I basically knew my way around the floor from where all the girls were, keep in mind that this is San Francisco and there are a lot of lesbians around, including lesbians that don’t look like lesbians. But I have it pretty good standing in back of MSFT clerking for W83, because there is what I think is the best looking female on this entire floor, this brunette who works the booth for this bigshot broker who actually takes the time to dry her hair in the morning, nobody does that, we all get up too fucking early. She has this cute, triangular nose, and always smiling, wearing black turtlenecks. She’s too much of a sweetheart for me. I’d like a date but I wouldn’t know what to do, aside from put her in a chair and stare at her while playing pocket pool.

Then there was the dancer, no, seriously, the reputable kind, like a ballerina or something. That was all I knew. She pranced around in one of these DFG smocks and her Pocahontas braid, If it were not for the bright yellow smock, you could get a glimpse of the universe’s most ridiculous ass, which I did one time, when she was leaving for the day. The Filipino baboons and Carey clerks would watch, turn, touch their teeth with their hands, and collapse in a puddle, utterly liquefied. But the thing is that something or somebody knocked her up, and pregnant, she closely resembles an eighteen-wheeler milk truck, the most outrageous pregnancy I’d ever seen, almost doubling her weight. She looked amazing before, and she looked even better now. I’d always thought pregnant sex was some kind of weird fetish, but with a sudden rush it made sense. Swollen this and distended that, a carnival of milk and sperm, the fruits of life, it was downright fucking poetic.

But best of all is the dirtybird MQ who hands out allocations, they say she is a lesbian, even has a partner and a “wedding ring” but I don’t buy that shit for a second, she definitely knows her way around a beanbag. Look at the way she looks at these guys. She’s smart, one of the smartest MQs on the exchange, all day long it’s buy your book this and buy your book that, and she strikes me as the type to yap about her pussy all the time during sex, fuck me in the pussy and mypussy this and mypussy that. Hairy arms and whitened teeth, I’d inspect her dusky slot and balloon knot, and demolish them each in turn, leaving the glazed remainder of my long division.

* * * *

“You’re clerking for me, bro. You ready?”

“I’m ready,” I affirmed.

“You better be. This is going to be the biggest trade since God spun off Jesus.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“I’m putting myself on the wheel. I need you to tell me when I get auto-exed.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t fuck up. It’s going to be a fast market.”