felt her fingers tighten in my hair. "Oh my God," she said softly.
"What are they doing?" I asked.
"They-he's-they're on the floor," she whispered unsteadily. "She's on top of him. They're ... they're going down on each other. At the same time."
"Sixty-nine, eh?" I asked, trying to picture Peggy's voluptuous body crouched over Jarvis's rotund form. It was quite a picture.
"My God," she said again. "Sh-she's devouring him!"
"Peggy's an expert," I said. Experimentally, I slid one hand higher on her calf, stroking the swelling flesh with my fingers.
"And he's ... she's sitting right down on his face-I don't see how he can breathe!" She squirmed slightly. Her stomach was touching the back of my head and I could feel that her breath was coming faster.
"I bet he's not complaining, though." I began moving my other hand up and down the expanse of her lower leg.
"God, I think she's coming," JoAnne said. "She's sitting up now. Christ, she's really stacked! I wish I had breasts like that."
"Yours look okay to me," I ventured, moving my hands slowly up to her rounded knees.
"She came! He made her come!" she whispered excitedly. Indeed, I thought I could hear Peggy's moans of joy through the door.
"Now she's lying on her back," JoAnne said. "He's going to get on top of her. Jesus, he'll crush the poor girl to death!"
"Peggy's pretty resilient," Imentioned. "I wouldn't worry about her." My hands went higher, moving onto her thighs. The flesh was even softer. My cock was beginning to ache.
"He's inside her." JoAnne's voice was breathless. "Oh, wow! Either she loves it or she's putting on a hell of an act. Look at that!"
"I can't," I reminded her. "Tell me about it." I stroked her thighs.
"She's wriggling away like crazy!" JoAnne said. "She's got her legs wrapped around his fat butt and she's ... oh golly ... " She was squirming harder and I hoped she wasn't going to fall off. Her fingers were tugging painfully at my hair, but I didn't care about that. I slid my hands higher, my digits seeking the tender flesh of her inner thighs. I felt the edge of her panties and slipped my fingers beneath them, holding my breath. JoAnne moaned, but whether it was because of what I was doing or what she was watching, I couldn't tell.
"Ohh ... he's really giving it to her ... He's just slamming into her and she's ... ohhh ... ohh God ... " She was panting. "I can't ... Let me down ... please ... "
I turned and walked back to the desk and let her dismount onto it. Then I put my hands on her waist and lifted her down. I didn't let go of her. We gazed at each other. Her eyes were shining, her mouth open, her breath coming fast. I pulled her toward me. She pressed her body against mine and then we were kissing madly.
Her arms were tight around my neck, her lips soft and mobile under mine. She moaned when I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and caressed it eagerly with hers. Her belly writhed against my hard-on.
After a while we broke apart, both of us panting now. She looked around wildly, then pulled me toward a sliding door to what looked like a closet of some kind. "In here," she breathed, pulling it open. I followed her in and she pushed the door closed behind us.
It was a coat closet. But there were no coats inside now, it being summertime. The closet was small and dark and there was no room to lie down or anything. But at that point, neither of us was very choosy.
JoAnne reached beneath her skirt and pulled her panties down. They fell to the floor and she kicked them off, then pulled her skirt up around her waist. I slid my zipper down and eased my cock out into the open. It was erect and throbbing. JoAnne reached for my dork in the dimness, her fingers curling around it. She drew in her breath sharply, bracing herself against the closet wall and pulling me toward her, planting her feet wide apart.
"Come on," she panted. "Put it in me."
by a strange coincidence, that was just what I'd had in mind. I bent my knees to achieve the proper alignment, then guided myself to her awaiting entrance. She was tight but very moist and I slid deep inside her with no trouble at all.
We gave a simultaneous gasp as I filled her clutching sex-hole. Her arms went around my neck and I felt her panting mouth moving over my face. I straightened my knees, putting my hands under her buttocks and lifting her with me. Her feet left the floor. With a cry, she flung her legs around my hips and held on like an octopus.
"Oh yes!" she whispered harshly as I began to move back and forth inside her. "Yes! Do it to me!" I moved harder, my head spinning with the sensation of her tight, wiggling cunt around my dick. She clutched me harder with her arms and legs and I could feel her high, yielding breasts squirming against my chest. It didn't feel as though she was wearing a bra, but at that point there was no way I could check, much as I would have liked to. My hands were full of firm, bouncing rumpflesh. Keeping her braced against the wall as I thrust deeply into her, I managed to maneuver one hand so that I could search out her anus with my index finger. I worked it slowly inside the tiny asshole and she jerked against me, making a squalling noise which she tried to smother by burying her face in my neck.
No matter how quiet we tried to be, I knew that anyone who came into the outer office would be able to hear what we were doing; but I couldn't worry about that. This squirming, passionate girl I was plugged into was blowing my mind and soon my body was going to blow as well. I couldn't have stopped balling her if every Carswell & Haynsworth employee from old Jarvis down to the mailroom boy had been -lined up to watch. I lunged into her with mighty strokes, pounding her against the wall as though my cock were a hammer and she a picture I was trying to nail up. At the same time my finger moved in and out of her rectum in a mini-version of what was happening inside her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she rasped hoarsely in my ear. "Oh, I love it! More! Please, more! It's ... oohhh ... ohh do it ... Yes! YES! ... I'm ... I'm going to ... UUUNNNNHH!! UUUUN-NNHHH!! OH JESUS!!!"
And as her body went into a paroxysm, jerking and jouncing and twisting helplessly against me, I, too, felt my control give way and I joined her in her orgasm, shooting my sperm strongly into her vaginal depths.
Long moments later, I felt her legs relax and slip from my body. Slowly, I slid out of her and let her down. She leaned exhaustedly against the wall. We were both panting hard.
JoAnne reached out once more and patted my cock appreciatively before I put it back in and zipped up. "Beautiful," she said breathlessly. "And big, too!"
"You should see my brother Irving's," I said somewhat bitterly.
"Really? You mean his is bigger?"
I wished I hadn't said anything. "A little bit."
"I'd like to meet him," she suggested.
I wondered if she'd want to meet him if she knew he was the author of "The World, His Plaything."
"Let's change the subject," I said. "Do you mind if I feel your tits? I've been trying to decide whether you're wearing a brassiere."
I saw the flash of her teeth as she grinned in the dimness. "Be my guest."
I felt her tits. As I had thought, no bra. After I had found that out, I went on feeling them. They were damn nice to feel.
"Love to see them sometime," I said.
"Why not now?" She raised her arms so that I could slip her top off. We might have been in for another session, but before I could accept her invitation, we heard the sound of the inner-office door opening and we heard Jarvis's voice.
"JoAnne? Funny. She must have gone out for a minute."
I figured we'd wait there until he had gone away, but JoAnne unconcernedly pulled the closet door open and stepped out. I followed her, feeling a little sheepish. Jarvis and Peggy were coming out of his office. Peggy grinned when she saw us, but Jarvis stared angrily.
"JoAnne!" he huffed. "What in the world were you doing in there?"
She smiled at him sweetly. "Just what you were doing, Mr. Jarvis," she said.
Jarvis's face turned bright red. He turned and went back into his office, slamming the door behind him.
"I'll make a copy of this contract now," JoAnne said. She picked it up and went out.
"Nice going, Peggy," I told her. "Remind me to give you a bonus."
She gave me a self-satisfied smile. "What about this Mr. Grimble?" she said. "Maybe I could persuade him, too."
"I appreciate your devotion to duty," I said. "But Grimble's already been taken care of." Then I added: "Grimble thinks you have nice tits, though."
"Well, I do," Peggy seconded the motion. And I couldn't argue with her.