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HOOKED
By Anonymous
Section A:
There's a financial newspaper on my desk and it says that
Georgie Kalvos is dead. I'm half wishing he's doing a stint in hell
and half hoping he's got plenty of good looking women down there to
keep him company - yes, and an occasional bottle of ouzo to slake his
thirst too. It's been many years since I last saw him and if I'm going
to remember him I'll remember him as he was. A middle aged man with
the smile of a boy, the build of a gorilla, the manners of a courtier
and the morals of a shark.
Talking of sharks, I wonder if Collette at her ranch in Nevada
is remembering Georgie and the first girl who ever turned a trick for
her? For a long time I resented Collette and Georgie because they made
a fool out of me but if Collette was here now I'd gladly share a toast
with her to our Greek lover's memory. Collette runs a brothel and I
run a bank, and yet I think that perhaps he was one of the few real
man that either one of us has ever known.
Slowly, I rub my palms over my desk, thinking back to that
other manager's office, that other desk, the one that creaked
underneath my weight as the bars of sunlight leaking through the
blinds fell onto the dollar bills jammed into the tops of my
bank-uniform nylons, the roughness of Georgie's hands between my
opened thighs and Collette's excited voice jeering at me: "Hey,
Yvonne, I think he wants to make a deposit in you!"
It was when I'd first joined the bank, as a teenage junior
teller. It was a time when all the world loved the Beatles, when
computers were still out of sight and out of mind, and when I was
terribly excited about living away from home for the first time. Not
that the branch I'd started in was located anywhere at all exciting.
Just a small fishing town where the fresh sea breeze was often tainted
with the smell of drying nets and diesel fumes from the trawlers.
The bank had arranged accommodation in the local YWCA, and it
was Collette who showed me around it for the first time. She was a
plump, cheerful girl with a bubbly personality who had the room next
to mine and also worked at the bank. In fact the bank was such a small
one that Collette and I were the sole full time staff, plus the
manager. The only other employee was a local married woman who came in
during the mornings to help with the bookwork.
Though everything seemed fine at first I soon had an vague
impression that Collette had something on her mind that she wanted to
talk about. One afternoon she invited me into her room to share some
beer she'd smuggled in and to have a little chat. It turned out to be
a little chat with some big surprises in it.
"Listen, Yvonne, I've got a private arrangement at the bank.
The thing is, I need your help to keep it going. The girl who had your
job before was happy to help out and I'm hoping you'll do the same."
My first reaction was a horrible fear that I was being invited
to help cook the books.
"God, no," Collette had answered, laughing. "No, it's nothing
like that at all. It's to do with Georgie Kalvos."
As new as I was in town I already knew something about
Georgie, a classic immigrant success story. He'd arrived in town as a
teenager with only the clothes on his back and hardly able to speak a
word of English. A lot of people thought that originally he'd jumped
ship. If so, it had been the first of many smart moves: now he owned
four fishing boats, a processing plant and even the trucks that took
his catch off to the markets had his name on their sides. But what he
and Collette could have in common I couldn't imagine. So I asked her.
"Well....," Collette seemed rather coy. "Before I go back to
the city I'd like to make as much spare cash as I can. And what
Georgie wants is some fun on the side. He's certainly got the money to
pay for it. The problem is that this is a small town and his wife is a
Greek as well. You know how jealous these foreign wives can be about
every little thing."
I hardly knew anything at all about marriage or marriages,
whether foreign or domestic. But I just nodded.
"So, we've got this arrangement. Every Thursday afternoon our
boss goes off to the weekly managers' meeting upstate. Which just
leaves me and the other teller in the branch. Which also means that
from now on you'll be the other teller, right?"
Yes, I said, I supposed so. Of course this was a small town
back in an era when people went on holiday without bothering to lock
their doors and bank robberies only happened in Westerns.
"So what?" I asked.
"So on Thursday afternoons Georgie comes in to collect the
payroll for his workers."
"What about it?"
Collette sighed in frustration and looking back I can't blame
her. I must have led an incredibly sheltered life.
"Yvonne, what I'm trying to tell you is that when he arrives I
take him into the manager's office to get the money out of the safe.
He'll arrive just before closing time and we'll be in there for about
an hour. So I'd be really grateful if you'd cash up and keep look-out
for us until I let him out of the back door. And please don't come
knocking on the office door unless you have to."
I nearly dropped my glass in surprise when I finally
understood what she was talking about: "In the bank! You're doing it
with a customer in the bank!"
"I told you, he has to be very careful about his wife not
finding out. So going to the bank for the payroll is a perfect alibi.
Who's ever going to suspect that anything would be going on there?"
"But, Collette, why do you do it?"
"For money, that's why. He leaves me a hundred dollar tip from
the wages afterwards."
I was astonished all over again. In those days fifty dollars
was a good wage for a week's work. For a woman, anyway.
"Look, all I need is for you not to tell anyone. It's worth
ten bucks for you to cover for me. The important thing is that you
keep an eye open for the boss coming back early from the meeting and
maybe dropping into the bank on his way home. He never has done yet
but it might happen sometime. If it does just ring the office bell
under the counter and then keep him talking as long as you can. It
doesn't have to be all that long because I always keep most of my
clothes on - all except the really important bits."
I recall how she'd giggled in amusement at her own bravado.
I'd thought she was a silly little girl who was one day going to
miserably sad about how she'd sacrificed her virtue for a few dollars.
Yes, I know, it sounds like a story that should have dragons and
knights in shining armor in it, but the world was different then, or
at least a lot of us thought it was. Anyway, if anybody wants to look
for a moral in all this, Collette is now worth millions whilst I'm
still looking after other peoples' money.
At the time though I was as stuck up and snotty as only a
young fool can be. I'd said that I didn't want her dollars and
whatever she did with Mr. Kalvos was her business and nothing to do
with me.
"Well, suit yourself," Collette had answered cheerfully.
"Susie, the last girl, she had a different ideas altogether. I'd
better not tell you about what the pair of us got up to though, or
you'll be really shocked."
Shocked! - and this was the same girl I'd seen carrying the
collection plate around in church on Sunday!
"But you won't tell on me?"
"No, I won't say anything - but, Collette, isn't it - well,
awful - to do it with an old man? An older man, anyway."
That had amused her a lot: "Yvonne, Georgie is a wonderful
lover. If you ever find a man half as good you'll be lucky. Anyway,
always remember, the older the man is the more likely he is to be
telling you the truth about his vasectomy!"
It was a conversation which made me think I still had a lot to
learn about life. It was also a long time before I got to sleep that
night - especially as it was a Wednesday night. You could say I was
gripped by a lot of conflicting emotions. But for all my brave words
it was my curiousity which was most stirred. I'd always thought sex
for normal women was all to do with marriage and white gowns and
honeymoons and lifelong romance - not something to be bought and sold
in a bank office like any other commodity. Or was it all some huge
joke that Collette was playing on me? I finally decided it had to be a
joke, and that she must have a very strange sense of humor.
Georgie Kalvos arrived precisely when Collette said he would,
and we both called him Mr. Kalvos respectfully; after all, he was the
bank's biggest customer. Even so, with just the three of us there, I
would have expected to see some signs of the relationship Collette had
told me about. I was more sure than ever that it had all been a joke.
On the other hand things continued to go exactly as Collette
had predicted. They went off to the manager's office together and
after I'd locked the front doors and emptied the cash registers they
were still in there. Almost a quarter of an hour by then. Something
more than checking the payroll had to be going on in there, but what?
Where they really having sex together, or was Collette teaching him
double entry book keeping or something?
It was driving me crazy, not knowing. There was a way to find
out though - just to slip out very quietly into the corridor and
listen for a few seconds. Whatever was going on in the office, I
should get a clue to it from some very discreet eavesdropping. I'd
like to say I had to struggle with my conscience before I decided on
that course of action, but the truth is that my conscience was as
curious as the rest of me.
When I tiptoed out into the gloomy corridor I was totally
surprised to find that the manager's office door was half opened. What
was more, I could hear Collette muttering softly and giggling. Like a
cat being drawn towards catmint I simply couldn't help taking a few
more steps down the corridor. And what I finally saw made me gasp and
then clasp my hands to my mouth to belatedly stifle the sound. For
Collette was bent over the desk, her back to the door. She was still
wearing the white crisp blouse which, with a dark skirt, was the
bank's summer uniform. But she certainly wasn't wearing her skirt,
just a wispy pair of black panties, a black suspender belt and
uniform issue dark stockings. It was a sight which made my heart jump,
my mouth go dry and set my legs trembling.
For some reason I had a sudden mental picture of Collette
standing in her booth and calmly serving the customers the way she was
now, perfectly normal from the waist up and practically naked below.
In fact I'd never before seen panties like the ones she was wearing,
of the thinnest silk and briefest cut imaginable, panties which looked
as if they would float like thistle seed if somebody threw them into
the air. In fact that seemed to be exactly their raison d'etre, to be
dragged off their wearer and tossed carelessly aside by some lust
crazed male. Even at the time I couldn't help wondering where the shop
was that she'd bought them from.
George appeared in the doorway, also with his back to me. In
his hand were what looked like a wad of bills. I saw him take one of
them in his other hand, fold it and slip it into Collette's stocking
tops. Then the same hand lifted up and gently caressed the gusset of
her panties. Collette giggled again, stirred around on the desk top
and then hissed approvingly. Her well rounded buttocks lifted up
higher in an obvious invitation to Georgie's fingers, which probed a
line of blonde curls that had suddenly appeared in the panties. I
found myself blushing at the sight.
For a second or so I actually thought her underwear had split
open, until I realised that they had an open gusset, that the panties
were actually designed that way, to reveal much more than they hid. At
least my curiousity was satisfied now about whether Georgie and
Collette were indeed having an affair. What also amazed me was that
they hadn't even bothered to close the door properly. Still, they
certainly hadn't seen me and all I had to do was to creep away softly
from this embarrassing situation.
And it was then, when I tried to back away, that I found out
how big a mistake I'd made. Because the hem of my skirt tugged around
my legs when I tried to step back, just as a bell tinkled inside the
office. I gasped in horror and tried to flee but my dammed skirt
seemed to be stuck in mid-air, and then I heard the sound of tearing
cloth as the bell kept on tinkling. Georgie had already swung around
towards the doorway. Panic stricken by then, I bent over and brushed
my hands over the places where the skirt seemed to be held, then
yelped as something small but viciously sharp caught at my right palm.
The door flew open, casting more light into the corridor and finally
letting me see what was happening.
On each white painted wall were tiny pieces of clear sticky
tape, opposite to each other and about two feet above the carpet.
Stretched between them was a length of very fine black fishing line
which had been invisible in the dimly lit corridor. And hanging from
every inch of the line were tiny black painted hooks with four barbs
sticking out of each of them, barbs with extremely sharp points. It
was these which had gotten caught up in my skirt. In total panic I
made one last desperate attempt to pull free of the hooks and achieved
nothing but making one or two more rips in it.
The bell tinkled again as if an impatient customer was
waiting and Georgie's laughter echoed it. He bent down and picked up
another length of fishing line which was obviously attached to the one
with the hooks on. The other end was just as obviously attached to the
bell in the office.
Standing there with my mouth hanging open I stared at the
man's grinning face as I realised I had stumbled into a trap, a simple
but very effective one which had snared me as easily as a rabbit in a
noose. Not only trapped, but warning Georgie and Collette that I was
standing out in the corridor like a fool! How much of a fool I felt I
can only leave to your imagination.
Before I could even think of anything to say Georgie walked
towards me, grabbed my wrists, pulled me towards him and kissed me
full on the lips. A mingled and overpowering aroma of spearmint
mouthwash and garlic went into my nose and deep down into my lungs as
I made a futile attempt to push him away. It was like trying to shove
a wall over. He simply lifted my wrists up over my shoulders without
the slightest effort, as though he were dangling a rag doll.
"Beautiful girl, Yvonne. I like you so much," he said happily.
Behind him Collette was standing in the doorway, apparently
not embarrassed at all about the way she was dressed or what I'd seen
them doing. "I thought you'd come and have a look. That's great, now
you can see as much as you like."
"No, I don't want to see anything," I protested, still
squirming ineffectually in Georgie's iron grip.
"Then how come we've caught you snooping on us? That wasn't
what I asked you to do, that was something you decided to do yourself.
Keep her there, Georgie."
Collette walked towards me, around me, so she was facing
George, then quite calmly started undoing my belt!
"What do you think you're doing!" I protested.
Collette answered me in a totally unsympathetic way: "Sorry,
but I guess you've landed yourself right in it now, Yvonne. Don't
panic though, nobody is going to hurt you."
My muscles tensed, ready to fight or flee. But how could I do
either with Georgie holding my arms and my toes hardly touching the
ground.?
"As for what we're doing, we're protecting ourselves, Yvonne."
Collette continued briskly. "Look, this is a pretty dangerous game
Georgie and I are playing. If his wife were to find out about this
we'd have the Trojan wars all over again. Personally, I want to start
my own business soon and I'll probably need a bank loan. I wouldn't
have much chance of getting one if I was remembered as the girl who
got fired from a bank herself for getting screwed by the customers. So
we have to be careful."
I made one more attempt to wriggle free from Georgie and then
instantly stopped as Collette unhooked the hook and eye at the skirt's
waist. One more such movement and it was clear that my skirt was going
to slip down.
"Now, if you hadn't come into the corridor we wouldn't have
bothered about you. After all you couldn't have seen anything so you
couldn't have said for certain that anything was really going on. But
you did come near the office, you did see what was happening. It's a
problem for us then, to make sure you don't tell anybody else."
"You left the goddammed door open, didn't you? I wouldn't have
seen anything but for that!"
Collette laughed at my anger, reached out and toyed with my
zipper tab.
"No you wouldn't have seen anything, so you would have crept
up closer to the door and listened instead, and you would have been
just as certain about what was going. We left the door open so that if
the bell was rung we could be out in the corridor before you ran away.
Truth to tell, I didn't think the fishhooks would work as well as they
did. They were Georgie's idea when we were planning this."
"What do you mean, planning it?"
"Well, it wouldn't have been much of a plan if you'd stayed
out front as you were supposed to. There wouldn't have been any
problem either about you telling tales on us."
I hastily shook my head in rebuttal: "There isn't any problem.
I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"Yeah, Yvonne maybe, but Georgie and I would be much surer of
that if you had as much to lose as we do." She jerked the zipper down
and tweaked the pleats on the skirt.
Even at that moment I was surprised about how Georgie was just
standing there, letting Collette do all the talking. I had already
begun to realise how strong a personality she had. Now I had a
demonstration of how ruthless she was as well as my skirt dropped
down around my feet. Georgie laughed and said something in Greek which
sounded as if he was pleased. His head was bent forward as he looked
down at my legs.
"Oh, he likes you alright. He's been hoping like hell you'd
come along, haven't you, Georgie?"
I tried to speak calmly: "Please, Collette, what is it you
want me to do?"
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HOOKED
By Anonymous
Section A
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