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CHAPTER 11
They spent the day casually perusing the book and each other, coming to two major conclusions; they want to be together and there are a lot of nicer, more interesting places to live than Jersey City.
Shari came to a few conclusions of her own, having met three nice guys at the pizzeria and spending the afternoon in the back seat of one of their cars, making each of them come to some sort of conclusion of their own, as the other two pondered the situation from the front seat.
Connie sat reading “The Story of O,” and watched a delirious Warren. The phone rang. She chose to pick it up and Warren chose not to hear it, his ears muffled, his likely excuse.
“Hello,” she offered.
She recognized Benito’s voice, which said; “What’s new in the picture business?”
She was having such a good day, she had forgotten all about them and said; “Oh, shit. Nothing. I’m sorry. I got busy.”
“I’ll bet. Well, get right over here. I’ve got some things for you to keep busy with.”
“Sounds good. Where are you?”
“At the shop, slave.” He hung up.
A ripple went through her body when he heard that word and Warren’s face got another bit of washing. She gently moved his head away and stood up, saying; “I’m sorry. I gotta go, baby.”
Warren said; “Command performance?”
Connie laughed, shook her head and retorted; “Sounds like.”
She quickly threw on a simple white dress with stenciled red flowers, took her bag and scurried to her car.
At 3:00PM, Mark said he had to go, kissed Allison on the lips and drove his red Corvair to Liberty Lane. This was his lucky day, as before he even had time to park, he saw Connie take her blue Camaro out of the driveway. She drove quickly and made no note of anything, fantasizing about the delectable degradations Benito might have in store for her. Mark followed, watching her drive with one hand on the wheel.
Connie got to the dealership, arriving in broad daylight, with customers and salesmen milling about. Mark parked near her and watched as she put on her accoutrements. She walked through the showroom to Benito’s back office, too excited to notice Mark’s pursuit. She was concentrating on her object of desire and saw him through the large indoor window, sitting at his desk alone. Her excitement increased, seeing that the blinds were rolled up. She walked right in and pulled the dress over her
head, kicked off her shoes and did a slow swaying dance over to him. She got near him and saw that he was ready. Not caring that she was in full view of anyone walking the hallway, she said; “You’re too good to your useless little slave,” moved slowly and fancied herself being watched. When his time approached, Benito said; “Facial.”
She liked feeling so pretty, looked up at the window and got excited to see a bunch of guys laughing and smiling. One of them was Mark, snapping away with his instamatic, but Connie had discontinued looking at faces. Benito said; “You’re the bonus I promised them.” He beckoned and eight employees of the repair shop walked in.
“She needs attention all the time. Can you help her out?”
Connie turned her made up face to one bold guy who obviously liked her and liked him back as the others watched and touched her.
She took her time, loving being the center of attention, for a group of young, smiling and laughing males, at times noticing the curious salesmen and women walking down the hall, lingering at the window, too overwhelmed to make out any particular faces. She was more interested in gazing at the banquet she craved, as Mark shot five rolls of film.
When each was done, she said; “Come on, guys, the day is still young.”
Benito was still seated in his chair and calmly said;
“Where are my fucking pictures?”
“I’m trying my best, master.”
“Well, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that.
You’re not through, you incompetent slave.” He pointed at Tony, a twenty-two year old, swarthy Puerto Rican, his grinning face smiling lewdly through his unshaven brown face. Benito continued, saying; “You’re his slave for the rest of the day.
Tony, make her do everything.”
She went to Tony, who pulled her through the dirty repair shop. She was careful not to skin her knees on the greasy floor, but was also excited to be dirtied and painfully yanked.
He put her in the back seat of his souped-up orange Chevy and drove away.
He parked at a downtown car repair shop and went in. In a minute there were many black and brown faces looking at her through the car window. She smiled at their hardness. Tony opened the door and pulled her out of the car. She was led into the shop’s work area and men grabbed her all over leaving dark smears on her body. Tony stopped her at a chair near a lift, sat down and said; “Wouldn’t you just love it?”
She excitedly said; “Yes.”
He said; “Tell me how much.”
She was pleading as she whispered; “I’ll do anything you want. Please, please, please.”
Tony gave her what she desired and the group watched, eventually each having his turn.
When they were through with her, Tony said; “Okay, pig, go home.”
Connie looked outside at the darkness and was excited to see that she would soon be living her deepest fantasy. She got up and walked through the line of men, being roughly grabbed as she went. Reaching the open garage door she was torn between her hot fantasy and the fear of the cold night air in an area she didn’t know. The fear took over and she walked back in the garage and approached the men, who were now joking and not paying any attention to her. She again got on her dirty knees and said to Tony; “Please take me back to the dealership.”
Tony said; “Why should I?” as his friends looked at her and laughed.
“Because I can’t go out there like this. Please.”
Tony looked around at his friends and said; “Okay, I have an idea.” He pointed at an open chalice and said; “Me and my friends are going to fill this up and if you drink it all, I’ll bring you back.” The men just coldly stared at her.
They didn’t know that Connie was excited at the thought, but she merely said; “Okay,” as if she was repulsed by it and
closed her eyes. She stayed in her position as the bowl was filled. She put her head in and started to drink, as she was called various things.
Connie was not inexperienced, so she was not surprised and settled into the action as the men watched and laughed. She went back to Tony and asked for more. He obliged her, as did the others.
Tony looked at her in amazement. He retrieved a towel, handed it to her and said; “Clean yourself up some before you get in my car.”
She did and followed him back to the car, this time taking a front seat. She leaned over all the way back to the dealership. Tony left her in the car, used his keys to enter the place, got her dress, came back and threw it to her.
She decided not to put it on, only retrieving her car keys from the pocket. She walked back to her car. Tony watched her swaying, smiled and called out; “See you again?”
She turned and slowly ran her tongue around her lips and said; “Any time you want.”
She drove home with one thing on her mind and it was Warren’s pulchritude. She entered the kitchen and found him waiting. She parted her feet, let him kiss her for a minute and then said; “I’m in a different mood today. Someone once said;
‘Do unto others, etc., etc.’ and I’m feeling holy. Let me.....”
Warren pulled her into the family room and said; “Make like you’re in church.” He sat in front of her and gave her the beverage she craved. Connie swallowed and swallowed. When he was through he sat in his chair and said; “Get over here and receive communion.” She opened wide.
When he was through with her, they got more traditional.
Mark had his photos developed and took them home where he found Allison combing her blond hair, still wet from a shower.
He said; “May I?” She nodded; “Yes” and sat on the couch draping one leg over the arm and watched Mark put the photos in a kitchen drawer. He was famished and gently munched his dinner.
When she was though she got up and they reversed positions.
In a minute she had to go to the bathroom, did so and took a look at the photos in the kitchen drawer. She had a number of thoughts. She was annoyed that Mark was around this sort of thing, but knew that if she said anything, he would say it was his job and she didn’t want to ruin the mood. She flipped through them all and enjoyed what she was seeing on another level and proceeded to satisfy her own hunger.
They continued playing into the early evening.
Earlier in the day, still upset with him, Candy called Callie;
“Hello.”
“Callie?”
“Yeah.”
“I have to see you.”
“Got interested?”
“No. I have to get some things straightened out.”
“Using your linguistic talents?” he laughed.
“You’re getting to be a real asshole. Pick me up at the corner tonight.”
“I’ve got lots of work here.”
“Do it tomorrow. This is important to me.”
“I can’t. These documents have to be ready tomorrow for the sales to get closed and....”
Candy hung up, not only certain that he wasn’t Sir Galahad any longer, but also seeing him as she saw most everyone else; nothing special. She also felt very hurt and maybe a bit foolish. She went back to her room, laid on her bed and cried into her pillow.
Shari was looking for something and unbeknownst to her, shortly after Candy’s call, she too called Callie.
“Hello.”
Shari playfully said; “Ready for the time of your life?”
“I think so. Who is this?”
“Shari, stupid. Are you going to let me have it or not?”
“Sure, baby. I was just joking. I’m anxious to see you.
Give me an hour and I’ll come get you at the corner, all right?”
“A whole hour. I’ll have to go plastic.”
“Bring it with you. I’d like to see that.”
“Okay, in an hour, at the corner.” She hung up, not aware that Candy caught bits and pieces of the conversation and was very curious what would be happening “in an hour, on the corner.” Candy decided to follow her.
A hot, humid early evening, Shari put on a red bikini top and severely cut off denim shorts and watched herself undulate in the bathroom mirror, as she practiced with her toy, testing it everywhere it could possibly go and enjoying the warm hum.
She practiced her culinary skills and saw that her mother was more advanced from many years of training. She thought that she could make up for the technical deficiency with enthusiasm, especially tonight.
She left the bathroom and the clock told her it was time to get going.
She descended the stairs, not seeing Candy near the crack in her door, ready to follow. She left the house and walked quickly to the Boulevard with a shadow 300 feet behind.
A group of boys she knew were sitting on a car and greeted her by waving their flags at her, one saying; “Come on over, baby. I know what you want.”
She walked by, saying; “Not tonight.” She then thought that she didn’t want to appear insulting to her friends, walked back to them and demonstrated her kindness for a few seconds on each beauty. She said; “How about later?”
One boy said; “We’ll be here,” and Shari blew them a kiss and continued her journey.
Candy stood still, saw the activities and was revolted.
She wondered how two biological sisters could be so different.
Though she was wearing a floppy T-shirt and loose jeans and did not know the boys, when she passed the boys again showed their patriotism, one saying; “Your sister’s loss is your gain.”
Candy slowed down and looked at each of them, said “Fuck you,”
and kept walking.
When Shari got to the corner, Candy saw her climb into the front seat of a new black Cadillac and lower her head as he drove away. She saw the blond crew cut, back lit by the soon to set sun. She would not have believed what she saw 48 hours ago and still couldn’t fully accept it, trying to think of other things that she might be mistaken about. She slowly circled the block, so not to again pass the boys and thinking about how foolish she had been to trust this man and tried to come up with
a way to forget about California and her father. How could her own sister do this to her, knowing that she loved him? She also knew that if it weren’t her sister, it would be somebody else.
Mark and Allison’s pleasant early evening was shattered by the blaring ring of the phone. He winced, said, “Oh, shit,” and answered on the fourth blast.
“Hello.”
“Hello, Mark?”
“Yes.”
“Hey, this is Russ. I think your couple is here. I put them in 111.”
Mark sighed, but wanted to sound grateful for the favor and said; “Great, thanks. I’ll be right there,” and he hung up.
Allison was almost pleadingly looking at him and Mark said;
“I’m really sorry. I have to go.” She closed her eyes and he put on a dirty old plain T-shirt and blue jeans, anticipating the dirt he would pick up in the heating duct. He kissed her disinterested cheek and left. She went back to the kitchen drawer and took another look at the photos of Connie, wondering why it was this type of “work” Mark chose to be involved with.