DeeDee logged in all the new jobs. Fortunately, for her, Billy had already logged in thirty jobs before the end of his shift. Liam had called in sick. If he had shown, she could have flashed him some tease shots and he would have done it for her. He probably got sick sunbathing down at Bonny Doon nude beach. On the other hand, maybe he got sick at O’Reilly’s Tavern on the ninth hole. Oh Well!
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DeeDee seemed nervous as she worked. She lived a life of multiple persons. She was sleeping with, and on-and-off shacking with, Brad Dominguez. Brad, really thought that he was her only man. On break time, she pumped the guard at the South Gate
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DeeDee organized the jobs on a cart by priority and pulled the magnetic tapes for each job. She made sure she filled the top of three layers of the cart first and left the bottom two racks free.
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Downstairs, Carl executed jobs on System 21. He would phone her if another system opened up. She loved to go down there with all the airmen. They smiled big smiles and almost soiled their pants whenever she entered. If one of them had some slack time, he might come in and help her. He would not want her to break a sandal strap loading the printer. She would respond by reaching down to her purse, which she had sat on the floor, to get something, she pretended to need.
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Earnest was another story. He never looked at her breasts. Nor did he ever look at a guy’s butt. He never asked about the score in a ball game. He never used drugs. He never drank. He only went to company parties, if the bosses demanded it. He never wore wrinkled clothes. He never brought novels to read at work. He drove a Jeep, a Post Office recycle that he had picked up for the price of an old horse. He lived at the YMCA. He never questioned authority. If forced into a situation to speak, he normally limited his response to “Yeas Ma’am!” or “No Ma’am!” He only volunteered to speak when he needed another secured operator to watch his system while he went potty.
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The phone rang and DeeDee picked it up. System 24 was about to become available in twenty minutes.
She hurried and feverishly stacked the remaining tapes on a second cart on the second tier of racks and waited.
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At five o’clock sharp, Earnest came out to fetch his Bible from his locker in the lunchroom. DeeDee was ready, bending over servicing the two carts and in full bloom. “Could you help me Earnest? I have to go down in five minutes.” She had stretched her arms out over her head as far as she could to reach down to the tapes leaving very little material to cover her rear.
Earnest walked past with no more than a “Harrumph!” He returned holding the Bible to his chest and looking straight ahead. He walked past her again as she bent over the cart with more than her blonde hair hanging low.
“That son of a bitch is not human,” she muttered. “Any real man would have at least squatted down, tried to get close to me, and smelled my hair. I wonder what goes on in his mind. I wonder if anything goes on in his mind.”
The phone rang again. “DeeDee, if you don’t get down here in five minutes I’m gonna call Diaz.”
She knew he would give her at least ten minutes. She scurried to arrange the last tapes onto the first cart in at least alphanumeric order and pushed off for the elevator.
Diaz stepped off the elevator. “You still here? Your system is waiting. I want you to come see me as soon as you lose the system. We need to talk. It’s time for your performance appraisal. Have you completed your Self Appraisal?”
She tried to look busy and overworked and even let a tear form on her cheek. “Yes! Okay! Yes! I hope it doesn’t take too long.”
Diaz walked off, past the job login counter to the lead operator’s cubicle.
DeeDee felt crushed. She knew she was a real morale booster for the crew and the troops. She gave them everything she had--any way they wanted it. Still, she had to be humiliated, preparing a Self Appraisal. If Diaz went down on her just once, she would get a good review.
When she reached the first floor, she had to wheel the jobs through a maze of long halls. The doors were all locked or being locked as the day shift bureaucracy left for home. She often had wondered how many of them would have happily satisfied her in the custodian’s closet.
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The master sergeant wore a scowl on his face. She knew he meant it for her. However, one look at their pants and she knew the airmen applauded her arrival. One young airman, a new recruit, rushed to her side to help any way he could. She could think of a dozen ways.
She asked him to check the printer and make sure it was properly loaded with four-part carbonless paper. Then he could come over and sit by her, because she needed something of his to lift her spirits. Between them, they got the system loaded and the first job running in reasonable time--for one operator.
She told him her boss did not understand her and was going to give her a bad review at break time. He asked if he could do anything to help.
She thought he would never ask.
DeeDee, “Are you a virgin?”
The airman blushed, but his spirit rose. “Yes, Ma’am. People aw pretty strict in Charlottesville
DeeDee smiled seductively and placed his hand under her dress and into her soft warm inner-thong. “Well there is something special you can do to me. On the other hand, maybe I should say there is something special I could do to you. Why don’t you close the door and lock it?”
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