Woman Aroused | Page 9

looking up at me with mild interest.
I laughed and brushed my pants where he'd touched them, pointed to his milk, asked, "Get much, whoring around?" I cooked some liver for him, made sure the money was securely in my pocket, and went out to buy the Times.
People were going to the church across the street and I walked past them to Lexington Avenue and the stationery store near 73rd. As I was walking back, turning into my block, I saw a cab pull up in front of the house. Joe Collins stepped out, then helped a girl out. Joe rang the bell, then saw me and waved, nodding toward the girl.
It was going to be a big Sunday.
As I came up, Joe boomed, "Georgie boy, meet Stella. Doll, this is my boon buddy, George Jackson."
Joe's florid face had a faint dark stubble of whiskers and his eyes were bloodshot--the only thing fresh about him, including his clothes, was the loud nude on his hand-painted tie. The week before, Joe had gone in for dogs on his ties, hunting scenes, and before that it was horses--now it was lush nudes. Joe was head of the Maintenance Department in Sky Oil, and not a bad sort, even if he was loud and vulgar. He was always good for heating oil for the house whenever I needed it.
On closer inspection Stella looked a bit bloated, somewhere in her late thirties: the heavy featured blonde that can be found in most bars looking for a little excitement of the week-end.
It was obvious they were winding up the night and both were hung-over. I said hello to Stella and as I unlocked the door, Joe said, "You're in for a treat, doll. Georgie is a writer. Damn good one. How's about that, Georgie boy?"
"My press agent," I said politely, wondering if Joe had told heir we worked for Sky Oil, or what he had told her. Joe was never very careful with his pick-ups.
"My, this is an odd room," Stella said, looking around. Joe helped her with her coat and she was a solid-built woman.
"Yeah. Used to be a garage when Georgie's family was in the chips, real blue-bloods. Now he's down to his last garage! That's a blip." Joe began to laugh.
Stella glanced at me, said, "He always tries too hard," and her voice had a nice throaty quality.
As we sat down, the cat came into the room and Stella said, "What a big pussy," and of course Joe burst out laughing. "What's his name?" she asked, expertly rubbing the back of his ears.
"Slob"," Joe said before I could answer.
Stella said in that asinine baby-voice people use for animals and kids, "What a nasty old name to give such a nice pussy-cat.
"His real name is Vaslav--that was Nijinsky's first name," I said. "Then I shortened it to Slav, and finally Slob."
"I see," she said, not knowing what I was talking about. Joe went to the bathroom and came out while the toilet was still flushing. He said, "Give and take. How about giving us a couple of snorters?"
"Sorry, killed the only bottle I had early this morning. Like some beer?" I asked, feeling a little nervous with all that money in my pocket, and more than a little angry--Joe had a hell of a nerve bringing this babe here. Suppose Flo was still with me? Not that it would have killed Flo to meet a Stella. I was doubly annoyed with myself for being such a snob.
"Want some beer, doll?" Joe asked, going over and running his big hand through her over-blonde hair.
"Sure, good to taper off on beer," she said, giving Slob a real rubdown.
I went into the kitchen and I heard them kissing, then Joe told her, "I'd best go in and help Georgie boy."
He came in and put a heavy arm around my shoulder, turned on the water in the sink so she couldn't hear, said, "Jeez, what a night. I tied a big one on. Hey what do you think of Stella? Some sex-boat."
"Not bad," I said, pouring the beer. I knew all about Stella--all the Stellas: with a husband someplace in the background, maybe a kid or two, a busted marriage, a routine job during the week, and the frantic week-ends with any guy who treated her "nicely," as she tried to regain her illusions of bright romance and youth over some bar; a dozen drinks fogging reality. "Listen pal," Joe said, hesitating a bit, "hate to ask you this, but I see Flo isn't around... didn't think she would be, and..."
"What made you think that?"
"Hell, don't kid your Uncle Joe. You two never last more than a few days. Look, the point is, you see Stella, what she wants. Could we use your place--for a little while?"
"What happened