Vance’s jaw muscles clenched as he remembered the way she’d described her dream during the session. Oh! what a ball the little tease had been having! Her voice, filled with sex, deliberately trying to excite the others. The way she’d licked her lips over the erotic descriptions, choosing her words carefully to build the most erotic pictures, putting just enough of the focus on herself so that everyone would know just what a hot little nympho she was!
And then that bit where she’d pulled down her sweater! She hadn’t been wearing a bra and Vince had seen her nipple clearly before Dr. Golden had made her cover it. And pulling up her skirt like that! Vance bet that if Dr. Golden hadn’t interfered, Lisa would have tossed it all the way up over her face. What’s more, he’d bet she wasn’t wearing any underwear, either! Talking it up the way she’d been doing, she’d gotten herself so het up that Vance was sure she would have taken on every man in the room on the spot if she could have pulled it off. Yes, every man in the room. But especially him!
Oh, she had the hots for him, all right! He could tell! Whenever she pulled off anything like she had tonight, he was the first man in the group that she looked at. And from the way she looked it was obvious she wanted him so bad she was almost exploding. She wanted him to make love to her, to force her, to beat her, to rape her, to give it to her until she screamed for mercy!
Vance’s mind jumped, and he saw himself doing it. He’d sneak back into Dr. Golden’s office and look up Lisa’s address in the files. Somewhere down in the Village it would be, and he’d hop the subway right down there. He’d knock on the door, and. as soon as she opened it he’d slam it back and give her a hard shove into the room. Then he’d close the door behind him and go up to her slowly, menacingly.
“You know why I’m here?” he’d say.
“No. What do you want?" She’d pretend she didn’t know. And she’d be afraid. She wouldn’t have to pretend that.
“You, you tramp!” He’d maybe slap her across the face then so she’d know he meant business.
“Help!” She’d probably scream.
Then he’d really belt her. “You open your yap like that again and I’ll kill you!”
She’d know from his voice that he meant it. About then, she’d probably decide to play it honest, to throw herself on his mercy. “Please, Vance. Don’t be rough with me. You don’t have to. I want you to make love to me. You don’t have to force me.”
“Don’t I know it, baby. But that’s too easy for a slutty tease like you. You’re going to get what’s coming to you. I’m going to teach you that you can’t go around waving your boobies in men’s faces and get away with it. You’re going to learn that at least one man knows how to treat a teaser like you. And you’re never going to forget it!”
He’d rough her up good then. He’d slap her around ‘til her face was black and blue, her nose bleeding maybe, one of her eyes swelling up, tears running into her mouth as she begged him for mercy. But there would be no mercy. He’d tear off her clothes and go to work on that luscious body. He’d punch her breasts until they were all red and swollen. He’d take a belt to that tantalizing rear end until it was crisscrossed with bloody welts from the sharp edge of the buckle. Yes, and then maybe he’d cut her up a little, too.
Then he’d tie her on the bed, spreadeagle her, so that her pain-wracked body would be ready for his rape. Perhaps he’d get some ice water and throw it in her face before he began; he’d want her wide-awake and gibbering with fear; that would make his enjoyment greater. He’d climb over her roughly then, his hands squeezing those big, spread-out breasts real hard to wring a few more tears from her. Yes, and he’d pinch her lower body too, front and back, wake it up with pain to the thrill he was about to give it. And then he’d take Lisa brutally, bounding as hard as he was able, splintering her pelvic bones, tearing her apart inside, drawing blood as if the slut was a virgin.
Despite her agony, Lisa would react. Her body would rise up to meet each brutal thrust. Her breasts would heave with the pain of her passion. “Now! Now!” she’d scream out ecstatically.
Here Vance’s fantasy got completely away from him. He saw himself driving home with tremendous power — the strength of some primeval beast, the thrust of an atomic-powered machine, the devastating energy of a shell fired from a cannon. He saw Lisa screaming the over-powering joy of a fulfillment unlike any she’d ever known before. And as she clung to the joy of it, Vance saw himself reaching up, taking her throat in his hands, and quickly breaking her neck and strangling the life from her body. Then he saw himself at last releasing the fruits of his own lust upon her dead body!
Vance held that final image for a long time, holding fast against the now raging storm which was trying to blot it out. His fist continued to beat against the palm of his hand. His eyes continued to stare at the naked body caught in the spasm of passionate reaction.
Finally Vance became aware of the lightning splintering his dream, of the rainwater running down his neck. He rose from the bench, admitted to the chill in his bones, and. started up the side street toward Broadway. When he reached the main street, he turned into the first cheap restaurant he came to and sat down at the counter. “Coffee, black,” he ordered.
He sat there for a long time, dawdling over a second and then a third cup of coffee, staring blankly out the window at the rain coming down. Then, draining the third cup, he got up, paid for the coffee, and went back out into the night. He ducked down a few doors and finally stood leaning against a darkened store-front, under an awning. Again he stood staring blankly, not thinking of anything much, a stocky figure with no place to go, nothing to do.
More time passed before Vance’s eyes focused on a specific and they danced alive with -interest again. They said that Vance was thinking the blonde sashaying up Broadway through the rain was really something. That brazen, hip-rolling walk, the way her breasts bounced up over the top of her low-cut blouse under the transparent raincoat she wore, reminded him of Lisa. Like Lisa, she obviously hadn’t deigned to wear a brassiere. Like Lisa she was flaunting her body for all to see. Like Lisa, she knew what she was doing, and was doing it deliberately to tease.
Watching the blonde as she drew closer, Vance’s mind merged her with the redhead of the fantasy he’d had before. By the time she drew abreast of him, his brain was tearing the clothes from her tantalizing torso. And as he watched the jiggling buttocks retreating, the tight skirt covering them dissolved in his mind’s eye and he saw the crisscross lines of blood appear as he flayed their plumpness.
She turned the corner into the side street, heading west the way Vance had come. Holding fast to this new vision, Vance darted from the doorway and followed her. She was halfway down the block as he too turned the corner. He closed the distance between them a little, but not too much.
A tart! It was obvious. A cheap tart on the make. Still, she didn’t look like she was looking for a pickup now. She looked like she had someplace to go. Even so, she couldn’t help tripping down the block like some peddler displaying wares. The dirty slut! She just had to advertise that her body had a price even on a dark block like this one where there was nobody to see what she was hawking.
Nobody but Vance. He slowed down as she reached the corner of West End Avenue and the wind spun, her around. He got a good look at her face then, a pretty doll’s face, vacant of any expression except automatic sensuality, the over-lipsticked mouth forming a curse lost to Vance in the rumbling of thunder from overhead. He saw that face all swollen and bruised from the beating it so richly deserved. He saw the lips forming pleading words, begging for mercy. And the eyes punched shut like Lisa’s eyes, disfigured lids shuttering the teasing fire which burned in them. He fell into step with her again, a quarter-block or so behind her as she crossed West End Avenue and continued toward Riverside. When he reached the corner, he crossed diagonally so that he was on the other side of the street from her. He quickened his pace so that now he was almost abreast of her, with the rain-spattered gutter between them.