Clytemnestra Lathrop, better known to the corner boys in the Tillery's Tenements area of Buttermilk Falls as "Nasty Nesti" lounged in the outer office of Dickie Divallo.
Richard Divallo Senior, had founded Divallo & Rothgeb and then left it to Dickie (Junior).
Dickie's oldest son, Richard the Third, called "Trey" headed up Accounting...
But it seemed like Dickie's younger boy, who they called "Dizzy" was not up for joining the firm at all.
Nesti thought Diz was adorable.
So what if he wanted to be a pottery instructor? Working in the brokerage was boring, Nesti knew that well.
Diz really appreciated Nesti's interest in him. Sexually, he was more compelled by his roommate's nine inches of you-know-what-
But Nesti did help to get money out of the old man to keep Diz's lights on.
Her vocational course in typing in the Buttermilk County Girl's Correctional having proved invaluable, Nesti was Dickie Divallo's executive secretary.
"Dickie, why doncha give Diz a little cash?"
Nesti stood up and stretched in her violet mesh pullover, and her firm cantaloupes slightly rearranged her riot of honey blonde curls.
Nesti pouted slightly as her employer looked a bit truculent.
"Nesti, the boy doesn't want to work. Teaching ceramics is a waste of time."
"It's not like he needs a lot. He makes enough with the senior citizens and also at the community center to cover his rent and food, but I think his car payment is the big problem."
Nesti smiled and stretched again, and amusedly watched Dickie's eyes pop a little bit, the horny old fuck.
"You're as bad as his mother. The boy needs a shock of reality. Actually, so does his mom. Too dependent on the alimony."
Nesti walked over and leaned in front of where Dickie was sitting, and casually moved her knee between the old man's legs and rubbed his crotch.
"It would make Nesti happy, if you were a little generous to Sonny Boy."
Dickie flushed. He just worshipped his new secretary. She was friendly and fun, and she gave him massages, and sometimes let him give HER massages.
Nesti claimed she had a "heart murmur" and more than once had opened her blouse and asked Dickie to rub a sensitive spot just above her left breast.
Once, when she'd felt tense, Dickie had taken her to the motel down the street and she'd stripped to her bra and panties and he'd given her a full rubdown, just for medical purposes, of course.
Dickie had been a medic in Vietnam, and had also learned a bit of physical therapy. So it was not surprising that Nesti thought he had capable, strong hands.
But you see, when Dickie came back from the war, sure, he could have become a full time physical therapist...
But Richard, Sr. needed him in the business. And Trey had wanted to be a race-car driver, and had driven in Lemans for a bit, but also joined up at Dickie's request.
Now Dizzy...that boy just didn't comprehend. Art school, all that nonsense, selling his vases, and now this stupid job teaching.
Nesti got very close to Dickie. He breathed heavily.
"You were so nice to give me that massage the other day. I felt a little uncomfortable about taking everything off-"
Dickie coughed.
"Hrrumph, well I just wanted to be thorough in getting the kinks out."
"You don't want to spend a lot of time lecturing Dizzy. Why don't you just give him a big check-five thousand, maybe ten or so-"
"What?"
"You're generous, Dickie. You gave me a huge bonus last month.
Give Dizzy that, and then we can go to the motel and work on making your fingers do the walking, you know?"
Nesti leaned down and unzipped Dickie, and he felt her reach her long peach nail in and stroke his burgeoning member.
"You must have tension and groin pain yourself."
Nesti's fingers rubbed Dickie's penis and she kissed his ear.
