Free The Girls Club by Jackie Coupe Page B

dry fucking cunt.
    “Me too!”
    And she was gone.  The afterglow warmth of her office interlude with Sky was now ruined.  She would get to see Sarah sure.  If Carolyn left anything of her behind after digestion, she’d heard black widows ate their mates after sex.
    It wasn’t constructive and it wasn’t going to make the evening go any better or quicker.  She had found the one person she had met she couldn’t for the life of her stand.  And she was going to have to do the nasty to her.
    Jesus, Mary and Joseph. 
    She emailed Rosh.  The clothes shopping would still have to happen.  Hopefully she wouldn’t be picking Carolyn pubes out of teeth all day while she was doing it.
    Hold the fucking phone!  No one, NO ONE, has said that’s a necessary performance piece.  In fact.  If you do go so far as to put your mouth near there I will personally insist we rinse with ‘tidy bowl’ when we get back.  And that shits fatal.
    Point taken.  There wasn’t going to be anything south of the border that wasn’t of a perfunctory nature.  That was it.  She had made massive strides in personal expansion of late, what she didn’t want is to ruin the whole thing, ruin her mentality, by having a run in with a ‘she bitch’ in heat.
    It would be name, rank and serial number. 
    Ask Rochelle what she’s like.  Maybe she knows the quickest way to press the buttons.
    What a quality idea!  If she knew how to give Carolyn that special lovin’ it would be over lickity split.  Then the receptionist with the eerie teeth would just be a glare in the rear view mirror.  Once she was in the down line she had no way of getting her hands on her again.
    She just had to make it good.  Once.
    And pretend its someone really hot.  Or maybe make sure its dark.  And definitely make sure you’ve been blessed by a Priest.
    Her worst worry two months ago was that she would ever find anyone to sleep with, such was her fear of being found out for what she truly was.  How different things had become.
    Would you sooner go back to the way it was?  How boring and lonely was that?
    Her email jingle told her she had new mail.
    Rochelle had got her message and they could make arrangements over a drink in the bar later.  She mailed back her thanks.  Her desk buzzer went.
    “Come through please Karen”  Sarah Steiger?  How much more excitement could she put up with today.
    She slapped her forehead, the flimsy for the documentation she’d taken earlier was on her desk, she picked it up. 
    Tap, tap.
    “Come in”
    Karen came in and closed the door.
    “That for me?”
    “Yeah, sorry.” she passed her the signed note.
    “I’ll forgive you. This time. It doesn’t pay to keep me waiting for things, that’s something you’ll come to learn, I needed this when you got back.”
    “I’m sorry” her face was going red.  She willed it to stop.  No soap.
    “Don’t be sorry. Just don’t do it again” she didn’t sound angry.  But Karen didn’t want Sarah to be mad at her.  It would spoil her Saturday evening aspirations.
    She turned to let herself out.
    “Hang on”
    This is where you get chewed out.  Hope you liked your bum where it is because its all about to be re-arranged.
    Sarah saw her look and smiled.
    “I was just going to ask you, we still on for Saturday? I hear you’ve got an engagement?”  and with a huge sigh of relief Karen said she would be able to meet her as planned.
    “Ah. A gracious host? Well. To be brutally honest I have a Chain Rendezvous later on  that evening that I’m not looking forward too.”
    “Mines on Friday.” Karen said glumly.
    “Carolyn huh?”
    Karen came over and sat down.  Her blush forgotten.  This wasn’t shop talk any more.
    “I’m making a move on the top ten. Its taken me two years to get this far. Work.  Court. Studying. I can’t tell you who she is but she’s a real hard ass.”
    It was passing strange that they were both feeling a little performance anxiety about