He yanked his shorts down to expose his rigid meat.

"Beautiful! So big and hard!" Viola stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue, as if she were already tasting the juice dripping from his cockhead.

He moved to the bed and dropped between her thighs. He was about to plunge his dick into her cunt, when Viola suddenly scooched upward and pushed down on his shoulders. "No, no, baby, not yet!"

"What ya mean?" he gasped.

"I mean I want some cunt-sucking first."

"But… but I want to fuck you, Viola!"

"Bullshit! When a man fucks me, he fucks me my way. Now eat me!"

"Oh, no, Viola!No!"

The voice boomed through the room from the doorway. The young man jumped to his feet in fright as Viola opened her eyes and sat up.

"Oh, shit," she hissed. "Albert, you fucking asshole!"

Jewell Maxwell looked at her watch. It read about a quarter to five. In fifteen minutes she would be able to leave. Around her, people were beginning to slowly put their things away. Typewriters were being covered, pencils put into drawers. A lot of the girls went in to put on fresh makeup. The men were straightening tot and reaching for jackets. Everybody was getting lined up, waiting for the gun to go off.

At five minutes to five, Jewell decided to give herself an edge. She got up, put on her coat and left. The girl at the reception desk asked her sarcastically why she was leaving so early. Jewell had always thought she was a cunt, and didn't exactly try and hide it.

"Because I've got a hot date to get fucked tonight, and I want to beat the rush of straights and squares trying to get home to their simpering wives and slobbering babies."

The receptionist went white. "Well, I never…!"

"I'll bet you haven't," Jewell smiled. "In fact, if you ever lost it, it's probably grown back."