Chapter 2
"Oh, darling," Patricia Worth murmured, twisting away from Gerald's clutching hands, "do we have to?"
Sometimes she wondered how she could hate it so much! Men! Their awful thick hands probing into your deepest part, your most secret part, threatening you, always about to reach you and take from you the thing that you prize the most.
Gerald Heard paused, his lean, distinguished features perplexed for a moment as he stared at her. Hunger surged in him at the sight. There was something about Patricia that brought the hunger to him even as it was rebuffed. He loved to take her long golden hair down and watch it play over her naked breasts. When she was like this, she didn't look a day over eighteen. But she didn't like him to do that. She liked her hair up. It was the only way she ever wore it to work. And he suspected that she would have made love that way if he had not insisted.
But even his insistence seemed to count for little in some areas. He had the distinct feeling sometimes that despite her protests, Patricia didn't really respond to him sexually.
He voiced those feelings now.
"Honestly, Patricia, sometimes I think that you're actually frigid!"
The words sent a tremor through her body. He could feel her reaction and wondered at it. Was she really afraid of frigidity? There were so many things he didn't understand about Patricia even though he was about to marry her. Why did she limit the nights they saw each other? What did she do these other nights?
Patricia Worth eyed him through her golden eyes, slitted now with speculation. She knew that she shouldn't have reacted to his touch this way. Just as she shouldn't have let the flicker of dismay cross her face when he knocked at the door less than an hour after Randy had dropped her at the usual meeting place and she had caught a cab home.
She knew that she would have to take drastic action and she was tired. And she didn't feel a thing.
Well, it didn't matter. It wasn't humoring herself that had gotten her, a woman, to a top position in Heard Advertising in a little over four years. And it wasn't humoring herself that would get her into the top position there after she had married Gerald. And she was determined that this would happen. Her career, the business-that was what was important to Patricia Worth.
"Whatever makes you say that, darling?" she murmured, letting her eyes go slitted and sexy. She stood up from the couch where they had been sitting and faced him. "Sometimes I'm a little tired but I'm always ready for action."
"Not even time to bathe," she thought dismally, but her face was bright. Maybe she could work that in.
She looked down at him, her eyes sexy golden slits.
"Why don't you come watch me bathe? It's been a long day and a bath will perk me up and I'll be ready."
As she said this, her eyes grew more slitted and enticing and her hands moved up to her bodice undoing the blouse she was wearing.
She felt a mess. She had just gotten to push her hair up and pin it after the bell rang. Gerald wasn't supposed to come that night. He had just decided to exercise his rights. It had already been agreed that they would marry though they hadn't announced it. He seemed to have decided to act like a husband.
"Come on."
She finished the last button and flung the blouse away. Her heavy breasts strained against the confines of her bra. She didn't think that Patty would wear bras after this. After all, the younger women weren't wearing them much anymore.
Patty. Sometimes she seemed to be almost a stranger. Though of course Patty was right there in her own body. And Patty was so young and so free! And enjoyed sex so completely.
"Why?" she asked herself. "Why was it that the only way she could enjoy sex was to get dressed as a teenager and go out and find a boy that age?"
She thought of all this once more as she walked toward the bathroom, Gerald following her.
There was a chair in the huge tiled bath of her plush apartment. She used it to hang clothes on. She gave a suggestive glance at the big, kingsized bed with its lush coverings as they passed, a promising glance, and then went on to the bathroom.
"Sit down, darling, and watch me bathe and then you'll get what you want."
Gerald was more than eager. She had always locked him out of so many of these little intimacies.
That was what she wanted him to feel, that she was finally letting him in. That would allay his suspicions.
She bent over, and felt his eyes on her full buttocks as she ran the big, sunken tub full. Then she stood up and, eyeing him where he sat, all attention, she slipped out of the bra and let her heavy breasts plunge forward.
No, she didn't understand how Patty could be so free and enjoy sex so much while she ... Sometimes she just had to go away and be Patty or go crazy.
Crazy! The words echoed in her ear and she saw her mother's face for a moment, the cold, white, implacable face. "A woman who runs around is crazy!" she would snap. Her mother became all religion and prudery after her father had run away. A manless house. Was that it? Sometimes she almost thought she had it figured out.
She thought for a moment of Randy's hard, lean body against her, the rigid thrust of his young member. She felt Patty's eagerness for a moment and then it faded.
Gerald wasn't Randy. Not that there was anything wrong with him. Lean, greying at the temples, in his mid-forties. Not too old for a woman nearing thirty. Distinguished, over six feet tall, his lean body still firm, as well-hung as Randy.
Then what? Oh, it was here, she knew but she had never managed to put it all together.
Her eyes turned to golden slits and she slid out of her skirt. Luckily, Gerald didn't pay too much attention to clothes or he'd have seen that they didn't fit her. She had bought them for Patty. They were tighter and more flamboyant than her usual crisp business suits or straight dresses.
Gerald's eyes widened. She was standing before him now with the white globes of her breasts swinging before her, in her white sheer panties.
"Make it a little nasty," she told herself, "and he'll really be hooked."
She fixed her eyes on him and asked in a little-girl voice, "do you want to see my ass?"
"Yes." Gerald's voice was husky with excitement.
"Just a peek," she whispered in the same child's voice and turning her back to him, she leaned forward, thrusting her rounded haunches out and slid the panties down just over the curve of the rump.
She could feel the room suddenly pulsing with Gerald's excitement and knew he would come after her in a moment. Right now he was staring at the firm white globes of her butt, feeling beautifully nasty like a little boy.
Quickly, in a single motion, she slid out of the panties and with a flash of white bottom, down into the tub.
The water felt good. She wished she could stay there forever.
"Now just sit there and watch," she told Gerald, "and you can see everything."
His eyes gleamed and she could see the rise of his pants as he stared. Good! She had him again. She had to remember that whatever the cost, she could not let him see again that she did not respond to him sexually. But then, Patricia Worth didn't respond to anyone sexually.
Oh, it was too much to think about! One thing at a time.
She soaped the rag and laved her breasts with it, feeling another tremor of hunger from Gerald as she did so. The nipples puckered for a moment as the rag touched them. She was glad. Perhaps he would read this as a response.
"Keep it nasty," she thought, "and it will cover everything."
"Do you want to watch me wash my cunt?" she asked.
She had finished the upper part of her body. "Yes," Gerald said. "Watch close then."
She rose squatting in the tub and Gerald stared fascinated as the rag went between her legs. She prolonged it to give him an extra thrill and his hot eyes gleamed as the rag moved back and forth. Of course, he couldn't guess that she was also washing all traces of Randy from her little box.
Gerald was beside himself. She knew that if he were a little freer that he would have torn off his own clothes and plunged into the tub with her. She almost wished he would. Perhaps some completely overpowering male was what she needed. But she didn't think she had ever had one that completely overpowering.
With one last sly, teasing glance at Gerald, she stood up and climbed out of the tub. The water glistened on the pearl-white of her breasts and on the dark curls of her little bush, catching the light like jewels.
Gerald was completely entranced.
She grabbed a luxurious towel off the rack and handed it to him.
"Dry me, darling."
His hands shook as he started towelling the firm young body.
She felt like Patty for a moment as the rough towelling went over her nipples, scratching slightly but tingling. And she wished she could have remained Patty because then she could have really felt and enjoyed. But that was reserved for special occasions. There was little room for Patty Worth in Patricia Worth's life. She hoped the two lives never interfered with each other because she would be forced to cut Patty off forever.
She opened her legs.
"Get in the crease, darling."
Gerald was quivering as his hand ran between her legs and the towel roughed her soft lips.
"Now," she said, facing him, her hands going up to her head to loosen her hair. The pins came away in her hands and her hair fell loose.
She stood posed for him a moment and he stared at the golden billows of hair framing the pink-gold of her tiny nipples and she could see him trembling.
She turned and ran lightly from the room.
"Come on," she called, flinging herself down on the bed face down. It gave her a moment's respite and at the same time thrust up the gleaming mounds of her buttocks to entice him.
Gerald was ready. All his doubts forgotten in the heavy rise of his pants.
She wriggled her bottom as he came up and then rolled over and looked up at him.
Cupping the firm breasts in her hands, she murmured, imitating Patty, "Sock it to me!"
Gerald, unused to such behavior was enthralled. His hands trembled as he practically tore the clothes from himself.
She lay there watching him through slitted eyes. She knew this made her look sexy but it also hid her real feelings.
"Sock it to me!" she murmured again, her voice heavy as though with lust.
His pants slid down and his heavy prong jutted forward, red-tipped and menacing. It was a good body, lean and tall and strong. She knew this objectively. But subjectively, she was fixated on the red-knobbed menace of his jutting member. Something inside her cringed as she stared at it, fascinated, not able to look away.
"You like it, eh?" Gerald asked, misinterpreting her gaze.
"It's beautiful," she managed though her heart was pounding. "Why don't you shove it up me?"
It was coarse but it had its effect. She knew Gerald had always felt that she was unreachable. Perhaps this would reassure him.
It seemed to. He almost licked his lips over the words and now he dropped down to her and drew her into his arms. His mouth covered hers and she made herself suck at his tongue.
His hands were on her breasts and then lower, cupping her dark bush. She felt the tension in him.
"Hurry," she moaned, faking passion and again he took it as a sign of hunger.
"Spread those little thighs then," he murmured.
She lay back, spreading her legs wide, wondering for a moment how she would get through it.
Then she felt the pain of having to submit to this man she didn't really want. A pleasant sort of masochistic enjoyment flooded her and she clung to it.
She writhed as his big prong thrust into her and she felt the invasion painfully but then she fastened on this pain wringing the pleasure from it.
It seemed to work. Even in the midst of her near-nausea she suddenly managed to feel pleasure.
"Work it up," she told herself and thrust up to him. He drove in deeper and began to move in the rhythmical grinding motion.
He was very horny. His control was almost shot by the little obscenities that she had fed him.
Good! That was how she wanted it. It would be over that much faster.
But something fastened on the pain of the invasion as his body grew more fervent in its thrust. He was moving with force now, each stroke plunging deeper. She let a moan escape and he thought it was passion. Faster, faster, he drove in and his fingers reached under her cupping the firm buttocks.
"Come!" she whispered in his ear.
The sound did it. She felt his lean body arch and drive against her and her little box was invaded even deeper, the bottom touched. She clung to him fighting nausea and a dark painful joy filled her for a moment as his big tool burst inside her near-dry box.
Spasm after spasm' racked him as he went through the orgasm that Patricia could never share. Well, Patty might have but she was not here now. She was buried somewhere deep in the hidden recesses of the other personality's mind. Deeper than Gerald could ever penetrate.
She kept her eyes tight closed as he finished, a final wrenching spasm flooding over him.
Finally, he began shrinking into himself and fell out of her limp as a little boy.
They lay there silently, each in their separate worlds. Gerald interpreted her silence and deep breathing as a sign of her satisfaction.
What it really meant was that her mind had returned to Patty for a moment.
She was wondering if she had really managed to appease Randy that evening or if she would be forced to get rid of him. Patty's young hungry body cried out in protest at the thought.