TWENTY-SIX
"I'm coming."
Eddy left his comfortable hotel room chair and rounded the matching hassock. Stacked on top if it were computer readouts, newspaper clippings, demographic charts. Thinking the knock signaled the arrival of his room service order, he pulled the door open without first checking the peephole.
Fancy stood on the threshold. "I'd pay to see that."
Not bothering to conceal his annoyance, he barred her entrance by placing his forearm on the doorjamb. "See what?"
"You coming."
"Cute."
"Thanks," she replied cheekily. Then her blue eyes darkened. "Who were you expecting?"
"None of your business. What are you doing so far away from home, little girl?"
The bell on the elevator down the hall chimed, and the room service waiter emerged, carrying a tray on his shoulder. He approached them on soundless footsteps. "Mr. Paschal?"
"Here." When Eddy stepped aside to let him in, Fancy slipped inside, too. She went into the bathroom and locked the door. Eddy scrawled his signature on the bottom of the tab and showed the waiter to the door.
"Have a good night." The youth gave him an elbow-in-the-ribs grin and a sly wink.
Eddy closed the door a little too suddenly and a little too loudly to be polite. "Fancy?" He rapped on the bathroom.
"I'll be out in a sec."
He heard the commode flush. She opened the door while still tugging the tight, short skirt of her tube dress over her hips. The dress was made of stretchy, clingy stuff that conformed to her body like a second skin. It had a wide cuff across the top that could be worn off the shoulders. She was wearing it way off.
The dress was red. So was her lipstick, her high-heeled pumps, and the dozens of plastic bangle bracelets encircling her arms. With her mane of blond hair even more unruly than usual, she looked like a whore.
"What did you order? I'm starved."
"You're not invited." Eddy intercepted her on her way toward the room service tray the waiter had left on the table near the easy chair. He gripped her upper arm. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, first I was peeing. Now I'm going to scope out what you've got to eat."
His fingers pinched tighter and he strained her name through his teeth. "What are you doing in Houston?"
"It got boring at home," she said, wresting her arm free, "with nobody but Mona and Mother around. Mother's in a stupor half the time. The other half she's crying over Daddy not loving her anymore. Frankly, I doubt he ever did. You know he thought she was knocked up with me when they got married." She lifted the silver metal lid off one of the plates and picked up a cherry tomato—a garnish for his club sandwich.
"What's. . .hmm, a chocolate sundae," she cooed with pleasure as she investigated beneath another lid. "How do you eat like this late at night and keep your belly so nice and flat?"
Her practiced eyes moved down his smooth, muscled
torso, seen through his unbuttoned shirt. Suggestively, Fancy licked her lips.
"Anyway, Mother believes Daddy has the hots for Aunt Carole, which I think is downright scandalous, don't you?" She shivered—not from repugnance, but with delight. "It's so, so Old Testament for a man to covet his brother's wife."
"The sin of the week, by Fancy Rutledge."
She giggled. "Mother's positively morose and Mona looks at me with the same regard she would have for a cockroach in her sugar canister. Grandma, Grandpa, and the little spook were due back, which would only make things worse, so I decided to split and come here, where all the action is."
Wryly, he said, "As you can see, there's not much going on tonight."
Undaunted, she curled up in the easy chair he'd been occupying and popped the tomato into her mouth. It was the same vibrant color as her lips. Her teeth sank into it. The juice squirted inside her mouth.
"The truth of the matter is, Eddy darlin ', I ran out of cash. The automatic teller said it couldn't give me any money 'cause my account's overdrawn. So," she said, raising her arms over her head and stretching languorously, "I came to my best friend for a little loan."
"How little?"
"A hundred bucks?"
"I'll give you twenty just to get rid of you." He withdrew a bill from his pants pocket and tossed it into her lap.
"Twenty!"
"That'll buy you enough gas to get home."
"With nothing left over."
"If you want more, you could get it from your old man. He's in room twelve-fifteen."
"Do you think he'd be pleased to see me? Especially if I told him I'd just come from your room?"
Not deigning to answer, Eddy consulted his watch. "If I were you, I'd start home before it gets any later. Be careful driving back." He headed for the door to let her out.
"I'm hungry. Since you've been so stingy with your loan, I won't be able to afford supper. I believe that entitles me to some of this sandwich." She took a wedge of the triple-decker sandwich from the plate and bit into it.
"Help yourself." He pulled a straight chair from beneath the table, sat down, and began eating a wedge of the sandwich. He perused one of the computer readouts while he chewed.
Fancy slapped at it, knocking it out of his hand. "Don't you dare ignore me, you bastard."
The glint in his eyes looked dangerous. "I didn't invite you here, you little whore. I don't want you here. If you don't like it here, you're welcome to leave any time—the sooner the better—and good riddance."
"Oh, Eddy, don't talk like that."
Her knees landed on the carpet as she scooted out of the chair. Suddenly contrite, she walked forward on them until she reached him. She stretched her arms up and slipped her hands inside his shirt, laying them on his bare chest. "Don't be mean to me. I love you."
"Cut it out, Fancy."
His request went unheeded. She wedged herself between his knees and kissed his stomach. "I love you so much." Her mouth and tongue moved avidly over his sleek, hairless belly. "I know you love me, too."
He grunted with involuntary pleasure as her long nails lightly scratched his nipples. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers.
"Jesus," he moaned when she lifted his hard flesh out of his underwear. His fingers dove into her wealth of blond hair. He roughly twisted bunches of it around his knuckles. From above, he watched her red, red lips slide down over his stiff organ. Her mouth was avaricious, without temperance, modesty, or conscience—an amoral mouth that had never been denied or disciplined.
He gasped her name twice. She raised her head and appealed to him, "Love me, Eddy, please."
He struggled to his feet, drawing her up with him, against him. Their mouths met in a carnal kiss. While her hands worked frantically to get his shirt off, he reached beneath the tube for her panties. Flimsy things, they came apart in his hands.
She cried out with surprise and pain when he crammed two fingers up inside her, but she rode them with crude pleasure. She had already shoved his trousers and underwear past his knees. He pushed them to his ankles and walked out of them as he lifted her to straddle his lap.
Together they fell onto the bed. He shoved up her dress and buried his face in the delta of her body while she wormed her way out of the stretchy tube. Before she had even gotten the dress over her head completely, he began squeezing her breasts, sucking and biting and twisting her nipples.
Fancy writhed beneath him, exulting in his rowdy fore-play. She raked her nails down his back and dug them into his buttocks hard enough to draw blood. He cursed her, called her ugly gutter names. When she drew back her knees, the stiletto heel of her shoe cut a jagged, six-inch gash into the bedspread, but neither noticed or would have cared.
Eddy splayed her thighs wide and thrust into her with enough impetus to drive her into the headboard. His body was already slick with sweat when she wrapped her limbs around him and matched his frenzied bucking. Their bodies slammed together, again and again.
Eddy's face contorted with a grimace of ecstasy. Arching his back, he put all his strength behind his final lunge. Fancy climaxed simultaneously.
"God, that was great!" she sighed as they rolled apart moments later.
She recovered first, sat up, and frowned at the sticky moisture on her inner thighs. She left the bed in search of the small purse she had brought in with her. She took from it a package of condoms and tossed it at him. "Use one of these next time."
"Who says there'll be a next time?"
Fancy, who was unabashedly admiring her naked body in the dresser mirror, gave his reflection an arch smile. "I'm gonna be black and blue tomorrow." She proudly touched the teeth marks on her breasts like they were small trophies. "I can already feel the bruises."
"Don't let on like you're bothered by it. You get off on being punished."
"I didn't hear you complaining, Mr. Paschal."
Still in her heels and bracelets, she strutted to the table and inspected the remnants of the tray. There was nothing left of the sundae except a puddle of white foam muddied by chocolate syrup, with a cherry floating on top.
"Oh, piss," she muttered, "the ice cream's melted."
From the bed, Eddy began to laugh.
Avery woke up before Tate. The room was deeply shadowed. It was still very early, but she knew she wouldn't go back to sleep. She tiptoed into the bathroom and showered. He was still asleep when she came out.
She took the ice bucket and the room key with her and slipped out the door in her robe. Tate enjoyed jogging every morning, even when he was out of town. When he returned, he consumed quarts of ice water. It wasn't always easy to come by in a hotel. She had started having it waiting there for him when he returned from his jog, hot and dehydrated.
She filled the bucket from the ice machine down the hall and was on her way back to their room when another door opened. Fancy stepped out and quietly closed the door behind her. She turned toward the elevators, but drew up short when she saw Avery.
Avery was shocked by the girl's appearance. Her hair was hopelessly tangled. What was left of her makeup was smudged and streaked. Her lips were bruised and swollen. There were scratches on her neck and across her chest, none of which she had made an attempt to hide. In fact, after recovering from her initial shock of seeing Avery, she defiantly tossed back her hair and threw out her chest to better display her wounds. "Good morning, Aunt Carole." Her sweet smile was in vile contrast to her debauched appearance.
Avery flattened herself against the corridor wall, at a loss for words. Fancy swept past her. She smelled unwashed and used. Avery shuddered with disgust.
The elevator arrived almost immediately after Fancy summoned it. Before stepping into it, she shot Avery a gloating smile over her bare, bruised shoulder.
For several seconds Avery stared at the elevator's closed doors, then looked toward the room Fancy had come out of, although she already knew who it belonged to.
Tate was wrong about his best friend. Eddy wasn't as scrupulous as Tate believed. Nor was he as bright.