I started out across the parking lot again, and stopped in the middle, a sudden hunch coming to me. I circled the lot slowly, staying as much as possible in the dark.
I saw Jerry’s Thunderbird finally, at the far end where it was really dark. I was still quite a distance away, but I could see that it wasn’t empty. I came up behind it quietly, my eyes glued to the window of the back seat.
I needn’t have been so quiet. They wouldn’t have heard a parade going by, the way they were occupied. Karen’s formal was tossed up over her like some silly sort of cape, and there wasn’t anything left to spoil the view of her lower anatomy—nothing, that is, except Jerry Field’s bare fanny bobbing up and down like a cork in a whirlpool, and just about as violently.
I didn’t stop to think that Jerry stood a full head taller than I did, or that he outweighed me by an easy fifty pounds. Given even breaks, he could have torn me in two as easily as looked at me. But a guy with his pants down around his knees has a serious handicap, and I had two things on my side—surprise, and the fact that I was out-of-my-head furious.
They just had time to look around startled when I yanked the door open before my fist caught him on the jaw, and he sprawled across Karen in a pose that would have been outlandish at any other time. He managed to get off her, and scramble out of the car, but I was pouring it on all the time. The blood was pouring down over one eye, and from a cut on his mouth, and he hadn’t laid a hand on me yet.
I only half heard his swearing, and Karen yelling at me to stop. Jerry managed to get out of the car to solid ground, yanking at his pants with one hand and poking at me with the other, but I caught him a good one on the side of the head and the pants fell again. He lunged for me, and the trousers tripped him. As he toppled by, I gave him some additional speed with a hard kick in the seat of the pants.
It was my fight, and he must have known it, because he stayed down, staring up at me as though he still hadn’t figured out what happened. Beside me Karen was still rearranging her clothes, and from the way she was panting you’d have thought it was her in the fight. But then, I reminded myself bitterly, she had another reason for panting.
Some things just come into your mind for no reason, at funny times. I saw a flash image of Jerry and Karen in the car, and it occurred to me that—size or no size—there was one way in which Jerry couldn’t half measure up to me—literally. I laughed, an ugly, vicious laugh, and turned to Karen.
“Get back in the car,” I snarled, and there was no doubt in anyone’s mind what I intended. She gave me a funny, frightened look, and shot a quick glance at Jerry, but he had had enough for one night. He stood up, brushing off his clothes and trying to get them back on.
“Be my guest,” he told me with a laugh, clapping a friendly hand on my shoulder, and started off across the lot toward the gym.
Karen got back into the car. I didn’t wait for her to get things ready for me, I came in after her fast and wild. The cloth tore as I ripped her dress out of the way. Her panties were still where she had left them, on the back floor of the car, so I didn’t have to worry about them.
I came in like an angry bull, and she damn well knew it wasn’t Jerry Fields. She groaned aloud, but she didn’t say anything, and I felt her body arch upward to meet my thrusts. She’d be sore tomorrow, but for the moment she was loving it, and she was getting it all again and again with savage ferocity.
Her body stiffened suddenly, her hand clawing at my shoulders, and I let go, emptying myself of the last of my fury and frustration.
I pulled coldly away from her and began to straighten out my clothing. My coat had gotten torn somehow in the fight with Jerry, and I knew I’d have to pay for it somehow, but it had been worth it.
“I guess you’d better take me home now,” Karen said as I was climbing out of the car. I turned back for a moment, giving her an icy stare.
“Why should I?” I said coldly. I slammed the door in her face and walked away, out of the parking lot toward home. She hadn’t gotten all she deserved, and I didn’t feel at all sorry for her. If I felt anything toward her, it was loathing for the fact that she had tried to make a fool of me.
By the time I had reached Hollywood Boulevard, my hatred for her had spread to every member of the female sex. They were nothing but misery, and I wanted nothing more to do with any of them.
I was walking slowly, not even thinking yet of the distance between my location and home. It was Saturday night, and the Hollywood traffic was heavy. I heard the sound of a car slowing down, and glanced over my shoulder.
A new Ford was coming by slowly, in the curb lane, and the driver, a man, was watching me carefully. I got the message, and like a flash my arm came out, my thumb extended. I was right. He came to a quick stop, ignoring the blast of the horn from the car behind him.
“Where you headed?” he asked as I slid into the car.
I opened my mouth to say where I lived, and stopped myself. I needed money, didn’t I, to pay for the torn jacket, and besides that, I needed something more than that episode in the car with Karen to calm my nerves. I wanted nothing more to do with women, and that left a clear path—a path that could mean making more money than I’d ever make working at a grocery store.
“No place in particular,” I told him, and I turned my face to meet the anxious gaze. My legs were spread, and I dropped one hand boldly to my crotch, rubbing slightly. His eyes followed the hand, and widened. Even under ordinary circumstances it would have been enough to excite someone like him. Swollen as it was now, I might have been carrying a change of clothes and a bottle of wine. He was licking his lips nervously.
I turned my hips slightly, toward him, my legs parted. The invitation was obvious, and he didn’t wait for a second one. His hand took the place of mine, and I felt the flesh swell and stir as it began to harden.
I let him feel while he drove, let him excite himself to a fever pitch as it grew in his hand to mammoth proportions. There was a lot there, and by now he wanted it, badly.
“Is it worth twenty-five bucks?” I asked abruptly. A few minutes before he might have said no, but now he knew how much there was, and I was counting on the blatant desire in his eyes and the groping of his hand.
The hand paused for a minute, and he swallowed hard, fighting with himself. I didn’t want him to think it over. I took his hand, and with mine wrapped it around the bulge threatening to tear itself free of my clothes.
That sold him. “Where do you live?” he wanted to know.
“We’d better go to your place,” I answered quickly. I made a mental note that I would have to get a place of my own soon if I was going to make a business of this. Some of them might not have a place to take me.
This one did, not much of a place, just a one-room affair not too far away. I remembered to use the bathroom first thing, and cleaned myself thoroughly. I was determined that, if I was going into this, I was going to see that they got their money’s worth. And I collected the money first, to avoid any necessity of trouble.
This one wasn’t good-looking, and he was a lot older than Glen had been, but he got his money’s worth. I let him take his time, and when he timidly indicated he’d like seconds, I made him happy. My body was a little sore from the unaccustomed use, but it did me proud.
By the time he had driven me home, my mind was made up. I quieted any doubts in my mind about my being queer, but I knew that this was going to
