As June made the coffee, she thought about the teenage delivery boy she coaxed into her house Saturday morning. She thought of how it chilled her to feel the boy’s bulge grow beneath the crotch of his jeans. How easy it was to unzip them, reach inside and pull out his dripping member. How she knelt before him&–
“Good morning, June,” Bob entered the break room, his hand wielding a coffee cup that had not been cleaned since last Friday morning. “How was your weekend?”
“Pretty uneventful,” she told him. “Spent some time in the garden. And yours?”
“Too quick,” he said. “As usual.”
He had another argument with his wife Friday night. He wanted to buy a boat, but she didn’t think they should get into debt for such an unnecessary item. Bob stormed off to his local bar. The more he drank, the angrier he grew: he worked full time so she could have the things she wanted, so he deserved the damned boat. When he got home, he woke her up and hit her until she fell off the bed and hit her head on the nightstand. He spent the rest of the weekend boat shopping.
“Party over here!” Nick announced as he entered the room. June poured her coffee and left.
“Say, Bob,” Nick changed into work mode. “Did you get a chance to look at those figures I left you on Friday?”
“Not yet,” Bob said. “First thing this morning.”
“Great. That’ll give me time to recover. This weekend was one party after another.”
“You gotta calm down there, buddy,” Bob patted him on the back.
Nick spent most of the weekend playing chauffer to his great aunt. She was in her late eighties and still wanted to go places like antique stores and museums. Nick enjoyed doing these things with her, but also knew if he kissed up to her, she’d leave him a good sum of money when she died. Besides, he had nothing better to do.
Nick took his coffee and returned to his desk. After a few minutes, the clerk, Ronnie stuck his head into his cubical and asked if he needed anything.
Nick held a file out to him, “Can you photocopy these in triplicate?”
“Sure,” Ronnie said as he took the file.
“Did you catch the game this weekend?”
“No,” Ronnie said. “I missed it.”
“It was a good one,” Nick was able to watch it while he had tea with his aunt. Though he had to keep the volume down, she hated the sounds of sporting events.
Ronnie spent the entire weekend on the computer looking for pictures of naked men. His hard drive and hundreds of zip disks were filled with gay pornography. He sat at the computer, stark naked, jerking off whenever his erection returned.
He stopped his photocopier to let the proofreader, Ellen, make a copy. He always thought of her as weird. She very rarely said anything and was the least attractive woman in the office.
Ellen knew she was ugly, but God made her so for a reason. She knew she was God’s vessel. She went to every church service on Saturday nights and Sunday morning. She studied the Bible and followed all its rules. All around her were sinners, even here in this office. They would all burn in Hell while she looked down at them from Heaven.
“Good morning, Ellen,” her production manager, Peter, placed some more work in her in box, then returned to his desk.
Peter was always open and friendly. Even when he was not at work. He loved all his co-workers, his family and friends and always did what he could to help them out.
There was a message on his machine from his supervisor, Paula. She was going to be a little late for work. Not an uncommon occurrence. She always stayed late into the evening. And Peter was sure she was up to all hours of the night working on her personal business.
Truth was she’d awoken in a strange apartment with some unknown, filthy man. She knew he had supplied some heroin for her and probably fucked her when she was under the influence.
She had to run home, shower and get herself ready for another day. Making sure, of course, her turtleneck sweaters covered the track marks on her arms and neck.
She called her secretary, Michelle and reminded her that the new employee would be there after orientation.
Michelle had already noted it. God, Paula was an idiot. She knew it was a matter of time before she took over her position. Nobody was better than Michelle. She went to bars over the weekend and allowed men to try to pick up on her, then shot them down at the last minute. She loved having power over people. And soon, she would have power over every person in the office.
“Excuse me?” A meek voice called Michelle away from her fantasy.
“What do you want?” Michelle asked the overdressed young man who stood before her.
“I’m supposed to start work today,” he told her.
“Yeah... right,” Michelle mumbled as she pulled together the paperwork all new hires needed to fill out.
As Gary sat in the chairs by the front office, filling out the paper work, he watched people scurry busily around the office. He was looking forward to meeting his fellow employees and hoped he’d also be making some new friends.
