Chapter 12
Karen Moore sat at her desk in the Wilson Clinic, frowning, upset by the Jonas Blake situation. As always, when worried she had pulled up her skirt and sat with legs apart, caressing her pussy. Usually it calmed her. But not today.
The night before she and Wilson and Madge had entered the Blake house and caught Jonas in the act of screwing that sexy redhead. Madge had, of course, gone hysterical. Wilson had pretended to be shocked, but Karen knew that he had wallowed in the sight of Jane's luscious nudity. Karen herself had been icy calm evaluating the situation, and quite displeased with the answers that she got.
Jane Hearne could keep Jonas at the hospital, which was bad for Karen on two counts. He would be a profitable addition to the clinic staff, increasing Karen's own profits from her shares in the company. But, most important, if he didn't come to the clinic, Madge might well dump him and marry Wilson, forever cutting Karen off from anything permanent with that walking gold mine.
The phone rang. Still rubbing her panty crotch, Karen reached for it.
The caller was Marie Fontaine, the practical nurse at City General Hospital that Karen had spying on Jonas Blake.
The girl said in a whisper, "Miss Moore, he's been locked in his office with Hearne for a half hour."
Frowning, Karen sought to calm herself by lifting her panty crotch aside and fingering into her split. She pressed her clit, rolled it about as she considered the matter.
Marie said, "Miss Moore, about that job at the Clinic you offered me...."
"I'll see about that," Karen said. "Marie, keep this quiet."
She hung up the phone and teased her slippery clit as she thought, Hearne could break him away from Madge and then I'd have a pretty kettle of fish!
The night before when she had gone to bed she recalled seeing Jonas hump the Hearne girl, his hard cock magnified in her view to the size of her forearm and fist. She had dreamed of seducing him after he came to the clinic. That, too, could be forfeited if Madge lost him to the Hearne cunt.
She dialed Madge's home.
Madge answered. When she heard Karen's name, her tone became suspicious.
Karen said, "Madge, you know I'm as anxious as you for Jonas to come to the clinic. Well, my nurses' grapevine tells me he is locked in his office with Hearne."
Madge was slow to answer. Finally she spoke with a sob in her voice. "What can I do?"
"Threaten to expose him to the hospital authorities, to the medical association."
Again Madge Blake hesitated. Finally, "I find it hard to believe. Last evening the Hearne girl told me she'd had nothing to do with him, and maybe she hadn't. Maybe it was the other one, Liz, until last night."
"I think he screws both of them. I saw the other one, Liz, looking at him with bedroom in her eyes."
"You'll help me, Karen?"
"We're together on this, Madge."
When she had hung up, Karen continued toying with her clit. Dammit, why shouldn't Jonas screw nurses when his wife was frigid, or worse? Karen knew that if she herself got him in bed, she could set him straight. But, as to Madge, once a man had gotten beyond her cameo-like beauty he found nothing at all.
Karen was very pessimistic about the whole thing.
Madge shed no tears, but she was crying inside.
Her prospects were horrible.
Shortly after Karen's call, the floor supervisor of B-Wing-Six phoned and said Dr. Blake had left a message, that he had operations scheduled for late this evening. He wouldn't be home before nine.
Madge sniffled at tears. That meant that he was taking Jane Hearne to dinner-or shacking up with her....
God knows she felt relieved at not having to go to bed with him. But the alternative, Wilson, now repelled her. If Jane got control of him and Madge arranged a divorce-the prospect of marrying Wilson sickened her.
She went to her bedroom and put on makeup, then a pretty new dress. Usually, parading before her mirror like this solaced her spirit. But there was no pleasure in it. She cast about her house, eyeing the handsome furnishings, not enjoying that either.
The phone rang again.
The caller was, of all people, Jane Hearne.
She said, "Mrs. Blake, I just have to talk to you, to come to some sort of understanding."
Madge was so shaken that she could only blurt, "If you want to."
"I'll be off work at five o'clock. Could I come to your house?"
Madge disbelieved her ears. At five o'clock? Then, Jonas really would be working tonight!
She agreed, hung up, and went to the kitchen and mixed a dry martini for herself. She never drank during the day, but it tasted good and helped settle her down.
She didn't fear the interview. Cat fights never disturbed her. In fact, she relished them. The problem was different. She kept seeing Jane Hearne on her bed, naked, hair tousled, her cheeks and throat aflame with passion, her crotch drooling.
She had looked so wantonly gorgeous that Madge had understood Jonas' viewpoint. And worse than that, Madge had wondered about herself. Could she lust for a girl?
After going off shift, Jane didn't take time to change clothes, simply threw her coat on over her uniform dress, and hurried out to the bus stop.
She knew that she should have bathed. She still smelled of fucking, wore no panties, and with every step her cunt made sludging sounds.
She hopped onto the bus, wondering at her haste. Well, she had a chance to get things out into the open, come to agreement with Madge, convince her that she had no designs on Jonas, wanted only his body. Had ever a mistress made such a declaration? But mistress was an old-fashioned word. The world was being created anew by women's lib. She earned her own living, she had the right to order her sex life as it pleased her. So there!
She was bursting with excitement as she left the bus on Lakeview Drive and hurried two blocks to the Blake residence. It was a handsome ranch house, well-landscaped. Madge should be pleased with it, but Jane guessed that a woman who lived for her home and her clothes would want forever bigger and more expensive, having nothing else to occupy her.
She lifted the brass door knocker and let it fall. At the clatter, the door opened and there was Madge in an emerald dress, like her eyes, looking beautiful, but smiling a bit crookedly. She held a cocktail glass in her hand.
She said, "Come in, Jane. Let's be civilized, use first names...."
Jane entered, taking off her coat, feeling rather funny in her rumpled uniform dress, compared to the sleek Madge.
Madge took her coat and said, "Please remove your cap, Jane. It looks so official. Makes me feel such an outsider, you people with your world of scalpels and anesthetics and all."
Jane unpinned her cap and tucked it into her coat pocket. She sat on the white couch Madge indicated, sinking into the silky, upholstered cushions.
"Dry martini? " Madge asked.
Jane nodded. She watched the other girl bring a pitcher and glasses. Drawing a coffee table up to the couch, she sat a cushion distant from Jane, slanted toward her.
Madge said, "We might as well be women of the world. Unless you'd rather we scream and claw each other's faces."
Jane smiled. "I think we should get along, Madge. We want different things. Why fight?"
"I'll drink to that." They touched their glasses together. Jane saw that the other's eyes were unnaturally bright. She had beer drinking, apparently. Well, get with it. Jane gulped at her martini, almost strangled on it. It was almost pure gin.
Madge said, "You and Jonas were at it today at the hospital."
It was an assertion, not a question. Jane nodded.
Madge eyed her sharply. "Even a doctor working on hospital staff earns a good bit of money."
Jane sighed, glad it was out in the open. "Madge, what you don't understand is that I pay my own way. If you had a job, a career, you'd see my point. It is exactly this, I don't give a shit how much Jonas earns. Nor do I care about getting myself a cushy job at Doctor Wilson's clinic. I earn enough, and it's all mine, and I am needed at the hospital. So there."
"You think I should have a job?"
"Yes. Then you'd respect yourself."
Madge tossed her head. "You say I don't respect myself?"
"It's obvious. You're a leech on Jonas and you know it. You're a whore."
"I'm his wife!"
"Your marriage license only proves what kind of whore you are."
With that, Madge burst into tears.
Jane eyed her steadily, sipping her drink. She finished it. She set her glass down on the coffee table, feeling a bit lightheaded from the drink. She moved closer to Madge and took the girl's slender hand between hers. She said, "Madge, we can be friends, if we speak clearly. You see, when I came to City General Hospital I hadn't faced the truth about myself. I've learned. I'm not entirely adjusted, but I feel a lot better."
Madge blinked away her tears. "What do you mean, the truth about yourself?"
"That maybe I'm a nympho. Or overly passionate. I think now I can let myself go sexually without getting hurt, with man, or woman."
Madge's eyes flew open. "Woman?" she gasped.
"Woman," Jane said, looking at Madge's lovely face, at her cone-shaped breasts, her neat little hips and long, sleekly beautiful legs. "A woman like you, Madge. Yes, with you. You think I'm in love with your husband. Maybe I am. And maybe I could be with you, too." Fresh tears ran down Madge's cheeks.
Madge thought, This is a dream, this can't be happening to me, this nurse who shacks up with Jonas calling herself a lesbian, a nympho, and suggesting-a love affair? It's insane. Who is she? Just a nurse, an underling. Nobody. Jonas is somebody. So is Wilson. And me?
Am I a whore? Jane was holding her hand. Oddly, the firm clasp gave her a sense of security. Their palms were cupped together, and Jane's other hand gently caressed the back of hers. It reminded her of childhood, two little girls running down a street, hands clasped. In the pool of tears Madge saw other things, school days, in the girls' shower room, seeing the pretty nude bodies of other girls, staring at them and wondering at the feeling of warmth inside her. There had been her girl friend, Ginny, how she used to stare at Ginny's breasts, which had been big, protruding like Jane's. Once, when they were changing to bathing suits together, Ginny's breast had bumped her arm in passing, a hot nude orb that seemed to burn an imprint on her flesh.
Through tears she saw that Jane had moved close to her, now felt those warm, soft hands slip up her arms to her shoulders. Blue eyes, inches from hers. A coral mouth, moist and partly open.
Jane's words came to her in broken fragments.
"Then you won't hate me. Kiss. I can't hurt you. Only another girl, soft like you, and a cleft between the legs."
Thoughts from her own mind mixed with these. True, Jane has no ugly cock. I hate seeing a hard penis jump into view, aiming at me-Jane's crotch is like mine . ... A soft moistness touched her lips. Madge thought, A girl's lips, pressing mine, rolling over them. No threat. Sweet. Light. A flutter. A tongue tip? The smell of her is warm, musky. A strong smell, but I don't seem to mind that. Is that my tongue, touching hers? Flower petals brushing silkily, honeyed, oh, yes, it is all honeyed....
She discovered that she had fallen back against the couch and that Jane held her face, caressing it with palms and fingertips while sucking her lips, slipping her tongue inside. And she was returning the kiss, mouthing Jane's lips and sucking the tip of her tongue.
Then she felt a caress circle her breast, the softest of feathery touches, fingers exploring, gently teasing her nipple to sharp protrusion.
Madge dared not open her eyes for fear that the dream would end.
She was clinging to Jane now, her arms vining about the girl's shoulders, fingers combing into her silky hair, a sensual mass of curls that wove magically about her fingertips. Both of Jane's hands were on her breasts, kneading them to a warm, glowing, excited state.
She thought, Maybe I've had too much to drink.
If so, thank goodness for gin.