As soon as I see my damned husband to talk to him, she thought to herself, realizing it had been weeks since they'd spent so much as an hour together. As it was, he'd been out at the Dunlap house from nine in the morning until late at night, leaving no time for settling accounts with the bank.
"De banks takes de money from me to pay for de house and I take de money from you to pay de bank." Hansen chuckled sarcastically, then his blue orbs sparkled. "But I can think of a better way to take care of dis business."
"Oh…?" Sybil sparkled with hope. Maybe they could prorate the rent, or pay two months at once? If she doubled her alterations, which she could easily do, she could make at least seventy-five dollars a week. It wasn't much, but it would help.
"Yes… I could have you pay me in another way." He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair.
"Oh… Do you have some mending… or…?"
"No. I'm talking about going to bed with you!"
Unbelieving, Sybil stared at him for an instant. "You said… in bed..? You mean…?"
"Dat's right…"
"No! I couldn't do that!"
Mr. Hansen's Norwegian fair-skin reddened with rage. "Okay, you won't go to bed with me, I'll have to ask you to leave dis house! Dis instant!" He pounded his fist on the arm chair.
Sybil spat back at him. "Never on my dead body!"
"Den tomorrow you'll get your eviction papers… unless you change your mind."
Sid steered his blue Chevy-II into the Phillips gas station two blocks from the turnoff to the Dunlap mansion, and turned off the engine when he drew up to the gas pump. Rolling down the window, he yelled to the station attendant whom he'd gotten to know over the past six weeks of tutoring at the decadent Dunlap sisters. "Fill 'er up, Ed!" he barked, then let out a deep sigh of fatigue. Six weeks of making love to two insatiable girls was taking a toll on his physical well being. Muscles he didn't even know he had, ached.
Ed offered an apologetic grin and with a gentle shake of his head, "I'm sorry, Sid, but the boss got the word from the bank. No more credit."
Sid stiffened. Wasn't listening to his wife nag and bitch about his irresponsibility with money insult enough? What was this, a conspiracy? His temper reared its ugly head. "What are you talking about, Ed? I thought we were friends?" Angrily, he stuffed his wallet back in his pocket and turned on the ignition. "Fine… that's just fine!" he spat. "I'll take my business somewhere else."
Ed shrugged and threw up his hands. "Sorry, pal… but I ain't the boss…"
The Chevy's tires crunched on the shoulder gravel of the driveway leading to the Dunlaps' sumptuous grounds while its driver steamed and seethed. Just when everything seemed to be going his way… at last… the world seemed to turn against him. Why?
The answer hit him between the eyes like a single bullet, and he threw back his head, slapping his forehead and wincing. Christ! It's the first of the month already. Rent… credit cards. Damn! I've been working for the Dunlaps for nearly two months and I haven't been paid yet. Shit, no wonder Sybil's been on my ass about the rent! Worse: oh, Jesus we haven't even gotten to Lesson Five yet.
True. The threesome had been frolicking like monkeys on a warm summer's day, forgetting about time, thinking only of pleasure. The only French the girls knew, was "would you like to go to bed with me", "fuck", "screw", and other expletives that Mr. Dunlap wouldn't be pleased to hear… nor would their school teacher in sophisticated Paris.
Sid did some quick soul searching in the moments it took to park his car in the service area and gather up his brief case and books. He'd always been this way – dreamy, moody, forgetting about Cub Scout meetings when he was a child, late with his newspaper route. Only now he was indulging in the unreality of making love to a pair of girls half his age! Reality, cold and sharp was edging its way into the idealism of his windfallen luck.
Mad at the station attendant for his blatant insolence, and mad at himself for his spaced-out lassitude, he headed for the back door of the Dunlaps' house, determined to set things right. Today there would be no playing around in the study, no drawing straws for who got which end of the tutor. No funny stuff – just straight knuckle-cracking studying. Business had to be taken care of NOW!
Sid's knuckles were white from knocking on the door when it opened to a half naked June.
"Hi there!" she said with feigned sophistication, offering him a Bloody Mary with one hand while guiding him into the hallway with the other. "You're just in time for our going away party. Come on… there's lots of people here you'll like."
Sid's forehead furrowed and he spun June around with a force that sent her drink splashing to the carpet. "What's wrong with you? Don't you realize how much work we've got left… Christ, you girls haven't studied more than fifteen minutes since I've been here. What the hell is your father going to say…? And besides that, little girl, I'm depending on this gig for money – now maybe that doesn't mean anything to you, but…"
June's eyes became narrow slits, though she tried to conceal her own rage at his clumsiness spilling her drink all over the carpet and yelling loud enough for her friends in the next room to hear. She drew in a deep breath, making her breasts swell out. "Now are you going to be a gentleman and come meet my friends, or will I have to tell Daddy that Sid gets a C…" Coquettishly, she pooched out her lips and stood on tip-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Sid melted, and let her slip her arm through his and lead him into the room.
The first guest Sid saw was George, a man of about thirty. Sid could see that he exuded a kind of magnetic sexuality and overpowering maleness. Stark naked with a drink in his hand, he cheerfully ushered Sid in. His prick lay semi-erect, dangling down under his belly, and Sid could tell that he was well hung. Sid was far more interested in Sharon, a rather petite, dark-haired girl who wasn't older than June. Her pert breasts jutted out in greeting… creamy rounded orbs, her dark pubic triangle a striking contrast to the ivory of her skin. She was tailing animatedly with May, and June engaged in quiet conversation with George. The girls were almost naked – only a terry swim robe covering their perfect flesh.
"Why don't you have a drink, Sid… and then perhaps you'd like to learn something by watching!" May suggested. Hoping that he wouldn't miss anything, but still shockingly dumbfounded by the blatant decadence of these two wealthy girls, Sid sat down in a chair in the corner, feeling ill at ease being the only clothed person in the room.
Sipping his drink he watched intently the two sisters as with mature sophistication they replenished drinks for their guests – all of whom were older than they, with the exception of Sharon. Sixteen and thirteen, he thought, taking another deep sip of his drink. How could a teenager, a mere thirteen year old be so wanton? He recalled then, after the first time he'd been tricked into making love to May, her response to that very question.
She'd lost her virginity, she'd told him, to a man thirty-eight years old. Under some crazy circumstances in Madrid, she'd been left alone in a hotel room and the desk clerk, knowing she was alone, had stolen up the steps to the suite she shared with her parents and taken her by force. Later though, she admitted it "wasn't exactly by force…" some people get drunk from sniffing the cork, and some girls become debauched from one night, philosophized Sid watching with bewilderment as George and Sharon spread a blanket on the floor and were locking together in a tight embrace.
Sharon's slender, manicured hands were wound around the man's neck and Sid could see George's tongue slipping into the girl's receptive mouth. Sid sat up straight in his chair, the sensation that he was dreaming all this craziness pumped in his brain. Being only ten feet away, he could see every nuance and expression on their faces. George's mouth tore away from the passionate fullness of Sharon's lips and began to trail hot, moist kisses down her swanlike neck, sucking voraciously at the tender flesh, leaving a path of raw, red patches in its wake. Her hands were caught desperately in his hair and from her gaping, half-open mouth, it was obvious that she was already terribly excited.