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Sylvia Farrell banged the phone down, and started to cry. A cheerful person, she thought she would really enjoy working in Customer Service, and it was often very pleasant, to help people resolve issues they were having with their orders or the products. Occasionally, though, you just met someone who simply could not be mollified. They wanted to vent, and as the person on the other end of the phone, she was the ventee.
"Another bitch?" came a voice accompanying a soft hand on her shoulder. Tracy was Sylvia's best friend, and had been since they had started high school, eight years ago. They had supported each other through the inevitable dating disappointments, they pushed each other through diets and workouts, and had gotten an apartment together in the city, when they had both applied for and gotten jobs at the call center.
"Bastard," Sylvia said. "He just wanted to piss on someone, and I was a convenient target." She looked up at her. "Break?"
"Break," Tracy agreed. They went outside, and Tracy lit up a cigaret, as she always did, to Sylvia's annoyance. They both liked the contrast they made when they went out together, Sylvia's jet-black corkscrew hair contrasted nicely with Sylvia's platinum blonde. Sylvia's natural color was what she called, dishwater brown, but her eyes were a vivid blue. She always did her hair when Tracy was out of the apartment, but she figured Tracy knew she colored it.
Karen joined them as they got out there, lighting up, too.
"We should cut them all off," said Tracy, going straight to their favorite subject: men.
"I'm really starting to doubt whether he exists," said Sylvia
"Honey, he exists," said Karen, instantly knowing which conversation this was. "The problem is, there are only a couple dozen of HIM, and there are 33 million of US." She took a drag, and said, "truth is, I'd just settle for a good lover."
"Yeah, well, I don't want a lap dog," said Sylvia. "I want--"
"A real man!" said all three together, then they all laughed.
"Seriously, love, you've got to lower your standards just a bit," said Karen. "I'm despairing of just finding a man who can bring me off. Forget the 'death do us part' bit; I just want someone who can fuck me long enough to get me off, or is at least enough of a gentleman to eat me, first. I'm TIRED of finishing off a date with my damn vibrator."
Sylvia was shocked that Karen would mention using a vibrator. Sylvia had a vibrator; Tracy had given her one for Christmas, a couple of years ago. They had all laughed, as it was a great gag gift, but she couldn't bring herself to throw it away. A couple of times, after disappointing dates, she had pulled it out and thought about using it, but she had always put it away again, still unused.
"Hah!" said Tracy. "Now YOU'RE dreaming."
Sandy joined them, then. She was new, and worked in the manager's office. The others thought she looked a little rumpled, but they weren't going to say anything. After saying hi, she lit up, and said, "what's the topic, or are we still talking about what jerks men are?"
"You hit the button, girl," said Karen. "What's your trouble?"
Sandy glanced around nervously, then sighed and said, "my boss. He's married, and he's hitting on me, really hard. It's actually nice to get the attention, but I really DON'T want to get involved with a married BOSS!" She sighed again. "The problem is, he is getting insistent, and I'm finding myself weakening." She put her face in her hands for a moment, and said, "he asked me to make a reservation for him and his wife for the bridal suite at the Governor's Inn in Centreville for this Friday night, and he didn't say why. I made the reservation with his card and in his name, and I just KNOW he's going to put the screws down, hard, for me to join him there, when his wife 'just happens' to not be able to make it."
"Bastards," said Sylvia. "They are ALL BASTARDS!"
"I can't argue with you, there, girlfriend," said Tracy.
"Just tell him you're busy, girl. He can't act that way," said Karen.
Sandy sighed again. "Unfortunately, he can. I really can't prove he's done anything absolutely beyond the rules. He's made it VERY clear what he wants, though. Two other girls warned me off about him. If I have a fling with him, it will be very brief and not very satisfactory, and then I'll be transferred out of his office, so he can start hitting on someone else. I actually like working with him, when he isn't hitting on me.
"The real problem is that I don't have an alibi for this Friday, and I'm an absolutely horrible liar. If I don't have an ironclad reason why I can't be there -- and I CAN'T make one up -- I'm afraid I'm going to lose my job."
"Honey, he CAN'T DO THAT," said Karen. "If he even tries it, you can roast him over a slow, public fire."
"The hell he can't," said Sandy. "As I said, I can't prove anything. He has not broken one rule yet, and he isn't going to. He is as slippery as an eel. If he wants to fire me, he can find a legitimate reason to let me go, and I will have nothing I can say about it." Karen opened her mouth to argue, and Sandy said, "trust me on that." Karen shut up and nodded.
"The really sad thing about it," Sandy went on, "is that I'd like to think I was hired for my skills. He likes what I can do for him, but he doesn't give a damn about skills. He just wants me for these," she said gesturing at her boobs.
"Bastards," Sylvia said again.
"I've GOT it!" said Tracy, excitedly.
"Better see a doctor, then," said Karen with a smirk.
Tracy smacked her shoulder, then said, "let's go rent a cabin, this Friday."
"Who is free, this Friday?" All of them were. "Okay, let's go rent a cabin and have a slumber party, up at Greenstone's, in the park. They always have cabins available this time of year. We'll build a fire in the fireplace, and we can sit around in our PJs, and tell man stories,"
"and get drunk, and take off our clothes, and dance naked -- I LIKE this idea," said Karen.
Sylvia said, slowly, "I'm not so sure I like the part about dancing naked," but Sandy cut her off.
"I see where you are going," she said. "It sounds like fun, and if I have a commitment to be THERE, I have my alibi." She turned to Sylvia, and said, "don't knock dancing naked, girl. If you can do it with other girls, without some jerks trying to grab you, it's a LOT of fun." She turned back to the others, and said, "count me IN! Can we all do it? Can I go back in there, knowing it's a firm commitment?"
"Do I have to dance naked?" said Sylvia, with a bit of a grin, that implied she actually liked the idea, but had just never tried it.
"YES," said Tracy, with a huge grin, who knew her friend very well. "Not only do you have to dance naked, but everyone has to bring, let's see,"
"Something to drink," said Karen, "enough for all four of us."
"Right," said Tracy. "Something to drink, and be ready to tell all about your three wildest sexual experiences,"
"Oh, THAT'll be boring," said Sylvia.
"You might be surprised, love," laughed Tracy. "What else?"
"Lingerie!" said Tracy. "Everyone bring your sexiest." They all four looked around nervously, but all four were blushing, and all four seemed excited about the idea, so they agreed."
"One sex toy to share," said Karen. They all stopped and looked at her, and she blushed. "I guess that's optional," she said, crimson.
"OH!" said Sandy, "Popper!"
"Popper?" said Sylvia, who was completely thrown by Karen's mention of sex toys.
"That sounds kinky," said Karen, "I haven't heard of that toy."
Now Sandy blushed very red, and said, "No, I mean, he's not a toy; well, no that's not right, he IS a toy, but I mean, he's not a SEX toy. No, that's not right, I mean," she stopped, still blushing, and said, "I mean, I have to bring him."
"You've got a son?" said Sylvia.
Sandy laughed, although she was still blushing, and said, "no, silly, he's my dog. He's high- strung, and I really can't leave him home by himself."
As the others paused a moment, to absorb this, she said, "He won't be any trouble. He's very well-trained, and he's very small -- he usually rides in my purse."
Sylvia blinked, then said, "a lap dog?"
"That's right, he's a Chihuahua -- what's so funny?"
They were all late getting in from their break, but they had a solid commitment to meet up at Greenstone's that Friday night. Tracy was going to make the call that afternoon, and put down her credit card, so it would be a solid commitment for them all.
As they watched Sandy walk off to her office job in good spirits, Karen said to the others, "don't forget, you all promised on all the other stuff, too!" before heading off in her direction, laughing.
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