“Yes? What is it, Miles?”
George Peterson looked up from his lunchtime crossword and glanced idly at Miles Slattery as he grinned at him around the office door. A few crumbs from his chicken sandwich had scattered over sixteen across; one of the many clues that George had still yet to solve.
“Have you seen her yet, boss?”
Miles was one of the younger members of George’s staff and could be a real pain in the ass at times. His light brown hair flopped fashionably over one eye and made George think that the young clerk needed a good haircut.
“Who are we talking about now?” George sighed expansively. He guessed that one of the girls from accounts or the computer room was now the current fixation of Miles and the rest of the young office males. All they ever seemed to do was think about sex these days, George pondered. It was a surprise that they ever got any work done – which Miles rarely did.
George looked at his young clerk and then back down at the crossword. He brushed the crumbs away from sixteen across and read: To pull and tug vigorously; four letters. He smiled to himself and wrote: j-e-r-k. Thank you Miles, he thought.
“The new temp.” Miles suddenly exclaimed excitedly.
“What?” George looked up a little confused.
“Come on, boss. Try and keep up! The new temp? In Frank Walker’s office? Have - you - seen - her - yet?”
George suddenly remembered what the conversation was about and knew that he was beaten. He pushed the newspaper to one side and threw his empty sandwich wrapper in the litterbin.
“Er, no. Why?”
“Oh man!” Miles enthused. “This one is a real cracker! Not so young, I suppose, but she’s a complete nymphomaniac!”
George was surprised that Miles even knew what the word meant.
“I thought you guys were only interested in leering at girls just out of high school,” George said. “What’s so special about this older woman?”
“You’re not listening, boss.” Miles continued becoming visibly more agitated. “This woman can’t get enough. We’re taking it in turns to go into her office at lunchtime and bang her. Also, we’ve got a hole made in the wall of the office next door so while one of us does the business, the others can watch! It’s Ray Hunter’s turn today. Come on, George, come and have a look!”
George knew only too well that if he chickened out on this, his life would be made a living hell for ages. The young studs of the office would get months and months of pleasure from reminding him of his failure to rise to this challenge.
If truth be told, George had lost interest in sex a few years ago. He was still capable, he knew – quite often he would develop an erection when passing a sexy looking woman in the street – but the desire had gone. It was his wife, Kay he felt sorry for the most; a few years younger than him, George was well aware that her desire for a physical relationship had not dwindled as his had – in fact, if anything, it had grown stronger. But Kay had been very understanding. She had not pestered him for sex or teased him about his lack of ardour. But then, while tidying the bathroom one day, George had found a long, realistic looking vibrator. He understood better then why his wife seemed as content as she was. He was happy that she had found an alternative arrangement.
“Come on, boss.” Miles called excitedly and broke George’s reverie. “We don’t want to miss anything!”
The though of watching Ray Hunter’s buttocks bouncing up and down between the legs of some poor unfortunate woman did little for George but he knew there was little choice. With a deep sigh he got up from behind his desk and followed his young clerk out of his office and along the corridor.
“Hey, guys,” said Miles as he ushered George into the small, dark office. “The boss is going to join us today!”
There were already three young men crowded into the office and they nodded greetings to George as he entered. George could see a small hole in the side of the wall that backed onto Frank Walker’s old office. He had no idea that his sick colleague had already been replaced by a temp.
“Come on, boys!” Miles joked. “Let old George have a look.”
“Ray is just about to go in.” Said one of George’s young staff as he was pushed towards the spy-hole. “She’s just sitting there waiting for him!”
As George obligingly positioned his eye against the small hole, his whole life suddenly changed. He had been a little apathetic about spying on another member of staff and had thought that he would have just a quick peek and then break the little group up on the pretext that they all had work to do. But now things were different. He now seemed to remember Kay saying something a few days ago about starting a new temporary job – but in his wildest dreams (or darkest fantasies) he had not the slightest idea that she was working here, in Frank Walker’s old office.
The sudden realisation that his staff had been discussing his own wife quickly dawned on him. But if he backed out now they would ask him for an explanation and George Peterson wasn’t sure that he had one. He wasn’t sure that he had any answers at all. He had no option but to keep his eyes glued firmly to the spy-hole.
As George continued spy on his wife, he heard the door to her office slowly open and the unmistakable sound of Ray Hunter’s familiar drawl as he entered.
“You been waiting on me, baby?”
Kay nodded wordlessly as her eyes peered up over the rim of her glasses. George thought that she looked a little flushed; excited. He watched as Ray sauntered – almost swaggered – towards the big desk and obscenely cupped his hand to the front of his suit pants.
“Or maybe,” he continued, “it’s this that you’ve been waiting for!”
George watched as Kay licked her lips appreciatively and nodded again. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to; the look of lust on her face told Ray – and George – all they needed to know.
“It’s right here for you, sweetheart.” Ray said. “Just waiting for you. Come and get it.”
