Chapter 2
Without seeming to do so, Angela had , watched the whole exchange with Harvey Sears. She couldn't hear, their words, but it seemed to her that the man had treated her husband with a disrespectful familiarity which should have made David livid with anger, but it didn't. She wondered briefly whether he and David knew each other, but she was sure he would have told her if that was true.
She watched in shocked surprise when the redhead wriggled her shoulders making her full breasts dance lightly in front of David's eyes, and she was mortified that he seemed unable to keep from staring hungrily at her. She turned her attention to the food before her in a vain attempt to forget the look in David's eyes when he saw the woman's suggestive motions. Without realizing she was doing it, she began to reflect back to her first encounter with David, almost a year before she finally consented to marry him.
She was then working on her first real job as executive secretary for a small firm in New York with offices in the Pan American building. Though she didn't get to meet many people through her job, the others who worked in the area tended to congregate for lunch in the Italian restaurant on the first floor, and right after work in several smart bars in the neighborhood. It was in one of these bars she met David.
Angela could still picture it as if it had happened only yesterday. She had stepped into the dimly lit bar hesitantly, not being accustomed to such places, and she stood just inside the door for a moment waiting for her eyes to adjust. The strong smell of beer and liquor still at that time made her queasy, and she was making a sour expression on her face without being aware of it. All of a sudden she had felt a strong male hand gripping her elbow firmly and almost screamed out loud before she could catch herself. Then she looked up at the smiling face so close to hers she could almost feel his breathing on her skin.
"Hi," he said pleasantly. "Pm David. Who are you?"
She was so taken aback by his direct approach that she answered in spite of being so startled she had almost jumped out of her skin.
"Ohh, you scared me. My name's Angela. Do you know Scotty? Dorothy Scott? I was told she would be here," she said as she gradually regained her composure. By now she was able to see clearly, and her heart had skipped a beat when she realized that this David Martin was young, tall, handsome, and obviously liked her looks. Finally, she had thought, I'm meeting a New Yorker I like on first sight. Her main reason for leaving her home town was to expose herself to the possibility of meeting someone more interesting than the men back home, most of whom were dull and had no ambition.
"No, but if she's here, we'll find her," he said, not letting go of her arm as he led her toward the thick cluster of animated drinkers who were gesticulating and talking all at once so that it was hard to see how they could understand one another.
David had given her a reassuring pat on the arm to tell her not to move, and then she couldn't believe her eyes when with one sure-footed leap he was standing on the table with his hands cupped around his mouth. She half-raised her arm in alarm to stop him when she saw what he was going to do, but before she could stop him she heard his low, booming voice.
"Scotty, Dorothy Scott. Scotty, Dorothy Scott. Paging Dorothy Scott," he intoned like a hotel bellboy. There was a momentary lull in the buzz of conversation before everyone went on talking as if nothing had happened, only one or two people nearby laughing at his antics.
Angela had never been so surprised in her life when she saw Scotty separate herself from the center of a large group of admiring males and walk toward David on the table.
"It's me you want," she said in her Brooklyn accent to David. Then she had seen Angela standing a few feet away and seemed disappointed. "Oh, hi, Angie. Did I walk off with the keys again?" she said, already digging into her purse and coming up with a silver ring holding keys of all shapes and sizes. "Sorry," she said without any feeling of apology.
'That's all right," Angela had answered as she took the keys. She started to say something more, but Scotty had already giggled her usual good-bye and wiggled her way back into the throng of waiting men, playfully bumping two or three of them with her hips as she passed between them.
"She's not exactly the wordy type, is she?" she had heard David's voice say to her as he once more stood beside her. "Don't bother giving me a tip," he had joked. "Just have one short drink with me before my services are required again."
Before she could say no or resist him in any way, he had led her to a secluded booth in a corner looking out on Forty-third Street and had ordered two whiskey sours.
"You look like a whiskey-sour girl," he explained meaninglessly as he insisted she sit down. "Am I right?"
She hadn't been able to think fast enough to keep up with him, finally mumbling something like, "Yes, that's fine, thanks." Actually, she had only drunk an occasional spiked eggnog or punch previous to then, but there hadn't seemed time to explain that even if she had wanted to.
"I'm looking for a beautiful girl who wants to marry an up-and-coming insurance salesman," he had blurted out, catching her mind off balance once more. "Do you think it could be you?"
And that had been the beginning of it all. They had dinner together that night and for weeks afterward, spending as much time in each other's company as was possible. He had insisted from the beginning that he was going to marry her, and secretly she had felt the same way, though she had not told him so for a long time. She never doubted that he was the very man she had been waiting for all her life, and it seemed incredible that she had met him in such a way.
There had been only two things that had made her afraid she might be making a mistake in even thinking of marrying this fast talking, but sensitive and kind man. One was when she had found out that he had been doing a lot of betting on horses. She had always been taught that such things were evil in themselves, and besides it was obviously a habit that could keep a couple from ever being able to save enough money to get anywhere with their lives, even if she were to go on working after they were married.
The other thing was the same old problem she had always had with men -sex. She didn't think she was prudish or afraid of the subject, but she was old-fashioned enough to believe that the only time it was right between two people was after they had been joined legally together. She had learned as she was growing up through late adolescence that if you didn't want to stay at home or be a wallflower, you had to give in at least a little to the insistent demands males were always making. So she had had a little practice in keeping them at their distance when she started going out so much with David.
But he was smoother and more persuasive than anyone she had ever known. It could have been because she was attracted to him from the beginning in a way that was new to her, but sometimes it seemed as though she might have gone right on to the point of no return if it hadn't been for her well-trained willpower.
It must have been about six weeks after they had met that David seemed to have accepted her resolve not to indulge in intercourse with any man before she was married, and for a long time he stopped trying to do anything more than caress her breasts through her blouse and press his body urgently against hers.
But then one night he had almost ruined everything.
They had been to a party together in
Greenwich Village, a wild sort of party at a famous artist's house, and they had both had too many mixed drinks. Angela had finally learned to drink three or four light alcoholic drinks in a social situation, since it seemed a requirement if you didn't want to be left out all the time, but that night she had gone far beyond her limit and was giddily intoxicated. When they had reached her apartment, David made some coffee, but it didn't seem to help. He later told her he had slipped a little cognac into it for a nightcap, which explained why she had seemed to get still more uncontrollably drunk than before she had had the coffee.
They had begun to kiss and fondle each other as usual on the couch in her living room, his hand touching her softly pulsing breasts and sending fiery heat rushing through her body like hot air from a blast furnace. It had seemed to her as though all her nerve endings were nakedly exposed on the surface of her flesh, and the center of it all down between her tingling inner thighs had felt like a raging fire that could only be quenched by the cool touch of his fingers kneading her tingling breasts inside her open blouse. He must have sensed her passion-inflamed urgency, for she had felt his fingers sliding down over her softly rounded belly still covered by the thin material of her miniskirt, making her writhe and twist into closer contact with his body.
Then he was lightly stroking the soft naked flesh above the tops of her nylon stockings, his extended middle finger circling closer and closer to the hotly trembling' center of the excitement burning in her loins. She had known he was reaching for the previously forbidden triangle of soft blonde hair up between her quivering thighs, but in spite of all her efforts to force herself to resist she felt her firmly clenched thighs relaxing their tension and gradually opening up to his gently insistent probing.
David had felt her whole body shudder against his at the first tentative contact with the narrow white nylon crotch band covering the now moistening slit of her untouched vagina, and it felt as though his loins would burst from the throbbing ache intensifying in his rapidly swelling penis. He let his finger slip lightly up and down the narrow wet opening through the flimsy nylon of her panties until he felt her responding with a slight rocking motion on the couch and her voice was moaning softly into his mouth. Their tongues were lashing wetly together, her breasts heaving voluptuously against his own chest, and then suddenly he had felt as though he couldn't wait any longer to explore the silken-haired treasure she had so long denied him.
He searched for and finally found the elastic panty leg band and gently pulled it over to one side to make room for his outstretched middle finger. The first contact with the warm moist curls surrounding her palpitating cuntal mouth made his cum-laden testicles ache to the verge of exploding, and his desire-swollen penis jerk wildly inside his jockey shorts. Zeroing in with his finger on the heated moistness building up between her thighs, he nudged his way slowly in between the hotly quivering outer lips of her pussy and began massaging the tiny erected button of her clitoris.
She had started groaning louder then into his mouth pressing moistly down over hers, and undulated her loins up into closer contact with his hand with an eager impatience that made him bolder and even more insistent. Slipping farther into the rising wetness of her now openly spread cunt, his fingertip located the virginal tightness of the entrance to her warmly seeping pussy and he held it poised there, lightly circling it around in the heated fluids, ready to push forward at the slightest indication from her that she wanted it as much as he did.
Angela had felt him urging her softly vibrating clitoris into still greater excitement, and with every conscience-wracking "no, no, no" inside her head she had thrust her hips forward on the couch to let her whole body tremble around the maddening hardness of his lewdly probing finger. She had never felt such tingling pressure in her life as was then building up excitingly in her passion-drenched vagina, and instinctively she was aware that there was only one way to relieve that pressure, something she wanted so much it restricted her chest around her heart. Then she had felt the first searing, tentative contact with the softly sensitive inner folds of her vagina, and more than anything else in the world at that moment she wanted him to enter her and erase the relentlessly increasing ache she was feeling in the depths of her quivering young belly.
But he waited, almost driving her crazy. And then, suddenly, his left hand which had been gently stroking from her neck on down to her squirming buttocks below slipped back around her trembling body. She could feel him fumbling between their tightly pressed bodies, and then there was the harsh metallic sound of a zipper going. Oh my God, she had thought, he's opening the fly of his trousers! Never had she let any many do this much with her, and she was suddenly afraid of what might happen if she didn't bring things to a halt immediately.
She had gasped her surprise up into David's mouth pressed hotly over hers, and her body had reflexively flinched forward stiffly when she had realized what he was doing. Taking this to mean his girl friend was willing and ready for whatever he wanted to do to her, David had without warning thrust forward with his middle finger, parting the moist slippery folds of her hair-fringed vagina as he buried it up inside her to the first knuckle.
"Uggggh!" she moaned into his mouth at the sudden brutal entry into her previously untried cuntal opening. She clenched her trembling thighs tightly around his hand, trapping it between them as she tried vainly to squirm back away from the obscenely invading finger. His mouth would not let hers away now that he was so close to getting the prize he wanted, and with his free hand he gradually worked his aching cock free from the restricting shorts until it stood out rigidly distended and throbbing with desire in the warm air of the living room.
Her hand was pushing hard against his chest now as she tried to separate herself from his suddenly inhuman strength, and grasping it firmly in his own, he forced it inch by inch down toward his aching cock waiting below. Her blonde head flailing on the back of the couch under his unrelenting kiss suddenly tore itself free with a violent twisting motion and she straightened her neck to completely escape and make him stop.
Bending to the side in an attempt to keep away from his hotly burning lips searching once more for hers, pressing against her cheeks and tickling hotly at her ear, she opened her eyes wide and then she saw it!
She saw his enormous thick penis protruding from the open fly of his pants, a wild dark tangle of pubic hair surrounding its base. It was standing up toward her fascinated and horrified eyes like an obscene monument carved from hard rubbery flesh, a monument to raw animal lust. Dark swollen veins ribbed its circumference like pulsing serpents and its blood-swollen tip seemed to stare up bulbously at her with glistening tears of seminal fluid in the corner of its tiny eye.
His lust-engorged cock had seemed to undulate menacingly like a cobra under her gaze as David continued forcing her hand closer and closer to the loose skin below the tightly stretched foreskin, and then she abruptly lost the strength to resist any more and with a sudden downward movement her fingers touched it.
Violent waves of ecstasy ran through David's body like currents of high voltage electricity at the first momentary contact with his hotly pulsing rod of flesh, and he dimly heard her gasp from the sudden heat emanating from his swollen hardness into the open palm of her hand. He could feel her summoning all of her reserve strength for a final desperate struggle and he clasped his fingers around hers, jerking them quickly up and down on his rigidly quivering shaft. At the same time he rammed his middle finger still embedded in her cunt on up to the second knuckle, feeling the soft inner walls of her tightly constricted vagina give way to his brutal pressure, and then the flood dammed up for so long inside him broke loose. The combined erotic effects of feeling her wetly throbbing pussy pulsing and clasping warmly around his finger and her own fingers pressed around his now sporadically jerking cock was too much for him to take. He groaned out loud and pressed her once again resisting hand all the way down into his exploding balls hidden beneath.
Angela had gradually broken the mesmerized feeling of shock and was now pulling with all her remaining strength to free her hand, half rising from the cushion of the couch to escape his painfully impaling finger twirling frantically inside the narrow confines of her moist young cunt, and she watched with unbelieving eyes as his cock grew and then burst like a broken pipeline.
Again and again he thrust his erupting loins upward against her trapped hand as the white-hot semen began spurting lewdly up into the air from the huge bulbous head of his cock. To the inexperienced young blonde, it seemed as if it would keep pumping out the sticky white cum for an eternity, covering his shirt-front and both of their tangled hands with burning wetness, but then finally David seemed to collapse into moaning unconsciousness on the couch. His hands had by now lost all their ability to hold her any longer against her will, and she withdrew her hand from his rapidly deflating cock with a feeling of mingled curiosity and horror. She had never so much as seen a man's naked penis before that night, and never in her wildest imaginings had she thought his release would be such an earth-shattering experience for him. But she had thought she would never be able to forgive him for submitting her to such a lewd and obscene experience as that had been.
She had no more difficulty then in escaping the cruelly penetrating finger he had so savagely shoved into her defenseless vagina, a slight wet popping noise coming to her ears as she pulled away from it and stood up in front of the couch. The depraved picture he made as he lay in utter exhaustion alone on the couch with his limp, now useless penis hanging out of his open fly was almost too much for her to bear. She felt the tears begin welling up inside and with a deeply felt sob expressing her sense of total degradation at the hands of this man she had hoped someday to marry, she ran blindly into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
Angela had cried openly in front of the mirror for a long time, seeing through blurred vision her tears of humiliation and shame streaming down into the corners of her mouth distorted by her self-pity and sorrow. David had knocked repeatedly at the door and begged in a low, contrite voice for her to open it and let him placate and soothe her hurt feelings, but she had refused without even answering his pleas until finally she had heard him sigh heavily and go away. Long after the door of the apartment had closed behind him, she remained fixed in front of the mirror as though paralyzed except for her contorted face, wishing she had never heard of David Martin, or New York City, or alcoholic drinks.
That night the phone had rung over and over again as the young insurance man tried unsuccessfully to reach her, until finally she had taken it off the hook in between his calls and had fallen into an almost drugged sleep, dreaming nightmares of being raped by dozens of different men, all with the face of David.
She recalled now in the nightclub, as she saw him leave the insolent couple he had been speaking with, that it had been two or three weeks after that incident before she would finally relent and see him again. In the meantime, she had gone over the whole thing in her mind a thousand times, trying to sort out by herself what she should do. She had finally decided that the sexual urges he felt so strongly were after all perfectly normal, even if he had once lost all his self-control and coerced her into participating unwillingly in a perverse pre-marital act. She had had to admit to herself that no matter who she finally married, she would have to submit to him in ways she could not even bear to think of at that moment. And David was, in every other important way, the most suitable man she had met.
Besides, she mused as David took the last few steps returning to join her at their table, she had found him appealing and attractive from that first moment she had met him, though she was not fully aware then of her own potentially passionate nature. That horrible night in her apartment when he had used her to get his own satisfaction, she finally decided, she had learned of her own previously untapped hunger for a man. She was lucky that he had not been a completely unfeeling brute who would have gone on and raped her on the spot. And after that, she concluded to herself, he had always behaved as she wanted him to until they were finally married. Then he had taken his time and gently broken her into enjoying normal sex, only rarely trying to persuade her into doing something strange and obscene like the time he had tried to get her to put her mouth on his penis. But she had been firm with him about that and other things, and he had stopped his vain attempts altogether about six months ago.
As she watched her husband smiling in her direction and then once again sitting down opposite her at the table, Angela had a passing thought that he might be somehow disappointed in her sexually, but quickly whisked the thought away, unable to admit the possibility that her David might not be able to do without odd and perverse varieties of sexual experience in bed.
She noticed with relief that the red-faced man had stopped staring at her now that David had spoken with him.
"What did he have to say?" she asked her husband with pride and warmth in her voice when he had sat down.
"Just a case of mistaken identity, that's all," he lied to her. "He claims he thought you were the wife of a customer of his, and he wondered what you were doing with a strange man."
"The nerve!" she exclaimed, blushing in spite of herself. "Do I look like that kind of a woman?" she asked earnestly.
"No," David laughed. "But you look like the kind of woman a lot of men would like to get their hands on, honey. You see why I'm so lucky to have you," he added in a more serious tone. "Now let's forget about all that nonsense and enjoy our evening out together," he said in a falsely cheery voice as he lifted his glass and saluted her before finishing it off.
Angela thought she saw a thin veil of worry pass over his features for a split second, but then he was jovial and light-hearted again, and she decided it had been her imagination.
The waiter had just brought a flaming baked Alaska to them with a great flourish, when the lights dimmed slightly around them and then the many colored spots focused on the tiny stage came on. Unnoticed by them, a small orchestra had taken their places just behind the stage, and now they began a soft slow melody as the emcee walked into the center of the lighted circle and began the welcoming banter designed to warm up the still noisy audience.
As they ate their dessert and drank cold bubbly champagne served to them on the house in honor of their anniversary, Angela and David paid little attention to what the emcee said and did. Then the orchestra gave a short fanfare, and they looked up to see who was coming to stage center.
It was the red-haired woman from the next table!
She seemed to be well known to many of the other people in the club, and she made several bows and threw kisses into the audience while they applauded softly but at length.
David was almost as surprised as Angela when he looked up and saw Jeanette on the stage. He had heard it said that she was once a famous singer before becoming Harvey Sears' mistress, but he had not paid much attention to the talk. She seemed to really come to life under the lights, and he now saw that she was still a handsome and voluptuous woman in spite of the barely visible worry lines on her face. Probably she had led a pretty hard life until recently, he was thinking.
Then, as if she sensed the young insurance man looking closely at her, the redhead looked directly toward him, a lewdly sensual smile playing over her lips, and lifting one shoulder almost to her chin in an enticing gesture, she openly gave him a slow, deliberate wink.
"Well!" Angela said as the orchestra began playing the introduction. She stared at David's blushing face as if he were somehow to blame for the embarrassing giggles rippling around them. Then she decided it was all part of the entertainer's act, and she looked back at the woman now beginning to sing.
It was a torch song about a woman who felt overcome by a fever every time she thought of a certain man. Jeanette Sawyer almost spoke the song, appearing to believe every word and to actually live out what she was saying before their very eyes. She was slinking and writhing in an almost indecently suggestive manner all around the stage, her face contorted into a sultry mask of frustrated desire. She finished the first part of the song and then kept moving in a more and more seductive manner as the orchestra went on without her, running her hands down her widely flaring hips and breathing heavily into the tiny microphone hanging down between her voluptuous, partly exposed breasts. Just as she arrived at a point nearest to where Angela was sitting with her husband, Jeanette opened her eyes wide and, looking directly at
David, spoke the words in a hot, torrid breathless voice.
"You give me fever!" she half-sang, half-chanted with a fervor that seemed to shake her whole body. Then she began repeating the word "fever" over and over again, still looking into David's spellbound eyes, and swaying and writhing sensually in front of him for everyone to see.
Angela had never been so mortified in her life. How anyone, even a professional entertainer, could act so sluttish in public was more than she would ever be able to comprehend. And David was looking back at her as if he found her as mesmerizing as a dangerously weaving snake!
At the end of the song, Jeanette Sawyer wrapped her arms around her ripely rounded breasts and shuddered as if suffering the throes of a thwarted desire, and then the song was over, the audience applauding with gusto as she bowed, revealing even more of her already nearly naked breasts.
"She's pretty good, isn't she?" David asked in an innocent voice as he returned his attention to his food.
But Angela wasn't listening to him. She had happened to look in Harvey Sears' direction near the end of the performance, and she was still stunned beyond belief by what he had done. Knowing that everyone else's attention would be riveted to the stage, he had fixed Angela with a malicious, sly grin and winked at her, at the same time licking his thick lips with such obviously lewd relish that it had nearly taken her breath away. Never had she seen such a lurid display of wickedness directed at her, and it made her feel cheap and sordid like a two-dollar street whore.
Despite all of David's protests, Angela insisted after that that she wanted to go straight home. She wouldn't explain, knowing it could only cause trouble again, and she resisted all attempts to change her mind, looking downcast at her plate until the check was brought and paid.
That night she did finally let David make love to her after they went to bed, partly because it was their anniversary, and partly because he was so passionately insistent. But all through the tender attentions he was paying to her reluctantly responding body, no matter how much she tried she could not get that unknown man's ugly, grinning leer out of her mind. It seemed to be burned into her brain like a brand, and when she moaned out her orgasm which David slaved so hard to bring her to, it was that horribly obscene face which seemed to be hovering over her as she shuddered her completion beneath her husband.