Chapter 6
He brought her a drink when she had recuperated. Alice sat upon the bed and reached for his lips with hers as he handed her a glass of whisky. She knew she had not had enough, not just one time. Today she was more insatiable than ever. Her body screamed to be crushed until she could hardly walk. She dreamed it, crazed for it. It was compulsory.
"Do I satisfy you, honey?" she crooned, before taking a swallow of liquor. "Do I make you feel good?"
He stood by the bed drinking from the bottle. "Any man would lose his mind if he just saw you naked one moment, Alice," he flattered her. "Want another drink?"
She nodded, having finished that one.
"I can't understand what's wrong with me, Eddie," she giggled. "I just want you and want you and want you. I'm nothin' but a goddamned pig, I guess. But you know, it's th' truth. Honey, you're just like this glass of booze; the more one tastes of you, the more she wants you. How many gals have you ever had tell you that?"
"You're th' first one, Alice."
"You're a liar. You don't have to hand me that line. Come sit on the bed with me. Pour me some more whisky, This one's gone, too."
He stepped forward and poured her another glass of liquor. She swallowed it with one quick thrust of the glass to her lips. Then she settled back on the bed, holding out her arms to him as he crawled back in the bed with her.
"Care to pester me some more right now?" she asked anxiously. "I feel it real bad again."
"We should see more of each other," he grinned, lifting her legs and crawling between them again.
"You know where I live, honey," she said. "Frieta knows Trout me. She's no baby. Oh, damn if I can understand what's she's doin' with so much dough, anyhow. I can stand a gal who hustles and admits, but one who comes right before my face and tells a goddamn stinkin' he ought to be beat to death. If she's got some guy old enough for her old man givin' her dough, why don't she come right out and say so. I wouldn't mind. She's old enough to git married. Frieta's old 'nough to sleep with a man. I want her to. I wouldn't want her to go along livin', destroying herself if she wants to do it. I'd bet she's got somethin' right nice on her. Do you suppose?"
He was insinuating himself between her. She undulated her hips slowly, gritting her teeth as the pleasure surged through her body.
"Frieta is beautiful," he said. He didn't know why he said it. "She's real nice."
"You don't have to tell me. I can look at her hips and her rear and see that she's been doin' it before now. Any woman knows what the other does when she starts swelling out. You ever notice Frieta's breasts. Ain't they thick. Sonsofbitchin' school chums work. They feelin' her somethin' awful. She's easy. Goddamn her. I hope she'll learn some sense before ifs over. I can't see her takin' patterns after me, Eddie. Oh, baby, that feels so good!"
In a little while they were shivering and pumping themselves at each other again. It came quicker this time. Alice caught his shoulders, braced her thighs up and let him fake her very hard before she fell back in despair, but it was such a sensual despair of ecstasy.
"Pour me another drink," she sighed from the bed.
Eddie was too glad to oblige her. He brought a fifth over to the bed. She sat up, her back resting against the bedstead.
She leaned and caressed his broad shoulders, rubbed per tousled hair against the side of his left cheek, "Baby, you're so sweet," she said. "Oh, I'll just die if you ever left me. I would, Eddie. Pour me 'nother drink I said I wasn't gonna git drunk, but who cares....who in hell cares if I do. Do you, Baby? Huh?"
"Take it easy, Alice," he said. He made sure that he drank only mildly, but he was feeding the liquor to her in great quantities. Alice failed to notice his tricky scheme She was blind, only to her insatiated desire for him.
"You ought to make me stop drinkin'," she giggled at him, one hand resting on his shoulder. "I've got to go to work, I told you. Make me stop, Eddie. Please."
"You know you don't wanna stop," he grinned. "Here have another. Do you or don't you?"
"Pour me 'nother drink, you sop head. Go on ... pour....pour! Don't slight me, baby. After I kill this on I want some more of that other from you. Can I depend on it or not? You too petered out?"
"We need to see more of each other, sugar," he grinned "Hand me your glass and we'll see."
She finished the drink and handed him the glass. As he I rose from the bed to place the liquor on the chest she settled herself in the middle of the bed a third time, parted herself and reached out her blond arms for him as he crawled back to her again.
By now Alice was nearly dizzy, and she could feel the liquor working on her. It was no doubt that she would be completely drunk in a few more hours.
As he insinuated himself against her, he felt all the energy leave her body. She did not respond with the alacrity which she had earlier. He imagined she was just about spent, and this was only because she was working on impulse and a savage greediness for sexual stimulant.
Before the complete fulfullment had been attained, Alice fell out on him. She was snoring drunkardly in the next hour. He lay idle beside her for some while, and then fell asleep also.
Some while, after darkness, Eddie rose from the be and dressed. He was slightly dizzy, but not in such a state of drunkenness that he was completely unaware of reality. He turned on a light and looked at Alice. She lay on her back, her arms thrown to both sides, her thighs flung outwards. He marveled the sight of her pinkish naked body, but he dreaded the beastly drunkardly manner in which she snored. Her hair lay tousled, wildishly about her head, and her lips hung open in a beastly snarl, and as if the fierce madness of desire still possessed her slumber, her drunken slumber. Her flesh had a curious sweat-perfumed odor.
Eddie grinned at her, then turned to the liquor on the dresser. He observed that they had consumed a fifth and a half. A bottle and one half of a bottle was left. This would not be enough to hold Alice. He wanted her to stay there as long as her whisky would hold out. He didn't care if she died there. He wanted Frieta. With Alice out of his way, he would have straight access to her pretty hot-natured daughter.
He stepped to the phone and called the desk, telling the old clerk to have the porter bring up three more fifths of liquor. He didn't have any preference, any kind would be satisfactory. Eddie sat on the side of the bed smoking. He waited for the boy with the liquor. As his dark eyes rested on Alice's despondently savage position, a heated madness seized him, and he had a fierce desire to spend the entire night with her, and forget about her daughter. What if Frieta had changed her mind about him after she and Alice had fallen out over the money? Maybe she'd fear him now, or grown cold to his caresses in fear of retaliation of her mother's accusations. Girls were like that. They changed their minds quicker than the weather. One moment they felt themselves crazily in love, the next moment they were only pretending and didn't love you after all.
A light rap on the door brought Eddie out of his dazed stupor. He rose and went across the room to the door. When he opened the door the porter, wearing a blue uniform, handed him a brown paper sack with three fifths of liquor. Eddie took the sack and carried it over to the dresser. Returning to the door, he extracted twenty-dollars from his pants pocket and gave it to the porter, telling him to keep the change. The man thanked him and turned away. Eddie shut the door and turned back to the dresser and the whisky. He took all three of the fifths out of the sack and -lined them across the dresser so Alice wouldn't fail to see them when she awakened. She would be mad for a drink when she came to. He would not be there, but she must be able to help herself. He didn't wish to marry her, now. He had changed his mind, and this was his answer to her constant demands on the subject.
Carefully, Eddie tore off the seals of two of the fifths, and the third he opened completely. There were four and a half fifths of whisky for Alice to absorb. Whether she would actually fall for his dirty trick, was yet to be seen. Tonight, he was positive she would not come to. Maybe by the following morning, she would. Then she would be craving another drink, and all day tomorrow. She was the weakened type who could not resist once the temptation had seized her. He was positive he would be able to spend, at least, three whole nights and days with Frieta before Alice sobered. And he hoped she never sobered.
Turning from the dresser he staggered over to the bed and looked down at her. His right hand went between her, and he fingered her a moment in order to make sure she was dead drunk. She was all right. If she hadn't been, his finger would have caused her to stir immediately.
He stopped and kissed her lips, in his mind, wishing her a happy drunk spell. Then he turned towards the door, opened it and left the room, leaving the light burning.
Upon reaching the downstairs lobby, Eddie paused at the desk. The porter was on by this time. The elderly gentleman left. It was nearly ten p.m.
He paid the room rent for three more days and told the boy should the girl in that particular room inquire for him, to inform her that he'd be back shortly. In this way he knew Alice would wait for him, despite how long it would take. She was foolishly in love with him, and he felt himself master to a complete idiot as Alice Ingram.
The porter said that he would carry out his orders, and Eddie left him another five-dollar tip in order to convince him. The porter grinned and nodded his approval of the money.
Once in the Ford, Eddie wasted no time driving back to Kansas and on to Kansas avenue to the apartment where he hoped to find Frieta.
He parked the car in the next block, climbed out and locked it. Then he turned on his heels and returned to the apartment.
He opened the hallway door and made sure that it didn't slam. He didn't want the old lady who lived across the hallway from the Ingrams to hear him. She might become suspicious, and could cause him a great deal of trouble.
Cautiously Eddie mounted the stairs. Several of the old wooden steps squeaked, and he fought to lighten his weight.
Upon reaching the room door, he found the door key which Alice had given to him some while back. He unlocked the door and entered the apartment. He shut the door carefully, hoping that Frieta didn't take him for a rapist, or a robber. In that case he'd have to stand the consequences.
The rooms were warm. He heard the furnace bumming. It was January in June, he thought.
He heard no sounds. In the darkness he could not be sure whether Frieta's bedroom door was open or not Anyway, he'd have to take that gamble. Already he felt himself becoming warm for the feel of her sensual flesh. Her kisses put added power into his manhood. He was inspired into mounting visions as he pulled off his jacket and unfastened his trousers. In his shorts he groped his way towards her bedroom in the darkness, nervously suspenseful to his disappointment if Frieta would repulse him.
His grimy fingers clutched the doorknob, and the door squeaked open. He shut the door silently. Motionless, he listened intently. Then he was justified. She was in the bed all right. Her audible snores reached him. He grinned to himself, thinking how surprised she would be to feel him beside her all night. What a sweet heaven this was going to be, what a paradise of sweetness for the next few days with this tenderly sexy girl, who he felt wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had not given her a thousand dollars for just one moment of sensual love. He felt that she belonged to him. He owned her; she had been bought. She was just as much a prostitute as any who he'd find hustling along the Avenue.
Slowly he tiptoed over to the bed, removing his shoes. He leaned down and pulled back the cover and crawled in the bed. Frieta had not stirred.
As his arms went around her body, feeling her warm buttocks and hips pressing against him, she came to life.
Screaming, Frieta fought her way free of him, thinking he was an intruder, a rapist. She screamed a second time. She leaped up, but he jerked her back in the bed an clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Goddamn you," he cautioned. "It's me, Eddie! Hush up....hush up!"
His voice was enough to confidence her that he wasn't any attacker. Gasping for her breath, she settled back against the wall, staring across at his looming form in the darkness.
"Heavens, Eddie," she moaned breathlessly, "don't scare me like that any more. Where's mama?"
"I left her in Missouri," he said. "Do I have to remind you that I'm crazy 'bout yuh babe?"
She wasn't satisfied with just this slight explanation "Where did you leave her in Missouri?"
"Come on, kid. She's okay. She's asleep. Don't upset ya'self any more. Alice ask me to come over to see 'bout you. She's drunk, and didn't care t'come back to the apartment in her condition."
"Eddie, you're real dirty," she accused. "You're rotten and no good. You get right out of here....go on, get out of my room or I'll scream!"
He was angry then. She was ordering him around. This would never do. Somehow he felt that this would happen. She had his money, now she was finished with him. One little effort from her with her kicks and she didn't care to be bothered with him any more.
"I gave you a thousand bucks, babe," he said. "Wasn't that 'nough?"
"You don't own me for it. I never sold out to you. Now, just get outa my room, before I scream for Gladys."
"Do I have to knock some sense in you?"
"You'd better not lay a hand on me."
I'll half kill you if you make one sound. Now come on and lay down here with me. Don't keep shovin' me 'round, kiddo."
"You're engaged to Alice. You're mama's boy friend. Not mine. I don't want you. You're no good. You're dirty."
"Want me to tell Alice all 'bout us?"
"You'd better not."
"Then come on and give me some."
"No ... no. I'm not doing anything with you any more. I was crazy that day. I didn't have good sense. I was crazy ... I tell you ... real, batty ... real gone nuts! Oh, I hate myself ... I hate myself for doing what I did with you for all that money. Alice won't ever forgive me, her own daughter with her man. Get out ... get outa my room, Eddie LaRose!"
He cursed, and lunged across the bed. She tried to dodge him, but he caught her off guard. She struggled as he caught her arms and hurled her down against the bed. Beating against his face, she squirmed and grunted, straining every ounce of strength in her body to fight him off. But he was too powerful, and he easily pinioned her down on the bed.
Thrusting her apart, he flung himself between and took her viciously, while she whined and made slight efforts to resist him. Her efforts soon dwindled to nothing, and she found herself mounting into a reality of bliss beyond her own dreading pleasures.
"Oh, stop ... Eddie. Please, I'll be nice. I'll act nice. Just don't hurt me so bad. Please."
"You want me now?"
"Yes, oh, yes."
"You promise not to fight me any more?"
Her arms crawled round his shoulders, and her flanks rose gradually until she was straining to keep herself from screaming out in a sensual bliss.
"You promise not to tell Alice, now?" she asked.
"Not on my life, sugar."
"You just had her, didn't you?"
"Do I smell that lousy?"
"I feel that you have."
"I'm no good, you said."
"You're a dirty sonofabitch, Eddie. I can't resist you somehow. I know mama can't. You're making both of us your women, your tools. Make up your mind. Which one of us do you really want?"
"You said you didn't want me a moment ago?"
"I was lyin'. You know I was. You must think I'm crazy, I am crazy. I'm ashamed of myself for ever falling in love with you. After this is over, please go away from me. If you don't I'm going to run away. I can't stand mama ever knowing this. It'll nearly kill her."
"I'm goin' to keep you, Frieta," he said. "You're mine. I'm goin' to marry you, and take you to California We'll run away together."
"Really? Would you really take me?"
"Sure. I'll do it. You'll be my wife; we can leave Alice here. She told me tonight she didn't mind if you got married, or even slept with a man. Seems she knows you're highly-sexed, and has to have it."
She burned now. All her fierce resistance of him which she had felt at first had diminished. She was a different person. She was lust and desire, a mad raging female who could not refuse of reject him. Her passions were exalted and inflamed. The fierceness of her quickened hips made her insane and nearly senseless.
"I want you, Eddie," she murmured. "But I'm scared of myself. Times I feel crazy....real crazy ... you know I think I'm a nymphomaniac ... I am ... God knows I am!"
He did not answer, but he realized that she was nothing short of a sex maniac. She could not possibly resist a lover, once her body had been touched.
Eddie's hands went beneath Frieta's hips and lifted them. Madly Frieta yielded. She did not seem to care what happened to her any more just as long as she could feel the pressing feeling of release mounting and so murderously pleasurable. Eddie's cheeks were resting between her thighs. The sky seemed to crumble and was suddenly falling down upon her. She winced, and whined and sighed.
"Oh, that ... that's sweet ... so sweet," she rasped in a strange tone. She clenched her teeth hardly able to bear the mounting pleasure.
Her fingers ripped at Eddie's hair. His lips and tongue showered kisses on her until she was kicking and fighting in a rage unparallel to her own reality. Sparks of pleasure leaped from her loins, again and again. Until she could no longer stop or hold herself, she shouted like a squealing pig and fell back exhaustedly upon the bed.