"I'm there! I'm there!" she called into the darkness as the acute sensations reached their impossible heights. Body trembling and glistening with perspiration, Helen hovered at the peak of her pleasure and then fell back, plunged into the dark unconsciousness of oblivion.
It was hours later when the exhausted wife awoke to find herself trembling with cold, still lying on the sofa. The gray light of dawn was filtering in through the sheer curtains of the living room.
Mortification and guilt struck her and clung like a heavy fog as she looked at the obscene object that lay beside the couch. With a gasp of horror, Helen jumped up and tried to clean off the statue. She did the best she could at the moment and then hid the thing in a far corner of the cupboard. Trembling with shame and cold, Helen ran into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom she shared with her husband. She stood under the hot shower for as long as she could, and then total fatigue, both physical and mental, made her stagger out, dry herself and cover up with a thick terry-cloth robe. The bedroom had a depressing look about it as, still clad in her robe, Helen got in beside the lump that was her sleeping husband. She refrained from touching him as she fell into a restless sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hello, Stan! This is Helen Randolph… I… What? Oh Goddamned answering service! Tell Stan I need an extra appointment this week. Yes, tell him I'm coming today whether he likes it or not!" Helen slammed down the telephone and went to her mirror again. Her nervous fingers moved through her hair as she tried to cope with the facts of the night before. "This is it!" she said to herself. "I can't take any more. Something has to give!"
"Yes, this will do fine!" Adam Randolph was extremely pleased. The apartment was very close to the campus of the university. In fact, it was one of several off-campus buildings owned by the university. This proximity would make it simple for him to continue his teaching while he began the new work that would make him famous.
"Sexual Research Foundation." The words sounded just right in the interior of Adam's head as he signed the papers stating that he would rent the apartment for the next two years. Yes, in only one year's time, Adam knew that he would have moved on to bigger and better spaces, but meanwhile, this would do just fine.
"I'll be using the place for my research," Adam told the superintendent who was in charge of rentals.
"Certainly," the super said, feeling proud that he was renting to one of the profs at the university. Much better than the usual rowdy students up there smoking dope and carrying on. It would lift the reputation of the place a bit, he thought to himself as he accepted the one month's rent for deposit, and two month's rent in advance from Dr. Adam Randolph. He looked at the signature on the check and then pocketed it with a little smile of satisfaction.
"Just let me know when you'll be moving in," he said.
"Why, immediately! If not sooner!" Adam replied, massaging his hands as he thought of the young waitress up at the College Cafe. What a fine subject she was going to make!
It was three days later, and Susi stood pouting at the angle of the counter, her mind a million miles away. God, if she could only get out of there. Did she dare to say she wasn't feeling well. She could tell Mort, the boss, that she had a headache. But she'd already done that last week. She would have to wait at least another week before she could try again. Already Mort seemed displeased with her. Well, what did he expect? Did have to act as if the damned College Cafe was her whole life? Even though she spent so many hours working there, Susi wasn't about to think about it as having anything to do with her real self!
"Creep!" she said, mentally noting that Mort was looking out from the office door in the back, seeing that there were already two customers waiting at her station while she stood ignoring them. "What a colossal bore!" she thought, casting a glance in the glass roll box which allowed her to see a reflection of her pretty baby doll features highlighted by the bright lights in the cafe. Her wide blue eyes looked as if she had never had a wicked thought in her life. In fact she had had a few, but so far most of her wicked actions had been confined to generally making her admiring boyfriends' lives miserable.
With a walk that told a great deal about how cute Susi thought she was, the eighteen year old waitress ambled over to the first customer, the one nearest her. The other seemed to be gesticulating, indicating that he had arrived first, but Susi kept her eyes carefully away from his. She'd wait on the closest first, and that was that! Let Mort, the manager, crap in the back room if he saw. Let him fire her! Tonight she couldn't care less. Susi held her pad poised, the little pencil was already circling doodles on the sheet of paper. "Yes?" she inquired.
"Good evening, Susi," Professor Adam Randolph smiled and cleared his throat. "This evening I'll have a cup of the Minestrone soup. Is it good? Do you recommend it?"
"Sure! The chef made it up fresh this afternoon!" Susi said. She liked Professor Randolph. He came in almost every evening, making his little jokes. It was better than the dull simps and the weirdoes and the wise-acre students who thought that they were something because they were at the university and she wasn't.
Susi turned and gave one of her little wiggles, knowing that Professor Randolph would appreciate the splendid curvature of her un-pantied ass-cheeks. The nylon slip that she wore under the white nylon uniform allowed the clear outline of them to show, including the split of her curvy buttocks. Then she went to the soup shelf, took down a can of Minestrone and opened it, then put it in the special soup heater. She turned and winked at Professor Randolph as it got hot. He was really cute, she decided, with his gray hair and his brief-case. She'd heard some of the kids talking about him too and had learned that he was a hard, but a good teacher. They always sounded a little bit in awe of him, whereas she was on really friendly terms with him. It made her feel good. She turned back to the machine and poured the hot soup into a bowl, her other hand already reaching for the little pack of Saltine crackers that would be served with it.
Susi wondered if her boyfriend Ben was really going to meet her that night like he'd said. He'd want to make love to her later on, that was for sure, and Susi wasn't sure she wanted him to. Make him wait a little? Instead, maybe when she got home she'd call up somebody who wasn't expecting to hear from her, and go over and fuck all night long. That might be more fun, she decided, for Susi wasn't a girl to do things in any ordered way. The more she confused her lovers and drove them out of their minds, the happier she seemed to be.
Don't let them count on anything! That was one of her little mottoes, and stuck to it pretty well, never becoming terribly emotionally involved with anyone while at the same time stringing as many people along as she could.