"Clean it up and go home," she said.

He didn't move. "I need a raise," he said.

She smiled at him. "Having trouble?"

"A bigger draw would help."

"All right, I'll think about it, Henry. Now please clean the mess up and get out of here."

A few minutes later she heard the front office door slam shut and finally she was alone.

She got her things together and made ready to close up the office. It was Friday evening. She'd had a busy week and she told herself she ought to relax this weekend. Zelda needs a littie fun, she thought. Maybe it was time to get fucked. Having Henry lick her cunt was amusing, but she needed more than that to be satisfied. She wanted a strong cock sliding in and out of her pussy. A stud with muscles and heavy equipment. She would have him go down on her and then he could pound her pussy to a frazzle.

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. Maybe she could find someone quickly. She knew a few bars she might try, places where a woman like her could foci comfortable about picking up a man. They had to be strangers. She never let anyone she knew fuck her. She never let anyone she knew get the best of her. Sometimes she wanted a woman instead of a man and there were bars for that, too. She always caused a stir when she walked into one of those dyke joints. They were at her like a pack of bloodhounds, their tongues wagging as they made their pitches.

But the men were more fun. What she wanted tonight was a man. She put fresh make-up on, brushed her hair, straightened her dross and sauntered out of the office with an image of a long thick cock in her mind. A fat cock dripping jism, a pair of heavy balls, a hard good looking ass. Nice chest and big biceps.

She thought about where to go. She picked a place. She climbed into her little sports car in front of the building and zoomed away down the boulevard. Ten minutes later she walked into a crowded bar and sat down to have a Bloody Mary.