Sweet Tormented Love. Victor Jay

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 be my line of work in the future. And I was sure I would be successful at it as I patted the wad of bills in my pocket.