Naughty Nancy

November, 1984.

Southern California.

If you think I'll sit around while you chip away my brain. Listen, I ain't foolin' and you'd better think again...

You've got another thing coming.

Judas Priest.

I looked up from my never ending paperwork to see who had knocked on the open office door. Any hope of flirting with one of my hot female employees soured like the case of milk someone left out last night.

Ugh, it's Nancy. Go away...

"Hi, Ray. Vince can't pick me up today. Will you give me a ride home?"

Why is this little rat-faced cunt asking ME?

I had never been able to keep unspoken thoughts and words from reaching my face, and Nancy flinched for a split-second before casually waving her hand around our restaurant. "I already asked everyone else. So it's you, Ray."

She said it as a statement of fact, rather than an explanation.

Fucking Nancy...

I admired her unflappable confidence as much as I disliked her sarcastic and caustic personality. She always had a chip on her shoulder about something or the other, and I suspected it was a byproduct of her fiance.

A dwarf.

The world could be cruel to Vince, and some of it spilled over onto Nancy. Because Vince seemed to always be in good spirits, and a fun guy to party with, I imagined Nancy took the burdens of his difficulties upon herself, then distributed them to her unfortunate coworkers.

I seemed to be an exception. A small portion of Nancy's friendliness constantly wafted my way, like waste products of her bitterness. It may have simply been because I was her boss, but I liked to think she appreciated how I treated my fellow assistant manager Vince as if he had no handicapping condition. It didn't happen too often, but I really enjoyed throwing back beers with him at the constant after-work parties. He had also introduced me to a couple of women that I hooked up with, so to me, he was a solid character.

"Nancy, you live forty miles from here. I don't know if..."

She had anticipated my response, adopting a combative hip-handed posture. Nancy's beady brown eyes bore into me, while she tapped her foot and sucked her lower lip with long buck teeth.

At a few inches shy of five feet, and with only a bit of height on Vince, Nancy had to raise her head to glare at me. My six-foot-tall frame towered over her, yet I felt no physical advantage. Being five years older than her youthful nineteen also had no effect on my ability to deal with her.

Fuck. I know I'm going to give her a ride in the end, and she knows I'm going to do it. Might as well get it over with...

Using an exaggerated sigh as a futile symbol of my non-existent dignity, I agreed. "Sure Nancy. Let's go."

I actually had paperwork to take care of before I left, but I knew somehow Nancy would manage to make that time unpleasant and unproductive.

What a fucking witch. Why does Vince put up with her?

My best work friend Wendy caught me on the way out. "Hi, Ray. I thought you were here until eight. Is something wrong?"

"No, Wendy, I'm just giving Nancy a lift."

"Really? You like her? Are you going to..."

Wendy made a lewd gesture.

It was a fair question. Over the five years I had worked for the chain, driving coworkers home had often turned into sexual encounters. I put up my hands and scoffed, "No, no, no, Wendy. I'm just giving Nancy a ride home."

"A. Ride. Home. Yeah, right..."

Her perfectly timed delivery, along with unevenly raised eyebrows brought a girlish giggle to my lips.

"Wendy, do you want to go with us?"

Shit. That didn't come out the way I...

She comically gazed into the distance, as if considering it. "No, Ray. I'm sure you can satisfy Nancy all by yourself. After all, if Vince can do it..."

"Ok, hahaha. No, Wendy. Nancy's fucking awful. I have no interest in..."

Wait. Is Wendy right?

I took a good look at Nancy standing by my car, trying to decide if she was fuckable. Vince obviously thought so. Despite his dwarfism, Vince was a decent looking man of thirty, in excellent shape, with a witty, fun personality, and good financial sense. I had the feeling he could do much better than Nancy, and didn't see why he put up with her.

Unless she's a great fuck...

I couldn't see anything about Nancy that stood out as very appealing. She always wore loose fitting work clothes that gave no indication of her figure, so I had to guess she was perhaps ten pounds overweight, and didn't have much of a waist. Her breasts looked to be small, and her legs short. Limp, medium-brown hair draped over pale, acne-spotted cheeks, to lifelessly end just above sloping shoulders. A overbit weak chin with slightly crooked teeth covered by thin, unremarkable lips added to her rodent presence. Unlike the opinion of most of my coworkers, she struck me as merely plain, rather than ugly. Perhaps because she occasionally smiled at me, in a smirking kind of way.

No way is she a sex freak. She probably just lays there while Vince pumps her pussy. It's probably out-of-control hairy...

Life does not give answers to everything, so I dismissed my pondering of the little couple's carnal deeds. A tug of the necktie brought my attention back to Wendy. More specifically, her enormous breasts, which had attracted my unconscious gaze. She usually ignored my leering, but it occasionally amused her. Wendy asked, "Do you want me to come over after work tomorrow?"

A few weeks before, during a stressful closing shift, Wendy had mentioned that she wanted to have a drink. Because she was only eighteen, I had taken her words as a joke, and suggested, "You can have a beer with me, at my house."

To my surprise, Wendy had enthusiastically followed me home, where my roommate Nick joined us on our patio for drinks and music. I had enjoyed her fun personality, as well as her gorgeous appearance, and she had visited twice more since then. Though Wendy was dating another coworker, I was beginning to wonder if she had more than friendship in mind. I wasn't sure how I felt about her, so I kept the flirting very light.

“Sure, Wendy. I'll let Nick know you're coming."

Nick also enjoyed her company and wholesome beauty, though he didn't always appreciate our talking, singing, and laughing that late.

Wendy playfully kicked my shoe, "Ray? Is Nick ever... not home at that time?"

She's flirting again...

I shrugged, "Uhh, Nick doesn't stay out very late, and..."

“Let's go, Ray!" Nancy's shrill voice signaled an end to the banter with my good friend.

Wendy's bosomy laugh always brought a smile to my face, as well as an occasional erotic twinge. "Ray, your new girlfriend is calling. Have fun!"

I lustily watched Wendy bounce away, before slowly trudging towards Nancy, who displayed annoyance with my lack of urgency.

This bit of petty defiance is all I can manage with Nancy. If she wasn't Vince's girl, I'd tell that bitch to call a cab...

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