There is no such story, or at least Bukowski didn't write it. What he did write is a story called The Gut-Wringing Machine* (from Erections... and The Most Beautiful Woman in Town), and a (very) small portion of that story (slightly changed) is used in Godard's movie "Every Man for Himself" (from 1:08:30 on in Criterion edition). I watched it a couple of hours ago just to see what all the fuss was about.Can anyone name the story in which a businessman carries on his business while getting a blowjob from under the desk.
If we knew that Godard had been referring to a poem, not a story, it would have taken less to find it."Mary Lou,"
I tell her,
"slide under this
give me a bit of
That's Gerald Locklin, of course.Greg Locklin