Mattie

Mattie

    I am fresh off the train in the strange but beautiful city of Denver. There I find shelter in the YMCA.  Jobless I find employment in a distant suburb of the city. There I meet Mattie. Her paisley eyes make love to me. Oh my love from cash control gathers me in like a lost sheep. I drink her with mad lover gaze of holy rapture as she types. My offering to my Nubian Goddess is a tiny glowing red heart necklace.
    “I’ll treasure this forever John” she odes. My face is so close to her lips, I bathe in her perfume. On the stage with all the other secretaries, she asks me if I would sleep with Donna Summers if I had the chance?
    Without thinking I blurt out, “I wouldn’t mind.” My words turn into melted blush to be heard by all these secretaries who laugh like a Greek chorus.
    Mattie belts, “John she’d turn you inside out.”
    The women erupt into laughter. My boyish modesty is gone with the giggles. She invites me over to her apartment. I am beside myself with virgin wonder to be offered sex in an office in front of all these women. My words stumble like I’m just learning to walk. Mattie said, “Don’t worry John. Your virginity is safe with me. Come close.”
    She reaches out a hand and traces my zipper with her finger. She says, “Is that sexual harassment John?” I get all quiet. She continues, “I didn’t think so.” Not a rustle of papers is heard from the flock of lovelies. She cups and squeezes my groin. “You’re well endowed young man. Now when we punch out I want you in my car. Do you hear me?” I nod. She says, “Good boy.” The women warble like canaries as fingers peck keyboards.