Mercer knew Sally was in the toilet humping that reject Bill Peters. It ate at her guts. She wanted to be the one fucking Sally Parks in the ladies. Surely Sally knew how she felt. After all, hadn't she given her enough hints, though she wasn't sure if Sally knew she was into girls? Mercer sighed; maybe she should just try it on her. Touch her in the right place. She knew where Sally liked to be touched because they had talked about it often enough. Mercer felt sure once Sally had tried it with a girl, she'd like it. After all, women knew the female anatomy so much better than men.

She asked, "Are you serious about Bill Peters?"

"God!" Sally looked at Mercer and laughed. "Of course not. He's an idiot but he's pretty good in bed so he'll do for a while."

Exhaling with relief Mercer thought, good old Sally was up to her tricks again. The poor prick would probably come out the other end of his experience as a vegetable. Sally drained men so fast. "Are you seeing him tonight?" Mercer pressed. "Because I wondered if you wanted to go out for a drink or something. We haven't had a girl's night in ages."

"Okay." Sally opened the filing cabinet and continued to search for the documents she needed. She looked up when she found what she wanted, pulled it out and closed the drawer as she said, "Where do you want to go?"

"I don't care. Into the city or you could come over. We'll watch movies and have a few drinks. That way we don't have to worry about taxis or anything."

"Sounds good, Mercer. I'm a bit short on cash anyway this week." Sally opened up the file, and then looked across at Mercer. "Did I tell you I bought myself that dress I saw at La Sheik?"

"You didn't! God, Sally what did they want for it, three hundred dollars or there about?" Mercer beamed and leaned forward on her desk hoping Sally could see her cleavage.

"Closer to four hundred actually but it was worth every cent," Sally tittered. "That's why I'm broke. I couldn't even pay my rent but old Mister Cartarney took payment in other ways."

"You didn't?" Mercer exclaimed again. "Sally, tell me you didn't!"

Sally shrugged and said with a sly grin, "Yeah, I did. The poor bastard ejaculated as I was putting the condom on. Then he couldn't get it up again so I had to bring myself off in front of him. That was the alternative. It wasn't as bad as having him do it to me – ugh!"

Mercer shook her head and grinned. She was sure Sally would be all for getting it on with her and tonight would be the perfect opportunity. "Whose idea was it, yours or his?" she asked.

Chuckling as she stapled some papers together Sally said, "I hinted and he picked up on it. In the end he thought it was his idea."

"What if he expects it every week?"

"Are you dumb, Mercer?" Sally glimmered and raised her eyebrows. "I'll take him up on it. Then I'll be able to buy that gold bracelet we looked at last week. If it becomes a habit, I might even be able to get some money out of the old bastard."

Mercer couldn't help but admire Sally. She was like the Joan of Arc of all women who despised men. It was like she had a personal mission to suck them dry and leave their empty shells behind. She tittered, "You are so bad, Sally."

Do you think Sally is like Joan of Arc?

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