J. T. Watson

SISTER’S RAPE LESSON

Tracy Dixon crossed her pretty legs and looked about her with an expression of nervousness. Although she had been warned by her sister Maggie of what to expect in the offices of Parker and Hudson, she still had not been ready for the lush carpeted offices where famous people passed casually.

She had already noticed a couple of television personalities and some faces that she’d never seen before except in newspapers or in magazines.

“Miss Dixon,” the willowy blonde secretary spoke sharply. “Mr. Hudson will see you now.”

Tracy tried to control her nervousness as she walked from the waiting room into the inner office of Mr. Hudson. Maggie had told her all about him except how young he was. Tracy was surprised to see a handsome young man seated behind the big desk.

“Have a seat,” he said. “I’ll be with you in just a second.”

Tracy sat across from him and crossed her legs again. She hoped she looked all right. She had always considered herself pretty. She had long blonde hair and very blue eyes and a figure that drove men wild. She had thought herself pretty enough to land any job but she’d already seen a few fantastic-looking women working in the office.

Mr. Hudson finished working with the papers in front of him and he looked up.

“Hello again,” he said. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. We’ve just been so busy lately.”

“I understand,” Tracy said.

“So you want a position with us,” he said. “What are you qualified for?”

“I’ve had two years of college,” she said. “I can type and take shorthand.”

“We have too many typists and people who can take shorthand already,” he said. “In fact, we really have all the people we need in the secretarial capacity.”

“I don’t understand,” Tracy said. “Maggie said you needed new people.”

“Of course we do,” he said. “But not as secretaries. We have a lot of different openings around here. For different types of girls. How would you like a job as an extra on one of our sets?”