Not wanting to postpone leaving any longer, the tiny curvaceous blonde quickly rose from the table and walked out of the salon, without waiting for McHenry to follow. She hurried into the anteroom where the doorman was still standing by the entranceway. Lynn started to smile sympathetically at the man, imagining how degraded the man must feel after working for all these perverted and depraved people, but then she noticed that, though he was looking straight at her, he had no idea of the expression on her face. Instead, his beady eyes were blatantly tracing the contours of her ripe, well-rounded body under the clinging black dress she wore. Blushing furiously at the man's insolent inspection of her generously curved form, Lynn frantically searched the room for the door to the coat closet, planning to leave with or without George McHenry, but the dark blue plush on the walls camouflaged the edges of the cloak room, wherever it was. After enduring the doorman's penetrating surveyance for another humiliating minute, she turned to face him again, her blue eyes dark with anger.
"Would you mind terribly getting my coat, please!" she snapped impatiently, wondering what McHenry was doing all this time. The short, hefty doorman completely ignored her angry demand, however, and continued to lounge by the front door, completely motionless, except for his gleaming eyes which were measuring every part of her lush, young body.
The doorman knew why Mr. McHenry brought these young girls to the club and, no matter what he said about the girls becoming members when their husbands got promoted, Bert had never seen any of the girls more than one or two times, and he never saw their husbands at all. So, he couldn't see any good reason to jump just because this one snapped her fingers. Chances are, she would never come back again and besides, it was more fun just looking at her. He always had enjoyed Mr. McHenry's taste in women.
Mortified and incensed by the doorman's obliviousness to anything but her body, Lynn was just about to walk out of the club and travel the short distance to her home without her coat when McHenry appeared in the doorway to the salon, accompanied by a tall, strikingly-beautiful woman who looked about forty years old. Lynn thought she might have seen her before, at one of the company cocktail parties, and while McHenry and the woman had their heads bent together in whispered conversation, Lynn had the opportunity to study her more closely. At first, the petite blonde admired the masses of gleaming auburn hair piled elegantly on the woman's head and her long, slinky gown of shiny emerald green satin, but then suddenly, Lynn remembered where she had seen the redhead before – she was the very same woman who had apparently been making love astride some unknown man only a few minutes ago, right in front of everyone in the club! Repulsed by even the nearness of such a loose woman, Lynn turned away, cynically thinking that George McHenry was probably making a date with his companion for later on that evening.
Curious about what sort of person would act so wanton and uninhibited before a group of virtual strangers – for she was certain that the redhead had no real connection with the Executive Club – Lynn glanced back to steal another look at the woman. At that moment, the statuesque beauty looked up and her green eyes locked for a moment with the gaze of the small lovely blonde who stood only a few yards away. The strange woman stared at her with a look so cool and dispassionate, yet so penetrating, that Lynn almost felt like she was in a doctor's office being examined for some disease. But, before she could become annoyed at the redhead's interest in her face and figure, Lynn realized that she had turned back to her conversation with McHenry. Lynn saw her smile and nod approvingly at something the man said before she disappeared back into the darkened salon where the staged drama was still in progress.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting, my dear," McHenry said as he hurried toward her. "I just wanted to have a little chat with my wife before I left. I would have introduced you two, but Marian was in quite a hurry to get back and see the rest of the floor show. She seems to be enjoying it a little more than you did, but then Marian always was a very enthusiastic woman."
"Your w-wife?" Lynn stammered feebly, wondering if the woman had seen her and McHenry dancing right before the show, when he had been so obscenely grinding his body against hers. Then, just as quickly, Lynn remembered that Ed's boss must have seen his wife making love to that other man; she was right in front of the stage and it would have been impossible to miss her. Despite the disgust she had felt toward him earlier, Lynn experienced a momentary twinge of pity for the man for having to witness such a terrible sight. "I… I didn't know she was here… Is there anything?… I mean, why didn't your wife come and sit with us tonight? I would like to meet her."
"Oh, don't worry, you'll meet her. As a matter of fact, she mentioned something about our getting together very soon with you and Ed… something about hoping that Ed's as attractive as you are…" McHenry was unable to hold back a grin at the shocked expression on her pretty face, and he mischievously added, "Marian's really very friendly. She just wanted to get back to her friends."
"Oh, yeah," Lynn said vacantly, forgetting her manners in the strangeness of the whole situation. He didn't even seem upset by what his wife had done and Mrs. McHenry hadn't looked jealous at all, even though she must have suspected her husband's intentions toward his young guest. The whole thing was just too crazy for her to comprehend it, Lynn finally decided, and she would just have to talk to Ed about it when she arrived home.
"Well, shall we go, my dear?" McHenry said, breaking into her thoughts. She looked up and saw that he already wore his heavy overcoat and had moved closer to the door.
"But my coat!"
"It's right behind you," George said with a chuckle. "Our Bert never lets anyone get a chance to ask for anything around here. In fact, he sometimes hands me my coat before I think I'm ready to leave. He always knows when I've had enough."
Lynn looked over her shoulder and saw with amazement that the doorman was standing behind her, holding her coat open for her to slip into, a wide, salacious grin etched on his pudgy features. Was this the same man who couldn't be bothered to find her coat when she asked him? the blonde wondered to herself, annoyed that the doorman had very clearly showed her the lack of status she, a nonmember, had around the Executive Club.
Lynn slid her arms into the coat and pulled it up onto her slim shoulders, coldly shrugging away the doorman's attempts to help her. Without even pausing to button it up against the bitter weather outside, the tiny housewife stalked away toward the door, tossing a deliberately icy "Thank you so much, Bert," back over her shoulder.
"Oh, don't mention it, madam," the cockily grinning doorman shot back, his voice smooth as oil. "It will be a pleasure serving you when you and your husband are regular members. I hope we see you again soon."
Lynn fumed silently at the sarcastic sound of the man's voice and she silently swore, as she passed through the door McHenry held open for her, that she would never enter this place again unless she had Ed to protect her. And she was pretty certain that, once she told him about what had happened, Ed wouldn't want to go here either, no matter how important it was to his career. Not all executives wanted wives like Marian McHenry!