The Sisterhood

Chapter III (Edith)

Magda then spoke up, Martha, you already know that I’m Tuesday, I’ll talk a little later but I want to give Edith a chance first, Edith…

“Yes, well I am Edith, I wasn’t an executive secretary, Martha did you know, only executive secretaries get the dubious pleasure of the Chairman’s desk, that’s true, like Edna all of their pleasure taking with me has been at my home. Roger came to visit me; I’d only been with the company for a few months. John was gone when I was hired, and Roger asked that I come to his office. I was afraid I’d done something wrong; I mean, the Chairman of the Board asking me to come to his office, I was terrified, afraid I’d lose my job but no, that’s not what happened, he simply said,

“Edith, I have something very important and very private to discuss with you, would it be convenient if I came to your home this evening?”

I said, “Of course Mr. Greenwood, what time may I expect you.”

“I shall be there at six,” he replied.

He was prompt and he was terse, he told me that my probationary period was nearly up and he wasn’t sure that I’d be retained.

I knew there’d been no complaints about my work so I asked why. He was blunt, he told me that he found me desirable, that he’d made several advances and that I’d rebuffed him, that if I wanted to keep my job that he’d be my lover. I was nearly sick, I’d made commitments based on what I was earning at Greenwood & Associated, my mother required around the clock care, she was in the latter stages of Alzheimer’s and I couldn’t care for her, my salary at Greenwood was so much more than I’d ever earned, I was able to provide for her and there were other things that I’d committed to, commitments I’d never be able to meet on lesser earnings. I nearly vomited when Roger set out the terms of my continued employment but I did it, so I guess you’d have to say I was a volunteer. I’ve heard everyone else’s story; I guess we’re all volunteers. Anyway, Roger was a crude man like was mentioned, he said,

“Show me to your bedroom Edith.”

I did and he took me, no preamble, he raised my skirt, pulled off my panties and screwed me. Thank God I was still on birth control; I think that if that monster had impregnated me I’d have committed suicide. The happiest day of my life was when I learned he’d died of a cerebral hemorrhage; I thought I’d been freed.

Lawrence called me to his office just a day or two later, he inquired as to my intentions, with the change in leadership, he mentioned there would be some alterations in policies and procedures and he wanted to know if I felt I could adapt.

I was just so pleased that Roger was gone I told him I was certain he would make nothing but positive moves. He told me he really appreciated my input and that he’d like to carry on our conversation outside of the office, he said, “The Walls Have Ears, You Know,” and asked if we could meet at my home that evening at six. I got just a little chill, it was Wednesday, Roger’s day and six was Roger’s time, none the less, I told him ok and gave him directions.

He was prompt and he was a gentleman, he’d brought me a small box of candies, yes, it was Swiss chocolates and a bottle of wine. He insisted we share the wine while we talked. Lawrence told me some of his plans, how he was going to recruit only the best, the brightest and how they’d all be young hard chargers, just exactly what he’s done. I thought he was there to let me go and my stomach cramped, I doubled over in pain. Lawrence was just so solicitous; he helped me to my room and eased me down on the bed. I was lying in pain and embarrassment, here I am, I just know my boss has come to take my job.

That didn’t happen, instead, he rubbed my back and tried to sooth me and he said,

“Edith, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, I really wanted to take you out to dinner tonight and have a conversation but, I guess dinner will have to be another time but we can still talk. Like I said, I want to make some changes in the company, go for young dynamo’s, that’s where we’re going but I’m still going to need experience in some of the areas, for example, our secretarial pool, the staff will be young but I want a mature lady heading that department. I wanted to talk to you about that position. I think you have the qualifications I’m looking for; I wanted to know if you felt up to that task.”

My immediate thought was, Edith you’re sixty-three years old and will retire in two years, why is he even talking to you, those were my thoughts, all most like he was reading my mind he said,

“Edith, I realize you’ll be retiring in just a couple of years, that’s one of the reasons I’m here, I’d like to promote you to our executive management committee, the job I’m considering you for would involve that, too. You’d go from your hourly wage to a salary with bonuses and several other perks. Then he told me what I could expect. I’d been concerned about how I was going to make do after I retired; there was no pension plan in place for hourly employees then. He was offering three times the money I was earning and a pension that was double what I was making working there, then he told me about the benefits that the company provided for their executive personnel. I was hooked, lying on the bed, him talking to me, I suddenly felt oh so much better, I started to sit up.

“Edith, just lie there, I know you’re not feeling too well,” he said as he eased me over on my stomach and started rubbing my back.

Another time, another place I’d have screamed for him to take his hands off me but it wasn’t another time or place, it was that moment, he continued talking, he said he had several people he was considering for the job, he even mentioned some names.

My tummy really was cramping then, I was sure he was just dangling this fantastic opportunity in front of me and was going to snatch it back.

For a moment I thought about Roger, I’d hated the bastard but at least he’d never threatened my job, that’s what I thought Lawrence was doing. In my emotional turmoil I hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t rubbing my back anymore, his hand had moved down, he was caressing my bottom.

“Edith, I really would like you to get this job,” he said.

His hand had moved under my skirt, he was kneading me; the only thing between me and his hand were my panties.

He asked point blank, “Edith, do you want the job, you could start on it tomorrow, the raise and the perks would be yours starting tomorrow.”

He took his hand from under my skirt and rolled me onto my back so he could look into my eyes when he made the offer. His hand was on my belly, he was gently rubbing, he asked if my tummy still hurt, I told him no, I was feeling better. He let his hand drift down, he came up under my skirt and he cupped my sex, it’s the only time he’s ever touched me like that and he said,

“Edith, I understand you were one of my father’s favorites, would you like to be one of mine. I’m only going to retain a few of our older employees; I’d really like you to be one of them, have you considered my offer?”

I thought I fully understood what he was asking; go on with him like I’d been doing for years with his father or go out the door.

I thought why not, I’d get three times the money for the same work I’d been doing, I told him yes, I wanted the job.

Just like when he went to Edna’s he had a little leather bag with him, he’d put on the bed, it was lying beside me. He said, “Edith I really do like mature women, I want you to do something for me then we’ll make your promotion official, ok?”

I said, “Ok,” I thought I’d been his father’s whore, why not his, I spread my legs.

“Edith, I believe you’ve misunderstood me, I don’t want to make love to you, not like Father did, please, just roll over onto your belly.”

I turned.

“Now, Edith, please raise your skirt over your hips, yes, just like that.”

I’d turned over and my skirt was raised, he looked at my bottom and said, “Edith you’re wearing some fancy underwear, I know Father expected it, I don’t, I want to see clothing more befitting your age, buy some of the full panties ladies in their sixties usually wear,

From the corner of my eye I saw him pick up his bag, I couldn’t see what he took from it but I heard that snap that I recognized from my physician’s office then he took my panties and pulled downward while asking me to lift my hips. I did and the garment was freed.

He caressed my naked bottom, “Edith, you really are firm for a lady of your age, if I’d realized that, I wouldn’t have made the offer to you, I much prefer nice soft puffy bottoms but we have our agreement so I’ll stick to it. I will bring you chocolates and sweets, let yourself go a little, enjoy life and add a few pounds. She looked down at herself,

“I guess you can see, I’ve done as he asked.”

Anyway, to continue my story, I’d heard that snap then he held me open and stuck a finger in me. I clenched my cheeks, I didn’t mean to, it was an involuntary muscle contraction but he said,

“”My God Edith you’re tight, this is going to be a real pleasure.”

He pumped his fingers back and forth several times then I heard him take the glove off and he straddled me.

“Just this once Edith we’ll do it this way, from now on I want bent over the bed but tonight we’ll do it this way.”

He guided his cock to my anus and plunged into me, God, I’d been a virgin there, I was sixty-three and I was skewered on his penis, oh, it hurt and I screamed,

“Roger, nooo, nooo, nooo.”

“Oh Edith I love the screams but I’m not Roger, scream for me again,” he demanded as he pounded into me.

I did scream and I cried and I wailed, I was in agony, I have two children, their deliveries weren’t as painful as what I was dealing with. He still tells me I was his best screamer and I guess I was, I went on and on, I was trying to escape from him, he just held me down and plummeted me, he went on and on, there was no let up, no reprieve, not that night, he finally came, even then he just stayed laying on my back, still in me. That’s a little vague to me, how he finally finished and when he left. The only thing he said that really made an impact was, get some rest, your new job starts tomorrow and, oh by the way, keep Wednesday evenings open, I’ll be here at six next week.

From what Edna and Magda have told me I think I may have endured the most vicious assault, I lay on the bed for two hours after he was gone, I couldn’t move. He’d torn me pretty badly and I was bleeding. I ended up throwing the linens away; I couldn’t get the stains out. The next two days were two of the worst of my life, the bleeding wasn’t completely gone, I wore a pad so I wouldn’t soil my dresses but I had to go to work, I had to watch him walk through the office. he even leaned over and whispered to me, remember, chocolates, lots of chocolates, I want you plumper. Maybe that’s why he hurt me so, I wasn’t exactly what he wanted, for sixty-three I had a tight ass, it’s not tight anymore though, I did put on some weight, my cheeks are plumper, I’m flabbier there but I’m loose inside too, I ‘m concerned about incontinence, my sphincter has been stretched so much. He took over three years ago and he hasn’t missed a single Wednesday, that’s over one hundred and fifty times he’s taken me.

Anyhow, that’s what happened, I’m Edith and I’m Wednesday