"Just do it," Maggie said.

Tracy felt as if she were walking through the room naked as she walked to Gary's office. She could feel a hundred eyes on her. She knew how a lamb felt being led to the slaughter.

She knocked and his voice said come in.

It was exactly as it was yesterday. He waved her to a seat while he finished some papers. Then he looked up. This time he didn't smile at her.

"So you came back," he said.

"Yes," she said.

"Back to me and my filthy job," he said. "You know you made me angry yesterday."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"You should be," he said. "There are hundreds of better-looking girls begging me for jobs. I only met with you because of Maggie. I'm only meeting with you today because of Maggie."

"I appreciate it," she said.

She met his eyes and looked away. She felt a nervous shiver of apprehension go up her spine. His eyes were lustful. He was looking at her the way the boys on the street corner back home had often looked at her.

"I've got no time for games," he said. "Strip down. Let's see what you look like."

She closed her eyes tightly. She kept telling herself that it was all a bad dream. This couldn't be happening to her. She wasn't really in a man's office getting ready to take off her clothes to allow him the use of her body.

But she was. She still felt his hard eyes on her.

"Hurry up, damn it," he said. "I haven't got all day."

She stood up. With nervous fingers she unbuttoned the front of her blouse. She had chosen to wear a frilly black bra that morning and now she was sorry she had, for the bra uplifted her tits and showed off plenty of pink flesh above her bra top.

"Goddamn," Gary whispered softly. "With titties like those you're going to go far in this town."

It was just too disgusting. She couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed her blouse and started buttoning it back up as she started for the door.