CHAPTER THREE
It was almost 9:00PM when Julie Moore finally left Philip Randolph's gallery, having been wined and dined by the amorous older man. She felt very precious and cared for, it had been a long time since any man had paid her that kind of attention and she liked it. Occasionally she and Randy went out for dinner but mostly along with several of their friends, nothing romantic or candlelit for them. On odd occasions her closest friend David would take her out for dinner when Randy was out of town but they were really like brother and sister, although at times Julie had suspected David of being secretly in love with her and desirous of her body. She had never allowed that possibility to manifest however, and good friends they had always remained.
Now Philip Randolph was turning out to be something entirely different, a man of culture and refinement he really knew how to treat a woman. She was no longer angry with him for having trapped her into making love with him… in truth she was having too good of a time, it had been too long since she had felt cared for and she really liked it.
She knew that Philip had just separated from his wife and from the number of telephone calls he had received that night at the gallery, she was well aware that he was in demand. It felt good to be with a man of class and elegance, she liked the feeling it gave her, she was already aware that if Philip wanted to see a lot of her she would readily agree… she would enjoy going to the theater with him, after all, Randy was away so much of the time he could hardly resent her having a little fun, especially with owner of the gallery that would give her her first one-woman show in New York City.
Philip had put her in a cab and given the cabby five dollars, ample money to see her home. She was surprised as she pulled her in front of the studio to see that the lights were all on. She had left earlier when it was light and she hadn't left the lights on… could it be possible that Randy was home? He wasn't supposed to be home for a few days! Well, hopefully it was him, she prayed that it wasn't a burglar!
She let herself into her studio cautiously and was immediately relieved to see Randy sitting in a chair reading some manuscripts.
"Oh, so you're home," he said a little coldly.
"Yes Randy, surprise, surprise, didn't expect you for a few days," she replied with equal distance.
"Where have you been?" he demanded, exercising his husbandly rights.
"I had dinner with Philip Randolph, the owner of the Argon Gallery."
"How cozy," Randy replied sarcastically.
Well… thought Julie to herself, everything is true to form, Randy is his usual weird self and I'm reacting in my patterned responsive way… so well, what else is new.
"How did your trip go?" she asked curiously.
"Great… great, got Sam Smithers a fabulous contract with Universal Studios, quite a break for him. They loved the script… that means I get my cut and maybe can buy a new car. I'm sick of that beat-up old piece of junk!"
"What kind of car were you thinking of Randy?"
"A Porsche… what else?"
Julie felt sick when she thought of how stingy her husband was with her, never really giving her any money for clothes or fun and yet the first bit of cash he got, he was going to spend it all on himself, a Porsche was one of the more expensive toys on the market. She would be really happy when her artwork really began to sell, at least then she wouldn't have to rely on him so much.
Suddenly Philip's remarks from earlier on in the evening began to float back into her mind… Al Cortini said he had seen Randy on more than one occasion in a Nude Club with various women… just how true could that be, Julie mused to herself. Certainly she and Randy were not having the greatest time in the whole world together, was he fucking other women? She started a little when she thought of this and realized how jealous it made her, she knew that she had allowed Philip to fuck her earlier on because she had felt in some way that she was getting her own back at Randy. Not that she hadn't ended up enjoying herself, however, and not that she wouldn't allow him to fuck her again… still, she would really like to know what was going on with Randy and yet she dared not confront him with the situation.
Julie was in truth a little afraid of Randy, he had a violent temper that she hadn't really discovered until after they were married, not that her mother hadn't warned her. People with red hair have bad tempers, she had told her but Julie had only laughed it off saying that Randy was an angel. How wrong I was, she mused now. She looked across at her husband slyly… not that he isn't handsome, she thought and not that he doesn't have a great body… it's just that he's so strange and distant these days.
Julie changed into a comfortable flowing caftan that buttoned down the front, it was slightly diaphanous so that when she passed underneath the light her beautiful form could be seen through it. She was still drenched in the powerful memories of the fucking session she had had with Philip and she had worn her caftan instinctively not thinking of the effect it would have on Randy.
For an instant, as Randy looked at Julie, he felt desire flooding his body. He took in the curve of her upthrust breasts and the long, svelte line of her tapering thighs. Christ! He felt horny, he was surprised too, it had only been an hour since he had stashed his latest girlfriend in the Chelsea Hotel, having fucked her almost to death as soon as they hit the room. I wonder if I could get it up again, he mused.
Randy Moore was pretty proud of himself, for the past year he had managed to have a series of mistresses without his wife having the slightest idea of what was going on. He had covered his tracks pretty well so far and had no reason to feel paranoid or nervous. It wasn't that Julie wasn't one hell of a beautiful woman, it was just that she was so wrapped up in her art work she didn't remember to have fun. Randy had discovered after their marriage that Julie liked to go to bed early and rise early, she liked the morning light for painting. She didn't particularly like to drink or to go into bars, both of which were a favorite pastime of his. Suddenly, after their marriage, he had realized that they were quite different… he liked good-time girls and although he appreciated all of Julie's wonderful virtues or still desired a woman with a little more worldliness. He liked what society would call "bad women" they really knew how to please a man!
Now however as he looked at Julie he couldn't help but feel aroused, it seemed to him that she was challenging him as she stood under the light, the soft curve of her hips blending into the longer line of her thighs, her legs spread slightly in an almost combative stance. He didn't know why but he sensed that Julie was brooding over something, she was angry with him about something he knew, yet even in her defiance she was desirable. He felt the familiar stirrings of his blood-engorged penis and he knew that he wanted to take her! He stood up quickly and grabbing Julie, enfolded her in his arms, quickly sliding his hands down her back to the rounded fullness of her buttocks.
Julie didn't know what was happening to her but the moment that Randy touched her she went rigid. She felt the hard bulge of his erection against the warm flesh of her loins and she was repulsed. She had never felt quite like this before when Randy had touched her but now with the memory of Philip's cock still inside her and the knowledge that perhaps Randy was double-crossing her, she felt totally unresponsive to his caresses.
"Leave me alone Randy," she cried out.