Her eyes were incredulous, glazed with fear and distracted chagrin and she was speechless for a long moment, so dazed was she by the realization that this man, who had so earnestly courted her, would dare to treat her as if she were a common prostitute instead of one of the wealthiest and most blue-blooded debutantes of New York’s Four Hundred! “You are beginning to learn your place; that will do for a start. But you are going to learn a great deal more than you thought you ever could, my dear Marcia, unless you prefer to be recalcitrant… and, oh, how I hope you are, for I shall enjoy nothing more than training you as I would a mutinous hyena-with lash and goad!” he told her, curling his lips in expression of his utter contempt for her.
Marie watched, a gentle smile on her pretty lips, enjoying this reversal of the status quo.
Then he resumed.
“This lovely girl, whom you detest so openly and are so snobbishly overbearing to, is worth more in her little finger than you in all your soignйe body and perfume and elaborate gown. For your beauty is a falsehood, just as you are false, from head to toe, from your first word to your last, in every affected gesture and pose you make, copied from what you believe to be the bible of the social regime you are a slave of fashion to. Marie is honest, good, loving, kind and sweet; she is beautiful, yes and her beauty warms a man’s heart; your body may warm a man’s cock, but leave the rest of him cold… cold as that icy and artificial snobbery of yours… which, by the way, you are going to shed before very long!”
“I… I… refuse to listen to any more! I command you to take me home. I…
I… may overlook what you have said, because we have-been friends. But… but if you think you can keep me here a prisoner, tied up and forced to watch you debase yourself with my maid, you’ll be the sorriest man alive!” exclaimed Marcia.
Her hesitation betrayed her loss of assurance.
That was the beginning of her downfall. It was nothing-a bagatelle-compared to the depths. To which she would sink!
Or rather, compared to the heights of sincerity of flesh and spirit she would attain in this training which Gregory had so elaborately devised! “Pardon me, but you are in error. Let me tell you why, Marcia,” he intervened coolly, his right arm around Marie’s soft naked waist, his left hand guiding her sweet fingers to renew their assuaging assault upon his limpened penis.
“Ohh!” gasped Marcia again, astounded and aghast with shame at this bestial revelation of male lust and female acquiescence.
“Precisely what I expected from you in the way of reaction,” said Gregory. “You and your clique, every last rich demi-vierge of your group, wouldn’t recognize true love or lust when you saw it before your fastidious eyes. See no evil, but think evil-that’s your creed. Listen, darling, Al-dous Huxley, whose sayings you paraded to me whenever we used to dine till I was as fed up with him as I am with you, has a wonderful maxim on your type: high brows, low loins. Well, I’m going to prove that. I’m going to strip the veneer from you, make you revert to the essential primitive that’s in your nature, whether you have courage to admit it to yourself or not. And, before I’ve done with you, a painted two-bit Broadway whore will be more pure than you in her bedroom morals!”
“Oh! You… you… filthy beast!” stormed Marcia, stamping her feet with almost hysterical and childish rage.
“She isn’t very polite, Greg,” said Mane, fondling her lover’s penis thrillingly., with amorous, stroking, weaving fingers, pressing her delectable, milky hip close against his sinewy body:”’ “Would you expect a debutramp to be, honey?” he replied and then returned to. the consideration of the offended and furious Marcia.
“I was about to tell you why your father will do absolutely nothing to me. You see, I’ve not rushed into this plan hastily, not at all, Marcia. Several months ago, when you refused me first, I happened to drop in at your apartment to talk things over-you’d gone to one of your Junior League luncheons, where cats drink martinis instead of milk. Marie showed me in. To shorten, the story, we fell in love, Marie and I and she’s been my little sweetheart ever since. She told me what you really were-not that. I didn’t get a good idea when we two were out together, but I had hopes of penetrating that callous snobbery of yours. But when you began to treat Marie as if she were dirt under your feet, that was a little too much to stomach. So Marie and I planned a way of bringing you to your senses.”
“She-she-helped you lure me here-she’ll go to the penitentiary for the rest of her life!” cried Marcia, frantic with anger and humiliation.
“Don’t get your ovaries in an uproar-save that for later on!” laughed Gregory and eyed her meaningfully, then resumed: “I couldn’t, obviously, meet Marie in town. Your swanky friends might peach. So I bought this place-it used to be a nightclub in pre-Prohibition days. But, as I’m a thrifty soul and learned from my father that one must always get a return on capital invested, I decided to turn this house into a haven of entertainment for my friends who got the same treatment from their untouchable lady loves that I did from you. For color and atmosphere, I hired these two thugs from the East Side, Joe and Bill; for the same reason, I got Lil to pose as the proprietress; she’s really a respectable widow, sending a daughter through college who’ll be a credit to real society someday. And, since I want my darling here to have a little spending money, I deeded all the income from this house over to her; she’s the real owner of-you’d call it a brothel, I suppose, though I’d bet your maidenhead against my coming a dozen times that you’ve not the faintest idea what goes on inside one!”
“She should now, sweetheart… after…“ murmured Marie, blushing and averting her crimson, lovely face as she continued soothingly to massage and mold his now renewed penis.
“It’s not time for Marcia’s nature lesson yet, honey-all in good time, Marie, darling,” he returned and kissed her parted lips tenderly.
Then he resumed his discourse to the fearful, trembling, overwhelmed Marcia: “Thus Marie, being the owner here, has your fate in her hands; I yield the floor to her, save that she’s asked me to help her in training you. And why aren’t you going to peach to your respectably illustrious pater, my pretty debutramp? Because, Marcia, after we let you go back to your penthouse, you and I are going to be married. For I shall have to marry you to save your reputation; otherwise, your lovers will testify, as will Marie, that you came here of your own free will instead of going to your coming-out party, because you’ve got a case of hot pants-oh, pardon me, I meant nymphomania and preferred to be pronged instead of promenaded before all the wealthiest eligibles at the party!”
“I have no lovers you filthy beast! It’s a lie… I can deny it… who’ll take your word against mine, mine?” stormed the furious, scarlet faced debutante.
“At the present moment, you speak the truth you have no lovers. But when you leave here, you’ll be amazed at the past you’ve managed to collect, to say nothing of the money you’ll have, earned for your darling maid Marie!:Yes, every cent of your earnings will go into the till for her soft white hands to count lovingly!” jested Gregory.
“What are you saying? Have you gone completely mad?” gasped Marcia, disbelieving the testimony of her ears.
“I was never saner in my life, Marcia. I have managed, with Marie’s help again, to collect the names of those transient suitors of yours who followed your velvet train only to discover it ~ed to the dead end of demi-virginity. You were always vain and boastful, my pretty one and your tongue most indiscreet-well, that indiscretion will prove an asset to Marie’s business, as you shall learn soon enough!”
“You’re giving her too much to absorb in so short a time,” scolded Marie jestingly, her fingers rimming the fiery head of Gregory’s virile prong.
“I admit it. But we can go into the fine details with greater prolongation in due time-after all, she’ll be our guest for at least a week,” said Gregory, kissing Marie’s inviting lips once more.
Then he turned his gaze back to the horrified debutante and went on, savoring her trembling apprehension, enjoying. the sight of her richly. robed body cringing against the wall, forced to spread her arms wide apart to accentuate the turbulent glories of her pear-shaped breasts: “Doubtless, you noticed that the boudoir table and the bed on which Marie and I celebrated the success of our little scheme resemble yours in the safety and chill sanctity of your own apartment, Marcia. That too was part of the plan, for, you see, my dear, they are exact replicas of your dearest and proudest furnishings… those splendid shrines to which you reveal the deceitful treachery of your face and to which you confide the sumptuous insipidity of your flaunting body! I thought, as did Marie, who is more ingenious than you give her credit for being, that it would be appropriate for you to lose your virginity on your own bed, to. prepare your body and your bewitchingly hypocritical face before your own intimate mirror, your mirror which deceives you and tells you you are beautiful and desirable!”
“Oh! You… you… monster!”
“You are not very imaginative. I am afraid your lovers-or, I should say, your customers-will find you tiresome after a bit. But, after all, they will pay well for the privilege of telling their friends, who see your picture in all the rotogravure sections, I fucked that debutante; fair stuff, nice on the eyes but short on the prick.’”
“Ohhhhhhh!” Marcia’s face was a study in crimson shame! “You… you… wouldn’t dare! Oh-it’s impossible!~? she gasped.
“Not at all. You yourself have often said money buys everything-and you were perfectly right. It bought Henry off so I could take his place behind the wheel of your own car that brought you to get your maidenhead removed; it’s an obstacle you don’t deserve to have, for you have enough already to throw in the way of an honest man who wants an honest woman to sleep with now and then!”
“I forbid you to speak to me like that! I’m not your Marie, thank goodness. I don’t have to put up with your filthiness!”
Gregory turned to Marie, whose face had flushed with the insult and he remarked, calmly, “I believe I will let you avenge yourself, sweetheart!”
“Get me one of her pumps, darling and I’ll show you how I’ll begin to pay her back for the innumerable insults she’s made me swallow day after day,” said Marie gently.
“Without more ado, darling,” he told her. And he approached Marcia, who, realizing that she was in physical danger, tensed herself, her hands forming talons, ready to strike, to defend herself dearly, her feet drawing back against the wall. He advanced toward her, from one side, bent swiftly and grasped her foot and before she could prevent it, removed her high-heeled pump; then, tossing it toward Marie, he applied both hands around her ankles, rendering her completely unable to protect herself.
“Oh… oh… let me go… take your hands away, you beast! Let me go, do you hear?” she cried, writhing, weaving her beautiful sheathed body, furious with chagrin-and not a little uneasy, for the gentle, voluptuous glow in Marie’s beautiful blue eyes had been replaced by a calculating glitter that boded no good for the spoiled and snobbish debutante.
Marie picked up the pump and holding it by the pedestaled heel, advanced toward her mistress from the other side.
Then, while Marcia regarded her, panting, trying to summon all the hauteur of her egotistical countenance to compel Marie’s loyalty and deference, the lovely maid, taking careful aim, crashed the thin sole of the dainty pump against the aristocratic beauty’s smooth, creamy cheek- once… twice… thrice… and held it ready to strike again, should there be need.
“Ahh! Ohh Stop! Marie, you’re hurting me ohhhh!” cried out Marcia, making frantic efforts to release her ankles, which the sinewy hands of Gregory held as in an iron vise.
“That, Miss Thomaston,” remarked Marie coldly, “is just a sample and an advance return on what I owe you. From now on, you’re one of my girls and you’ll obey me just as I used to obey you, or take the consequences!”
“Bravo, little Marie,” exclaimed Gregory, ravished by the enchanting conflict and reversal of roles, whereby the patrician and domestic exchanged-unwillingly on Marcia’s part-the right of domination.
“Thank you, darling. I hope to provide much enjoyment for you and your friends, with or without Marcia’s cooperation,” observed Marie. And then, regarding Marcia with a cold glint in her narrowing blue eyes, she commented, “In about an hour, your first customer is coming to see you and get acquainted. He has paid me five hundred dollars for the privilege of being the first to take your cherry and I intend to see he gets his money’s worth!”
“Marie! Oh! You can’t mean it, no, no, tell me you’re jesting, that this is all a trick to frighten me,” begged Marcia, overwhelmed by the vehemence and hatred throbbing in her maid’s lovely voice, emanating from those blue eyes which once had gazed on her so deferentially, so submissively.
And then, lowering her head toward Gregory, she repeated, “Oh, Greg, say it’s over… let me go back home… I promise I’ll never breathe a word of what’s happened and we can laugh together about how clever you were to frighten me.”
“Then you are frightened, Marcia?” he remarked, looking up at her.
“A little, Greg-but now I know it’s all over, I can laugh with you-a very clever practical joke, my dear,” and her voice resumed its chill dignity and pretentious hauteur.
“You are a very unsuccessful liar, in addition to your other negative accomplishments, my pet,” he said, smiling at her, “for I know very well that your breasts deny your lips when the latter say they’re not unduly terrified; why, the heaving of those cow-like udders of yours suggests panic, Marcia!”
And once again he wounded her in her most sensitive Achilles heel: the egotistical self-esteem of her own beauty.
“Oh! Greg! How filthy a thing to say about me! You know it isn’t so!”
“Udders,” he repeated with deliberate emphasis and cruelly gloating inflection in his tone, “and the difference is that from a cow’s teats at least one can get milk, whereas yours are fruitless and good only to drape that velvet on!”