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Chapter 3

"I did a bad bad thing," I said as I  crouched down in Troy's cubicle.

"
Baby did a bad bad thing,"
said Troy in his best Chris Isaak voice.

"No, I really did," I said.

"Oh, do tell," said Troy, his face lit up with anticipation.

The Monday morning sun peeked out from the penis-shaped skyscraper over by the Pru. Oddly fitting.

"I've become a slut, Troy."

"Ohhhhh... congratulations, I always knew you had it in you. Welcome to the club. We'll send your membership card out in three to five business days. Details, honey. Now."

"I went home with a guy Saturday night."

"The one you had the date with?"

"No, my date was a dud. Typical nice guy. But I was horny so I called Brian. He was playing so I went to Wonder Bar, saw a stud, and..."

"Oh no you didn't!" Troy put two hands to his cheeks and made a big O with his mouth.

"Yes, I did," I said. "He was some BU senior. Lots of muscles. Okay cock. Meet-to-fuck time was about thirty-five minutes. But now I feel so ashamed of myself."

"Kiri, I don't even know you anymore! It's me, isn't it? I've done this to you, haven't I? It's my own slutty ways that have spread to you. I'm so sorry for corrupting you, my delicate flower."

"Oh, shut the fuck up, you big fairy. The strange thing was, the entire time I was fantasizing about H."

"Heroin?"

"No, Horace. Horace Fucking Willoughby."

"Oh, me too! Dean was pounding me the other night and I pretended it was that sleek god. I came twice."

"You come from anal?"

"Multiple, sister. Better than the other way."

"
Really?
Hmph. But anyway, I feel like such a whore."

"I hope you used protection."

"Oh, you better believe it!"

"Did you spend the night?"

"No, once it was over I just said I had to go and that was that. Really fucking awkward. How do people do that? How did
I
do that?
Me!?
Oh God, what is
wrong
with me, Troy?"

Troy looked at the door and his eyes went wide.

"Look out!" he said. "The ice beast cometh!"

Barbara waddled in past the ATMs. I crouched down and almost crawled over to my own cubicle. Troy pretended to be busy. I logged into Outlook.

"Good morning," Barbara said as she passed us.

"Good morning," said Troy.

"Good morning," I said.

"Kiri," Barbara said, "I want you to work on G4G today. I'll do a review of your work at 4. I want to see those numbers up."

"Sure," I said.

G4G stood for Goals For Growth, a company-wide program that requires outbound sales calls. I'm not a hardcore salesperson so I hate it. But I have to do it. Whatever.

And so another day at QV Bank began.

As I drafted loans, opened accounts, and processed paperwork I tried to pretend I'm not a slut, but all day I felt like my nametag read
Kiri, Slut.

God, I went home with a complete stranger! It's not that I haven't had meaningless sex before, but that was the first time I was desperate enough to go home with a total stranger.

After sweating through several calls trying to reach "decision makers" and having no luck, I was in Barbara's office at 4:05 with my G4G reports. The spring sky had turned gray, threatening an April shower.

"You know this is your job, don't you?" said Barbara as she looked at my pathetic call log. I had a quick flash of me throwing her out the window but that would have required a team.

"Yes," I said. "I'm... uh... working on improving my outbound phone skills."

"You only made five calls today."

I contemplated a response when my eye caught a familiar shape cutting its swath of feral masculinity past the window. Dark suit, sunglasses, briefcase.

My pussy sprang to attention. My heart beat faster.

"Kiri, are you listening to me?" said Barbara.

"Hm?" I said. "Oh. Yes... it's just that I have sent about five hundred emails to corporate executives about our new business account program. So I thought I would wait to hear a response from them."

That was him. H! He's here! He's inside this bank! He occupies the same space as me right fucking now. Shit, he's going to take one look at me and see that I've become a slut. Fuck, why did I do that Saturday night? I should have just ignored Karen's bloodcurdling orgasm screams and used my vibrator.

"Kiri, did you hear what I said?" said Barbara.

Shit. No, I didn't.

I was coming up with something elaborate to say when I was saved by Troy, who opened the door after a quick knock.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said. "But there's a customer here who is requesting Kiri."

My heart leaped and began beating out of my chest. My hands gripped the armrests of the chair as the air seemed to become very hot. Outside, there was a flash of lighting and a rumble of thunder.

"Why can't you handle it?" said Barbara.

"He said she helped him before and he wants her to personally handle his request," said Troy.

The daggers were back in Barbara's eyes as she glared at me.

"We are not a personal concierge service," she said. "We're a bank. Anyone here is trained and qualified to help anyone who comes through the door. There is no reason he should want one person over another. Tell him Kiri is busy in a meeting with the manager."

"Okay," Troy said as he disappeared and closed the door. The rain began to pound down onto the brick sidewalk outside.

"I hate people," Barbara said.

I almost said
The feeling is mutual
but held it inside.

"Now," she said. "Tomorrow I want you to make twenty-five outbound calls using the script we got from corporate."

Another quick knock on the door and Troy's head was back in.

"He wants to see you," he said.

"Me?" said Barbara.

"Uh-huh."

"What does he want to see me for?"

"He–,"

Troy suddenly leaped aside and the door opened wide. In stormed Horace Willoughby in a glorious dark suit, blue shirt, and gold tie. He carried a big silver briefcase, bigger than the leather one he had last time. Both the sky and my cunt gushed torrents of liquid.

His eyes met mine for a second. They smiled at me with a little squint. I smiled back, crossing my legs and tugging down on my skirt.

"Can I help you?" said Barbara.

"Yes," said H, "I'd like to access my safe deposit box and I'd like Kiri here to handle it. She's assisted me before and she is very..." he turned to me and smiled... "talented. I'd like her to do it again."

There go the panties again.

"Troy there can help you as well as anyone. We are in a meeting."

H put the big silver briefcase on her desk with his back to the window, and leaned down.

"Now Barbara," he said while looking at her nametag. "Listen carefully. I am here in Boston to work on two very large investment deals worth millions of dollars. One is with Bane Development, a large client of yours. When I get my team started, we will be making weekly deposits in the millions. Now I could easily make those deposits two doors down at Boston Bank or across the street at Trinity Federal. But, see the thing is... I like your bank. I like the green theme you've got going on here. My only stipulation is that Kiri here handles all my transactions. I think that's a small price to pay for millions in deposits, don't you think Barbara? I know it would look very good on your end of month balance sheet."

Barbara almost shook with fury. But those last five words were her magic button. All she cares about is looking good to her bosses and deposits in the millions would certainly do that.

Well played, H.

I smiled at him. He returned the favor.

"Fine," Barbara said with a smirk. "Go ahead and help this gentleman, Kiri."

"I knew you'd see it my way," said H.

I smiled nervously, got up, and walked out of the office. I sensed H following me.

He said nothing as we walked to the vault.

"So how are you?" I said as I keyed in my code to the vault door.

"Enraptured," he said.

I hit the wrong digit and it buzzed at me.

"Whoops," I said.

Did he just say "enraptured?" Holy fuck, here we go again.

I got the code right the next time and smiled as I pulled the big door open. He just watched me.

My pussy danced inside me as we retrieved his box and were back in the privacy room again. Again he insisted I stay. Again I imagined his hot breath on my neck as I screamed "H!", his cock filling me with hot white delight.

I watched him closely as again the wave of pain crossed his face when he opened the box. He seemed so fiercely in control outside of this room but once it came time to face the locket and the book something changed. Kind of like a mask fell and I was seeing the real him.

He opened the box and took out the locket. He caressed it again, opened it, and placed it on the table. He just stared at it.

The woman in the picture glared up at us with her stern expression. I heard him sigh deeply. Again, it was like I wasn't in the room at all. All his attention was focused on the locket.

Then, just as lovingly, he picked it up, closed it, and put it back in the box.

Then he took out the book. He opened it up and flipped to a seemingly random page. He read something, his brow furrowed, his hand up to his chin.

This is weird. I'm sitting in the privacy room with a man reading an old book. A man who only wants me to be in here with him, nobody else. Why?

He flirts with me. He plays with words like
enraptured
, then stops. Like he wants to fully flirt with me but something prevents him.

And then we get here and he shrivels into a painful wreck. What demons haunt him? Who is the woman in the locket? What is the significance of the book? Why is he in such pain?

"Kiri!" screamed the voice from across the space between the two boats. Again the warm ocean waves splashed salt in my face as the sinking boat rolled. Something snapped underneath me and the boat lurched to my right. I screamed. A wave hit me. I grabbed the railing but it too was going under.

"Give me your hand, Kiri!"

I grabbed the table to steady the room.

Horace Willoughby just looked at me intently with no expression.

Okay, that's twice now. What the fuck is wrong with me? What is this? Now I'm getting scared.