"A Mr. Nyss to see you, ma'am," said the intercom voice.
Ellen's eyes narrowed.
"What's that guy's full name, Sharon?" she asked, grinning.
A pause. Then--
"His full name is, uh, Harry P. Nyss, ma'am. He says you know his cousin, Testiq al-Falus."
"That bastard!" Ellen giggled. "Let him in!"
The door opened; in walked her lover, Roger Eaton-Enos.
"Mr. Nyss," she hissed teasingly.
"Miss O'Dumi," he grinned.
The door clicked shut.
Clothes flew off.
Grunts could be heard. Slamming. A queef. A delighted squeal.
Out at reception, Sharon sighed.
I hate this office.
_
No comments:
Post a Comment
READ THIS BEFORE COMMENTING!
All comments are subject to approval before they are published, so they will not appear immediately. Comments should be civil, relevant, and substantive. Anonymous comments are not allowed and will be unceremoniously deleted. For more on my comments policy, please see this entry on my other blog.