Chapter 14
Marianne kept returning to Mr. Katz' apartment for the whole months of January and February. She followed him home after school telling her mother that she was going to a friend's house. From three-thirty until seven o'clock the young girl and the older math teacher frolicked in sexual delight, performing every form of perversion imaginable.
Mr. Katz made one mistake however. He started paying his young pupil for her services. Because Marianne no longer dared solicit the students in her junior high school, because she no longer dared to allow them to feel her up in the bathroom as she had done previously, Marianne was short on cash. She had used the money she had made off of the boys to buy clothes and other things which her impoverished parents could not provide her with.
She therefore started asking Johnny (that was Mr. Katz's first name) for money. He was very generous giving her tens and twenties. These large sums of money which their daughter was bringing home made Marianne's parents suspicious. They started asking for the girlfriend which she went to visit every afternoon after school. They grilled her until she finally broke down and admitted the truth.
Mr. Katz was immediately suspended from his job, when authorities found out about his after-school activities. He was brought to trial, and after Marianne's damning testimony he was sentenced to twenty-five years in jail for child molesting.
After the trial, which had made all of the New Brunswick newspapers, Marianne's life moved swiftly. Her family, subjected to unfavorable publicity, were forced to move to Bayonne, in an attempt to protect their little daughter from the embarrassment with which she was tormented. Because, even though the school teacher was found guilty, it was generally acknowledge that Marianne was a little bitch. A temptress who leads men on. It was very soon learned how she had let the boys look under her dress for a quarter a peek.
In Bayonne, Marianne grew up, and started to date, as most normal girls of thirteen do. But Marianne very soon started to acquire a reputation. She was fast. She didn't mind if a boy tried to neck and pet with her on the first date. Boys of eighteen and nineteen were dating her. Thought she was young, she was well-developed for her age and she was willing to jack them off and make out with them and even to fuck for them. It spread like wildfire that Marianne was the kind of girl that went all the way with a boy, if he gave her a little money. Marianne would charge a date three dollars if he wanted to get laid. They were more than willing to pay. They saved all week, doing without lunch and without sodas and ice cream, in order to have enough money for Marianne.
Marianne's parents, who secretly knew of their child's activities, had no choice but to give their tacit approval. The father, who was ill, collected unemployment insurance, which was hardly enough to provide support for the family. They were grateful when Marianne let them have her earnings. They were, in fact, so grateful, that they didn't bother to ask her how she had gotten it.
Marianne, at fifteen, was getting tired of living at home with her crippled father and her constantly nagging mother. She dreamed of getting away, and maybe even getting to be a big movie star someday. Hers were the dreams of a multitude of impoverished young girls. She was constantly looking for a way out of the filth in which she lived.
Her chance came one hot July afternoon. Her parents had gone visiting some relatives. She was alone in the house, listening to the radio, and eating peaches and plums, when there was a knock on the door. It was a vacuum cleaner salesman. She let him in, telling him that her parents would be home shortly. In fact, she knew that they were gone for the day and probably wouldn't return till late in the evening.
One thing led to another, as it always does with girls like Marianne, and before he knew it, he found himself in bed with the delicious young nymph, this red-haired nymph who had answered the door.
Marianne made Steve (that was the salesman's name) take her with him to New York, where he lived. She stayed with him for about a month, cooking and sewing and keeping house for him while he was out on the road selling vacuum cleaners. This kind of life held very little appeal for the fifteen year old nymphet. She had dreams of glory. She was a sex-goddess. She couldn't be locked up in a stuffy apartment tending house. She was a vibrant girl, full of life, bursting with energy. She, therefore, abandoned Steve at the first available opportunity.
She went shopping for a brassiere and panties in a corsetorium on seventh avenue in Manhattan which also catered to the uptown prostitutes. Marianne had wandered into the store quite by accident. An old, greasy hustler named Goat, spotted her and it was love at first sight.
She picked up her clothes from the apartment which she shared with Steve in Queens and moved into Goat's pad on East Seventy-fifth Street, a very exclusive neighborhood in Manhattan's east side.
In the beginning, Goat only required that Marianne do some light housework. This she did quite willingly. But very soon she found herself out in the streets, picking up rich patrons who paid her for the use of her body.
Marianne was making more money than she had ever seen in her whole life. Sometimes she was bringing home as much as five and six hundred dollars a night. Her price was not cheap. She only turned the trick for those who could afford her exorbitant rates.
Hut soon Marianne was growing tired of Goat also. He was a greasy pimp who dressed in the blinding chartreuse suits, and drove around in a pink and purple colored Cadillac that was made to order. Goat ran a stable that boasted of seven girls, each of whom competed for his favors.
Marianne didn't mind the other girl's so much, though they did irritate her. It was the way Goat would take all of her money from her, leaving her only with peanuts, that bothered her the most. She was working her ass off, hustling on street corners, while he was having himself a good time with her money.
This pissed the shit right out of her. So one day, she split. She left Goat cold, getting a place of her own in the East Village. She liked the people who hung out there. Most of them were young and free, just like herself. They weren't bound by conventional morality, and they didn't have all of the hangups which plagued 'straight society' when it came to sex. Marianne liked the people, and pretty soon became very popular with them. She let those who didn't have a place to stay come and move in with her. She was very free with her money, lending it to those who asked her.
Marianne, during this period of her life, fell in love with a rock singer named Richie McCoy. Though he wasn't very successful at his trade, he was a very sweet guy, with a good sense of humor. Marianne liked him for those qualities. She also liked him because he was one hell of a stud. He made her feel like a natural woman. He excited and thrilled her, and she therefore had no objections to supporting him. Just as long as he knew that momma was boss and that she wouldn't tolerate any back talk. In this respect, Richie was very good. He never bossed her or messed around.
Marianne, meanwhile, continued to sell herself on Manhattan's flesh market. She was a lady of the night, a whore who took care of herself. She didn't need a pimp to steal the money from her. And she was in the habit of advising her girlfriends to do as she had done.
"Get rid of your pimp," she would say. "He's robbing you blind. And when your looks give out, and when you can't earn no more money, he'll kick you out, and you'll end up on welfare, while he goes and marries a decent girl, and proceeds to raise a decent family off of the blood money which you've earned."
A couple of the girls started taking Marianne's advice, and before long there were an awful lot of angry pimps. At first they just warned her to mind her own business, not to go around and be so loose with her mouth.
Marianne ignored their advice, and before long bad things started happening to her. One clear, sunny afternoon, while she was out shopping, they bombed her apartment Soon Richie was found in a dark alley all beat up. It was nothing serious, only a broken jaw, but Marianne decided that it was about time to get out of town.
Hut where could she go and make as much money as in New York? At first she thought about the coast. California was supposed to be pretty good turf. The hookers out there were known to make quite a bit of change.
Hut Marianne didn't like the idea. She was already seventeen, and she was kind of tired of the wild street life. She was tired of prostituting herself, selling her young nubile body to the highest bidder. What she wanted was to settle down. She wanted to find herself a husband, and she wanted maybe to start raising a family.
"Why don't you go to Palm Beach," a girlfriend of hers said. "There are plenty of rich eligible young bachelors out there. And with your looks and body you shouldn't have any trouble meeting them. You shouldn't have any trouble at all."
So it was Palm Beach for Marianne, the poor girl from New Brunswick, New Jersey. She learned the ropes and pretty soon she was one of the most popular girls out there, receiving invitations to all of the parties at the most elegant mansions. She very soon got onto the party list of everybody who was anybody out in Palm Beach. She was receiving invitations from Senators, and congressmen, and movie stars, and diplomats. Marianne led a gay and exciting life. Marianne, the party girl, was the belle of Palm Beach.