Martian Sexpot # as Scott O'Neill by Peg O'Neill Scott

Author:Peg O'Neill Scott [Scott, Peg O'Neill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica, Science Fiction, Collection
Publisher: Jade
Published: 1963-01-28T05:00:00+00:00

Two

To make a long story short, if you don’t mind clichés, my day didn’t go as well as it might have. I’d had several appointments with our clients. Of these, three had not taken place. One was unavoidably out with the flu. One had just disappeared, presumably off on a drunk. The other had left word that he simply couldn’t make it until tomorrow, but that it was important I see him then. Since this last was a client we were getting worried about, his message decided me. I’d simply have to lay over.

Well, my firm keeps a suite of rooms at a nice hotel which shall be nameless. I checked in, called Los Angeles, and explained my position to Ed Bitke, the particular vice-president who happens to be in charge of me, among other things.

“Good,” Ed said, which surprised me. Bitke is ordinarily a slow man with a buck for the expense account. “Good. Look, George, something has come up which I want you to handle. Remember, we’ve been talking about a one-man office in San Francisco, to kind of keep on top of things there, right? Sort of a service office, really. Okay? Now, here’s the scoop, baby there’s a Miss — wait a minute, I got a note here somewhere — yeah, a Miss Nora Pohl going to call on you. Supposed to be very hep about public relations, long background in the field, good office manager. Tell you what,” he said expansively and surprisingly, “take her to dinner and a few drinks. Feel her out. If you think she’s right for the job, we’ll bring her down here for a couple of weeks of indoctrination, and all like that, know what I mean?”

I had a fairly good idea. She was probably fat, fortyish, and giddy. And I was being stuck with the job of brushing her off. I wondered which of our San Francisco clients had recommended her for the job.

“Got you, dear dad,” I said. “How badly do we want this paragon?”

“Now what the hell kind of a remark is that?”

“Mine not to reason why, huh?” I asked.

There was an ominous chuckle on the other end of the wire. “Now you got it. Yours but to do — or die.”

“She’s that great? Really?”

“So we hear. Don’t goof on this one, George boy. Half a dozen agencies are after her. So, naturally, we want her. I’ll have to call you about seven. Got it?”

“Right.” He clicked down his receiver, and I called room service for a double on the rocks before I showered. I looked at my watch, and it was just fifteen minutes before seven.

My drink arrived in five minutes, and I was showered and in a robe when the phone rang.

This was a voice, believe me!

An hour later, we were in the dining room of my hotel, and I was talking to the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life. Movie stars? Don’t make me laugh!

This gal, this Nora Pohl, had everything I’d ever seen in the way of succulent feminine flesh backed right off the map.

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