Room 2D

From Blushes 32 Going to stand in front of him. Mr Grately was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. Glancing at a book. He looked up. ‘Miss Simpkins. Oh yes. Miss Simpkins. The girl with the glasses. I’ve had very bad reports, Miss Simpkins. Terrible unpunctuality. Work at times sloppy. All kinds of things. Miss Simpkins needs a good kick in the bottom someone said.’ Mr Grately smiled. ‘What d’you think of that, Miss Simpkins. Take your dress off, Miss Simpkins.’ ‘Look…’ Mr Grately was on his feet. A bulky man. ‘No looks, Miss Simpkins.  Take your dress off .’ All at once she was shaking. She had been told about Mr Grately but had thought they were joking. He wasn’t her boss he was Personnel. Her own boss, Mr Sotherby, was quite easy-going. Well he had seemed easy-going, not saying anything. Mr Grately… He was close. His eyes scary behind his dark-rimmed glasses. ‘Did you hear me, Miss Simpkins.  Take y...

From Blushes 40 The moment he saw her he felt the urge, the compulsion. Hitting him almost like a physical thing. He had felt it before, with certain girls, young women, felt that need to do it; but never with the same intensity as with this girl who walked into the room to sit down opposite. And together with this urge, the need, which had the adrenalin suddenly throbbing through his veins, was his head telling him: You can. You’ll be able to. With this one. That was ridiculous. With a girl working for you, you had to be even more careful. Sexual harassment: it got headlines almost like murder these days. And Women’s Lib. A man could be crucified. It was ridiculous. But in his head it was also saying: Bugger that. Ninety per cent of them wouldn’t say a word. Ninety per cent probably. Not if it’s the boss. With a good job, a good salary, that she couldn’t bear to give up. It was a good job. And he could afford to offer a highl...