Chapter 16

Irv and Thelma stayed in the den on the sofa after the stag movie ended. Irv was trying to analyze himself. Why was he angry at Dale? Why had he exploded about Dale and Kathy? Was it because he wanted Kathy? He had to admit that had something to do with it. He dug that youth scene. She was so fragile, yet so desirable. Thelma was just one of the girls even though he had never had her before. She was pretty and had a good figure but she lacked that look of innocence.

Thelma was thinking: "How do I tell him? Should I tell him?" She wondered how she had developed her sex quirk. It was easy to go back to where it started. It happened when she met Marie, an Oriental girl who was born in Taipan.

Thelma was probably seventeen then. It started with an innocent comment by Marie that in the Orient when a girl gives her favors to a man, he must give her a gift. If not a gift, then money.

Thelma thought that was a nice touch. So when she had her first affair, she hinted beforehand that she thought she should have a gift.

She got a string of artificial pearls. After that the gifts got more expensive and often, when there was a need, she suggested money. She didn't think this made her a prostitute. After all these were men she would have gone to bed with anyway.

She realized this was important. She had to stick to an affair whether she got a gift or not. That way she wasn't a whore.

When she got to be about twenty she noticed when she was going to get money or a gift her juices flowed freely and she was almost certain to have a climax. But if she wasn't to get a gift, it was unsatisfactory. Not that she didn't try. After all, she wasn't a whore. It was deep in her subconscious.

Then Mike came along. In the beginning he gave her gifts and she had a wonderful time in bed. But then he got too lazy to buy her something and he also rebelled against the whole business of gift-giving to one's wife. So Thelma's sex life was unsatisfactory. She began to cheat discreetly.

But now it had to be cash because Thelma's gifts could be found by Mike and she didn't want him to think she was cheating when he wasn't around.

When a man liked Thelma and she wanted to go to bed with him, she still went to bed with him, money or no money. She made herself do that. She wasn't a whore. But still, she got no thrill out of it if there was no promise of money.

Thelma even went to a psychiatrist with her problem but she came out of it with a lot of gobbledegook. Whatever he told her, she knew. It did her no good to know how it all came about. She wanted to be cured. She was told it would require long analysis and she wasn't prepared for that. Actually as Thelma got older the thrills came farther and farther apart. She had to admit she was frustrated, even sex-starved. This was all rotten luck.

Now she was going to bed with Irv. Mike called him, "Irv with the big cock." She was curious to see just how big. But she had enough experience to know that wasn't going to help. What would help would be if Irv suddenly gave her a thousand dollars. She'd have the most exciting orgasm in the history of sex. But that wasn't what was happening.

She wriggled out of her dress right on the sofa. Irv tossed off his coat. Mike was right. Irv was really hung. Well, that wouldn't be her immediate problem.

She wondered if she should just bare her soul. No, it was too dangerous. Irv might tell Mike. It could break up her marriage and she really cared for Mike.

Irv got into bed, lit a cigarette and said, "For a sex-pot, and the reputation of one, you seem preoccupied and this is a helluva time to be preoccupied."

"Sorry," Thelma said coolly, "but I have problems. But be my guest. Here's the body."

"And a beautiful one," Irv said.

"I hear you're something of a sex maniac-with that big whang."

Irv bowed, "I like good eating and good sex. That's not much different than anyone else. Now what are your problems? Obviously you wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't want to discuss it."

"How much money do you have in your pocket?" Thelma asked. She was even surprised when she said it.

Irv was doubly surprised.

But he said, "I suppose about forty dollars, maybe fifty."

Thelma thought for a moment. "Would you give it to me if I really needed it?"

The question puzzled Irv, "Yes," he said, "if you really needed it. But," he added practically, "my clothes are in another room."

"I don't mean this very moment. I mean, would you just give me the money if I needed it?" Thelma was talking plaintively.

Irv said, "What is this all about? I thought we were just going to make love. I didn't know we were going into some kind of business partnership."

Thelma said seriously, "Irv trust me. I know this sounds crazy but you won't regret it. Tell me that sometime after this affair you'll give me your money. I mean it."

"But," Irv said, "I don't understand."

"Trust me. Just tell me you'll give me the money."

"All right," Irv said, "if it will further our happy relationship for the evening, I'll give you the money."

"You promise?"

"Yes. I promise."

Thelma kissed him. "You won't regret it." She ran her hands over his body and then kissed him in circles from head to toe.

"Well," he said, pleased, "for fifty dollars I'm certainly getting my money's worth."

She pouted. "That's not a nice thing to say. I'm sweet to you because you were sweet to me. It isn't the money. That is just a symbol. Now lay back, don't move and I'll give you a treat."

Thelma played his penis like a flute. She was in fine spirits.

"That feels good," he said.

"Fine. Now you can make me feel good. And go slow. I haven't been laid in a long time and I want to enjoy it."

She rolled over on top of him.

Irv worked into her slowly, bringing her by steps to an orgasm so that they both came together, the last word in couple cooperation.

"That was marvelous," Thelma said after a while. "I enjoyed it so much. Thank you ever so much, Irv."

"My pleasure," Irv responded. "Now tell me what that money bit was all about. There must be some sense to it. What is it?"

Thelma lay there thinking. She wondered how much of it should she tell him? She was bursting at the seams to tell him the whole thing. She wondered if it would shock or surprise him.

She decided to approach the subject cagily. "Tell me," she said, "if I tell you what it's all about, could I trust you to keep it a secret. I mean to keep it from Mike? That's very important because it would destroy him."

Irv still didn't understand but he was getting more interested. "I swear, sure," Irv said.

Thelma let it all come out. She told him everything. The whole story from the beginning.

"So that's the way it is," she ended. "That's why I asked you for the money."

'It was worth a lot more than that. You should have asked me for a couple of hundred dollars."

Irv thought for a bit and then continued. "You know, you're crazy. There's only one way of handling this. Take my advice and tell Mike everything. He's doing fine now. He'll put some money in a special escrow screwing account and you can draw a few dollars every time you make it with him."

"You think so?" asked Thelma dubiously.

"I do. Do it. Take my advice. Mike will understand. Try it."

"All right," Thelma decided. "I'll do it. I can't go on like this forever. I'll do it."

Irv kissed her. "Now," he said, "let's see what $100 will do. I'll throw in another fifty if you make it with me again."

Thelma felt the warmth starting anew in her genitals. "Another $50? Fine," she said. "Stick it in."