26
The knock on the door was not loud, but it was so unexpected that Billy
nearly dropped the magazine he was holding. He had been holding it with one hand
while jerking himself off with the other. The page he had been looking at
featured a picture of a naked blonde girl whose mouth was stuffed with the thick
cock of an equally naked man.
After his initial start, Billy jumped to his feet, looked around wildly
for a place to hide the magazine, then stuck it hastily beneath the chair
cusion.
"Who--who is it?" he called, nervously jamming his erect penis back into
his open fly.
"Open the door, Billy," a voice said. To his astonishment, it was a
female voice. He didn't recognize it.
His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled at his zipper, attempting to
close it swiftly yet quietly. That done, he crossed the small room toward the
door. His cock was deflating rapidly, but there was still a bulge in his pants.
He bent forward a little to make it less noticeable as he opened the door.
He blinked. The woman who stood there was not a stranger, but he didn't
actually know her. He had seen her around the office when he had worked for
Garson Enterprises. He tried to think of her name, but his surprise at seeing
her was scrambling his brain.
She looked at him expressionlessly, and when she spoke her voice was
flat. "You know me, don't you, Billy?"
"I...yeah. I mean, sure, I--you used to--I mean, up at Garson
Enterpri--"
"Right. May I come in?"
"Oh. Oh, yeah. Sure." He stepped aside and she entered the room. She
took it--and him--in with one quick look.
"Nice place," she said. Her tone was as flat as before, but her sarcasm
was not lost on Billy. His face reddened as he saw his single unkempt and barren
room through her eyes.
"Yeah, well--it's...it's just temporary...you know..."
"Sure. May I sit down?"
"Uh--yeah. Anyplace."
There was the chair and the bed. The bed was closer. She sat on it and
put her legs up. She didn't bother to arrange her skirt. Her legs were very
shapely. She looked at him until he sat down on the chair, nervously. He was
again aware of the lump in his trousers.
There was the faintest look of amusement on her face. He wished he could
remember her name. He was getting up the nerve to ask her when she spoke.
"Let's get down to business, Billy. I want you to help me. Rather, we
can help each other."
"What--how...?"
"We have something in common, you and I, Billy. We both hate the same
person."
"We--we do?"
"Yes. Tom Garson."
"Mr. Garson? Why...I--I mean..."
"I know he fired you. And I know why. I know the whole story."
Billy swallowed. "How--how did--"
"Never mind. But he fucked you over, didn't he?"
"Well...yeah. Yeah!"
"He did to me, too. Only worse. So we have that in common. But--we can
get back at him."
"Get...How?"
"Through his wife."
"His wife?"
"Billy? Don't repeat everything I say. Okay? Just listen now. I've done
a lot of checking. I know things about Garson's wife that even he doesn't know.
But he will. He will. That's how we'll get back at him."
"But--but why me?"
"I need you, because he can't know I had anything to do with it. He's
got a hold over me. But he can't do anything to you any more. So that's how it
works. I tell you what to do, you do it, and we both get the satisfaction of
sticking it to the son of a bitch."
Her voice was as expressionless as ever.
"But..." Billy said. "But I--I mean--what is it about his wife, anyway?"
"You'll find out," she said. "For now, just do as I say, all right?"
"I...Wait a minute. I mean...I don't know if--I mean I don't know
what--"
"Relax. Everything will work out fine."
"No, wait. Hold on. I don't think I want to--I mean--"
"Yes, you do, Billy. You will. Believe me."
"I will?"
"I promise you."
"Why? How do you know?"
She gave a small sight. Then she swung her legs off the bed and stood
up. Then she began to unbutton her blouse.
"This is why," she said.
"Oh," Billy said.
When she was naked, she said, "And it won't cost you any thousand
dollars, either."
"Oh my god," Billy said.
