by Cyan
Copyright 2003 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"Anything of interest happen this morning?" Of course we knew each other so well we could practically read the others mind, but I suppose anyone would have picked up the way she paused over the word interest.
"Not really," I said. Caroline's look of unbelief was clear as a bell. "I mean it," I added.
"Not even Sherry?"
"Well, sure, when she brought my coffee in." That goes without saying.
"You poor dear," said Caroline, grinning. "Just one blow-job your whole morning." I'm sure I raised my eyebrows: she usually wouldn't put it quite in those words. Lunch with Caroline has always been interesting.
"I didn't say that," I answered. "Leslie was over, bringing us the monthly reports."
"Ah, lovely little Leslie," said Caroline, suddenly looking off in the distance and I saw the wheels turning in her head. God I love Caroline. "Any chance you can bring her home tonight?"
"I won't see her this afternoon but I could give her a call," I said.
"Well, any of 'em 'll do: how about Donna and Cindy?"
"Two?" I asked.
"Then we won't have to share." She grinned again. The perfect wife!
But another thought came to me: "I'm not so sure about this afternoon: I've got that Deborah Melton coming over."
"Another recruit?" Now it was more than a grin she wore: it was a smirk.
"Maybe," I said, "but I don't think so. She's from Keith, remember?"
"Ah yes, the Snoop From Corporate. Gotta lay low and play it cool."
"Something like that. She's a Business Process Consultant."
"Gag," said Carol.
"Well, in any case, we've got to be careful." She grinned at me and I couldn't help but smile back. You live the life and you have to hide it once in a while. The girls wouldn't say a word: I knew that.
"How long is she going to be around?"
* * *
A week! I tried to keep my face calm: it was no good sending any wrong signals to these consultants. "I'll get you set up with a phone and desk for the duration," I said, my brain on full alert to try to make my answer sound perfectly normal.
"Phone's no problem," she said, patting her purse. Cell phone. "And anywhere I can conduct interviews should be fine." Oh god! A week!
"Sure thing." The Business Process Consultant: poking around for a week. I actually wondered if the girls could last that long: Sherry definitely has to have her daily fun. It was the conference room Ms. Melton finally set up in. She had a luggable file but swore she didn't need anything more than a table and chairs. She didn't even want a connection for her laptop.
I have to admit I did find myself giving some thought to this visit: I finally figured she'd either bumble around a bit harmlessly and leave, turning in a vague report, or she'd ruin everything. And I mean everything: we had business going nicely besides our fun on the side. She interviewed me first, which was fine by me: I'm sure I would have been growing a bit nervous if she were one of those who talks to everyone else before the boss. It wasn't too bad: she was all business and that's what I wanted to see. Soon after that, I watched the girls visiting the conference room, one by one.
Caroline wanted to hear about it: bless her heart, she felt sympathy for us. And she was obviously annoyed I wasn't bringing any of the girls home. "She's certainly not watching our house!" she said.
"It's better to cool it," was all I could say. But she did wear me down eventually and on Deborah Melton's fourth day I finally signalled to Sherry I wanted a word with her.
I'd expected her to follow me into my office but she didn't. "I need to talk to you," I said after coming back out.
She looked slightly uncomfortable. "Not in there," she said, indicating my office with a nod.
"Look," I said, glancing around to see that Deborah wasn't nearby. "It's no big deal to spend a second in your boss's office."
"I can't," she said. "I'm not supposed to."
What? I lowered my voice: "Come over tonight."
"I can't." I just stared at her: Sherry never turns us down. I noticed she looked tense. "I'm busy," she added, as if an afterthought.
"That's OK," I said, and left scratching my head. Sherry turning down and evening with Caroline and me? What would be next?
* * *
"I can't," said Cindy.
"Why not?" I'm afraid I was getting bolder and didn't bother to lower my voice.
"I'm not supposed to."
"What do you mean you're not supposed to?" This was getting weird: Sherry and now Cindy had come up with the same words.
"I... shouldn't do that stuff with you."
"Who says?"
"Deborah."
I stared at her and I'm sure I was openmouthed. Deborah was telling the girls not to talk to me? And why were they listening to her? Was I being set up for firing? "What does Deborah say?"
"No more of that... stuff."
Good grief! "What stuff do you mean."
"You know..."
"You told her about that stuff?"
"She knew. I thought you'd told her."
"She knew!" My voice was raised now despite myself and I quickly realized I had to get myself back under control. I think I started pacing then and there and soon noticed Cindy trying to steal away. She knew! One of the girls had told her?
I caught myself and headed back to my office. I had to think. I called Caroline.
"One of the girls told her?" she exclaimed.
"Apparently."
"And she's still interviewing them?" I saw Caroline's point: it was a little surprising that Deborah was stretching things out considering. "It seems like she's had enough time to talk to them all in any case." That was also to the point: why were interviews still going on?
"What am I going to do?" I asked.
Caroline didn't answer right away. "Ask her."
"Huh?"
"Obviously she knows. You might as well just walk in and ask her what her game is. Bust in on her."
But I couldn't do that. I'm afraid all I did was fret. I thought about getting her attention when I saw her and asked her how things are going. Just get her talking so I could sense what she was thinking. I was still thinking when Caroline walked in.
"Hi Hon, where is she?" was all she said, though she was coming closer for a greeting kiss.
When we had that out of the way I wondered what she was doing there. "You skipped out of work to talk to Deborah?" I asked, amazed.
"It was obvious you weren't going to do it," she said. I hadn't said that, but I wasn't too surprised Caroline jumped to that conclusion.
"I'll talk to her my way," I said.
"Ha!" she said, and she left. I hadn't even told her where Deborah was stationed and I assumed she'd follow one of the girls.
What would Deborah think of Caroline barging in? She didn't even know Caroline existed as far as I knew! I was nervous at the thought and was soon feeling I should have tried to stop Caroline. I got up and went to the reception area. The conference room door was shut and Sherry was at her desk. "Is Caroline in there?" I asked.
"I'm not supposed to say."
What? "Listen, Sherry, you still work for me, you know!" I couldn't believe I was having to talk to Sherry like this. I noticed she looked nervous and it occurred to me that she was caught in the middle of something.
"Let me check," she said. She knocked on the conference room door and waited. The door opened a crack and I slipped over to where I could see through it. But by the time I was in position, it was closed again. "She's busy," said Sherry. In a second, I was knocking myself. Then I found myself pounding. I looked around: Sherry was gone.
Then I was back in my office, pacing. I thought about calling Keith and giving him a piece of my mind, but I didn't like the things Deborah apparently knew about our office. She could tell Keith things that I'd rather he didn't know. I collapsed in my chair and decided to call Deborah. I realized I didn't know her number. Finally I just sat there, staring into space.
The office was quiet and I realized that was a little strange. I saw no indication of Sherry back at her post and I was in a position to hear if the conference room opened. I ended up sitting there until after five, feeling like I was in a deserted office.
Finally I heard the door open. Caroline appeared in my door. I looked at her and I'm sure my eyebrows raised.
"She's nice," Caroline said. Something about her voice struck me strangely. I guess it was the sincerity: Caroline usually has some angle going when she makes such a statement.
"And?" I asked.
"Come here," she said. And I found myself being led into the conference room. Deborah sat at the table, but when she saw us she swiveled her chair away from it. Caroline led me to right in front of her. Deborah smiled up at us. "Kneel here," said Caroline. She was pointing at the floor in front of Deborah.
* * *
I'm being led into what used to be my own office. "Kneel," says the voice next to me. I can't see because I'm blindfolded, but that's as usual as are the handcuffs that hold my wrists behind me. And my state of dress, or rather undress. As always, I kneel as commanded. The hands guide my head forward. "Lick," says the voice behind me.
I know it's Deborah I'm licking. I know it even though I've never been allowed to see. It's been this way, every day, ever since the reorganization. And my new position as Deborah's assistant. I hear her giggle, or at least I assume it is her: it is always Sherry behind me giving the orders. I suppose it could be any of them in front of me--no, I'm not allowed to see them, but I can tell they're in there, watching me. You can just hear the sounds and feel that there are more people in there. I assume it's Deborah I lick because otherwise they'd probably have me lick more than one person, unless they are going out of their way to trick me. I think about what the rest of them are doing: Leslie, Grace, Anne, Donna, all of them. I imagine there must be things going on: they're all in there a lot every day. They gather before Sherry comes to get me and they're usually there around noon when Caroline comes over.
Caroline doesn't look at me. Sherry leads her into Deborah's office the way she leads me in except that she's allowed to keep her clothes on. She comes in and waits for Sherry to come out without once looking at me. I said her name a couple of times at first, after she'd just moved out on me, but she won't look at me; she'll only wait for Sherry.
Except once: once she came over and stood next to me, not ignoring me the way she usually did. "Caroline, why?" I asked, softly, sensing it was my opportunity to open communications again.
"I can't talk to you," she whispered. Somehow that didn't surprise me: I'd kept my own voice down and something in me didn't want them to hear us in Deborah's office--what used to be my office.
"Come home," I heard myself say. "Where are you staying?"
She didn't answer, but did put her hand on my shoulder as she stood next to me. I could tell she felt something for me, but I also knew that she wasn't going to answer me. I was certain she stayed at Deborah's now.
She almost jumped away from me when Deborah's door finally started to open. Sherry'd brought the handcuffs and blindfolds as always and Caroline obediently stood and let herself be prepared. As I watched them go back in, Sherry glanced my way.
I could see that Sherry knew Caroline and I had been saying something. I wondered what Deborah would do about that.
Cyan Stories
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