"You know a swinger. You dig women? It might be nice if you and I and Dora could get together some time… you know, a little dope, some good cognac, maybe some cocaine…"
"What?" The incredulous blonde was on her buttocks now, sitting up straight. She wiped a smear of mascara that shadowed her lower eye lid. Maybe she hadn't beard right. "Maybe I'm really naive, but I don't know…" Then it hit like a brick in face. "You mean…? No, now wait a minute. You think I'm going to make it with another woman and you at the same time?"
"Hey, come on. Don't be so ignorant. Man, this is California… twentieth century and all that. Bisexuality is where it's at, Julie."
"Bullshit!" she screamed, reaching for her clothes.
CHAPTER SIX
Just as expected, Roy was not at home and when Julie got inside of the apartment and discovered that many of his clothes were missing, she realized he must be staying in his studio over on Mission Street. It was sad being in that apartment alone where many of the plants were wilting from lack of water; the rooms were stuffy and close as if no one had lived there for a week.
Julie shuddered as she sank into the familiar over-stuffed chair, recalling how she had given into Don's attack, sighing shamefully but blissfully when he had finally made her spread her legs even wider, and had shoved his hard rubbery cock full into the fleshy lips of her tortured cunt. She had groaned in pain, but the pain was nothing compared to the incredible need she had felt to have his entire cock completely filling her sensitive pussy to the brim.
She remembered crying out loudly, screaming at the top of her lungs when his lewd cock plunged into her, again and again, hurting until it felt so good she thought she would pass out from pleasure. Nothing she had ever felt with Roy could even approach what she had gone through that day and the knowledge of this disturbed her greatly.
This afternoon had been beautiful… up to a point. Slumped in the chair, her mind teemed with thoughts she could only face in the privacy of familiar surroundings.
Oh, life was so complicated. How could you tell what people were really like? Bisexual… hummph! How could he have even asked her if she would make love to another woman? And worse still, it was probably his old girl friend he wanted her to make lesbian love to. How could anybody ask that of her? And, too, how could she have felt such pleasure with someone she didn't even love? It was against human nature, against all emotional standard she'd set for herself.
In all truthfulness, when Don's thick cock had sunk deep into her belly, she had hoped that she would die that very moment with the fabulous sensation of ecstasy still swirling madly within her aching loins. And the strangest thing of all was that she began to cum immediately! The orgasm built on its own without help from her! Instead of fighting for it, praying for it, the way she did with Roy, it had come of its own accord, with no effort other than the one smooth stroke into her fiery cunt!
Why did he have to ruin it? Julie sobbed in the chair as she recalled how it had been. "Oh, I'm lost!" she murmured.
From that humiliating moment on, she had been nothing but a tool for Don's lust, cumming again and again as the passivity of her position brought out a kind of masochistic pleasure in her, turning degradation into a fervent desire.
She would never be the same again… never! She had let him do whatever he wanted with her and, instead of defending her honor after his lewd suggestion that she make love to he and Dora, she had passively slipped on her clothes. Had she been the woman she should have been, she would have slapped his face again. To even think that he would expect that of her…
Julie pulled the afghan from off the back of the chair and spread it over her lap. The fog was heavy now at seven o'clock and the open living room window made the cold draft unbearable, but she refused to close it, choosing instead to ignore it, not feel it… just as she was doing with her emotions. She wanted to shrivel up and disappear right then and there.
If only she hadn't caught Roy with that, that girl, then none of this would have happened. Perhaps she had responded too quickly by moving out on him and giving him no chance at explanation. It could be a stage he was going through, another "bender" as he called it. Individuals were allowed that freedom, weren't they? Was it her place to cast judgment on him and leave? Oh, there were too many things to think about… to many angles to the truth for one lonely woman to decipher.
Later, she thought of packing up her clothes, the memorabilia of two years with Roy, and the household things, but decided against it. Lack of strength some might call it, or even character, but to Julie it was a subtle means of delaying the pain of final separation. That, she knew, would take more mental stamina than she could muster at that confused moment.
In the next few days Julie lapsed into another wave of depression that frightened Ertha to the core. Twice Roy had called and twice Ertha had refused to relay the message, telling him that Julie had gone to Bolinas to stay with friends for the week. From her perspective, she was doing Julie a favor. Roy had cheated on her best friend once too many times.
On the third day of watching her best friend refuse meals and fill her gullet with glass after glass of wine, she decided to put her foot down and make some changes. The ethereal shawl of depression was beginning to affect Ertha, too, and in her line of business where conviviality was a number one asset, she couldn't afford the dark moods. Then, too, privacy ran second in her "cottage" business and no man would feel comfortable in the back room, no matter how much incense Ertha burned, if they were greeted by the moping face of Julie laying on the living room sofa like some kind of helpless emotional invalid.
Time for changes. Ertha phoned Joshua and told him the story, emphasizing Julie's sophistication and potential beneficence to the business. And, if plans worked out, Ertha would soon have more customers than she could handle. Men were flocking to her door demanding, with money, some of the sultry woman's talents to help uplift their spirits and iron out the kinks in their backs. And Ertha, in her subtle manner, helped put them at ease with the talents of her finger tips. Occasionally one would become too aggressive, demanding sex with her, but all it took was a little coaxing to convince the man that his hand would bring the same results as her vagina. With the handsome ones it was different, for Ertha enjoyed sex and made no excuses for it. But above all, she was a business woman who was dedicated to the ideal that women need not prostitute themselves to the streets or an office job to create a generous living. No, Ertha could do it all at home… and Julie could, too, if put on the right track.
Joshua conceded to start Julie out with lessons, though Ertha didn't explain it to Julie that way. They were sitting at the kitchen table when Ertha brought up the subject.
"Remember Joshua?"
Julie took another sip of her coffee. "Yes, I think so…"
"What did you think of him?"
"Okay."
"He wants to take you out. Would you go?"
"Uh."
"Don't be so enthusiastic!" tutted Ertha lightheartedly.
Julie chewed on her lower lip. "In the end they all want the same thing anyway. Doesn't matter what he looks like."
Ertha's chocolate eyes rolled to the side and she spoke to an imaginary character across the table from her: "Would you listen to her?" she pointed at Julie, then laughed. "Hey, come on, Joshua's a nice guy. I think you'd benefit from going out with him." She stared enduringly at her friend. "Why not?"
Why not? The words resounded in Julie's head. She remembered Don and what had happened with him, and as her mind recoiled from the recollection, her body recalled in vivid detail and she felt a surging thrill race through her body.