Chapter 13
Marianne sat at her desk and stared at her fingernails. She had done absolutely nothing of importance since she came into the office that morning. After she had finished with Pat, or he had finished with her, she had spent the rest of the night in the small room that was hers whenever she wanted, or had, to spend the night at Hillside instead of in her own well-furnished apartment in the nearest town.
She had slept well! Pat, no matter what his real feelings were toward her, had satisfied the biting urge which had driven her to practically beg him to fuck, rape, or screw her when she had humiliated herself in his office. But she had not really humiliated herself, she realized. If it had been someone other than Pat maybe it would have been humiliating but Pat had understood. Good, kind Pat! She tried to tell herself that he was the kind of man she should want but couldn't convince herself. What kind of a man did she want? As if in answer to her mental question Marvin strode out of his office looking worried and came straight across to her.
He was big! she thought as she waited for him to speak. Funny, she'd never noticed just how big he was! Instinctively her eyes went down to his crotch. She stared at the comforting bulge there.
"Marianne," said Marvin, "are you busy right now?"
She brought her eyes up guiltily, as if he had read her thoughts and there was a tinge of red in her cheeks as she drawled, "Why no, Marv, did you want something?" She moved her lips suggestively at him.
He grinned down at her from his six-foot height. "If I do," he murmured, staring at the fringe of white thigh which showed under the shortest miniskirt at Hillside, "I'll-" Then he stopped and started again. "As I was about to say before those slick legs of yours interrupted me," he grinned into her face, "will you go and see if Phoebe is in her room? I haven't seen her all day."
Marianne gave him a dirty look. "You're a bastard, Marvin," she said levelly. "Not content with undressing me with your eyes, you ask me to go and see if your damn frozen girl friend is out of the deep-freeze!"
"Aw, she's not so cold," he kept his voice calm but the remark had touched a raw nerve.
"Who's kiddin' who?" asked Marianne as she rose from her desk, flung him a wicked stare, then moved to do his bidding.
Marvin stared after her. How the hell could women tell about those things? he asked himself, irritably. Phoebe's lack of response had been beginning to really bug him!
He blinked, still seeing Marianne's swiveling hips as she'd wiggled to the door. Why did she wear her skirt so damned short? he wondered with unreasonable irritation. If it was any shorter he'd have seen the cheeks of her bottom! Marvin found the thought unexpectedly interesting and found pleasure in muttering to himself obscenely "I bet you've got a nice, fucking, little cunt, Marianne! Just voicing the thought made him feel so much better that he said it again, half-aloud.
Ruth, at the switchboard, jerked her head as he went by.
Marianne glided her sex-starved body toward Phoebe's room. Marvin was a s.o.b., she told herself, no damn good at all! She slid steadily onward. Then why was she getting herself worked up just thinking about the slob? She turned into the east wing, swung around the corner into the corridor then stopped at Phoebe's door. Marianne raised her hand to knock then hesitated. There was an odd rustling sound coming through the door. She bent her head and listened as Phoebe said, "Now, Nadine, I want cunnilingus-on-my-cunt!" she cried out weakly.
Marianne leaned weakly against the wall. Oh, no! She blinked her eyes. It couldn't be real! But it was Phoebe's voice and she'd said Nadine. Nadine? Nadine was the name of the young girl who had just arrived! And she remembered hearing Pat Saxon saying, "Cunnilingus is her thing!" Marianne turned, started to walk back to the office to tell Marvin that- She stopped. What the hell could she tell Marvin? Because it was real, all right. It was true! Phoebe was in her room with Nadine and she had just told the young girl to suck her cunt! How could she tell that to Marvin?