Since I had told her to buck her ideas up no one could have faulted her time-keeping or the diligence with which she had applied herself to her duties... but her new-found zeal had merely served to expose her lack of aptitude for the job. The filing she had done, for instance, followed no known rhyme or reason and it would all have to be done again. Sooner or later management would pull the plug on her, I thought sadly, then what would she do?"Jim! Jim!"I made for the tube. I had decided that I. She managed to sputter some words of encouragement. "That's it! Faster, yeah finger my pussy!" She took a deep breath and continued. "Yes, eat that pussy. It feels so good, baby. Do you like my pussy?" Pausing briefly I exclaimed. "I love your tasty pussy, I can't get enough of it." "Good boy!" She lifted her hips and pushed against my face. I was able to keep my mouth on her clit as she made four or five violent thrusts into my face. "Don't stop, I'm gonna cum... Yeah baby, make me cum.... We were readyfor the "off"; what had I let myself in for?It didn't take long for our cab to turn up at our door. I was a bitworried about the reaction of the driver, but I needn't have bothered."Evening girls," he greeted us. "Off to the Village are we?" Yes," replied Gloria, "the Purple Python please. (For those who don'tknow, "The Village" in Manchester is an area noted for its warm welcometo gays, lesbians, and the transgendered.) There wasn't much trafficabout and before long we were. "Oh... oh, yes!" She led -- almost _pulled_ -- him to thestaircase.Most of the people in the room were gathered around the painting.Beatriz was not one of them. She'd been leaning against a wall,watching the men. And watching Ethan - and Wilma. She saw him positionher rival's hand on his groin and saw them hurrying away."Merde!" she hissed, her face contorted into an expression of pure hate.* * * * *"Raise a quarter." Cap tossed the coin onto the pile on the table.Bridget looked at her.