Chapter 5 - Strangers In The Night part 1

"Little things I should have said and done

I just never took the time

You were always on my mind

You were always on my mind"

Elvis Presley - Always On My Mind

Chapter 5 - Strangers In The Night

John

I had just returned from France when my father introduced me to his desk roll. At the time, Marilyn was a redhead and much fatter than she is today.

When I met her, I confess that I was enchanted by her smile and the way she exuded self-confidence. Marilyn was very different from the women I knew. She didn't have the body of a model or an actress, but she was intelligent and very polite. A real conundrum.

We could have lived a romance, but my father told me he wanted me to be like her, dedicated and committed. He, looking me in the eye, had the courage to say that he preferred her as a daughter. Marilyn valued my mother's magazine more than I did. It wasn't hard to create a certain dislike for the plump girl from that day on. I didn't understand how she could have stolen my place. After leaving, I plunged into a life of lust and binges. Every day I made it a point to a different woman and parade with beauties so everyone knew who I was getting.

I was steadfast in my purpose, until I returned and found myself with a devastated Marilyn in my father's apartment. Then we had our disagreements and I had changed the code of the apartment and put all my cars in the parking spaces, but to walk into the kitchen and see her in tiny shorts, it ended with me. She was definitely not my kind of woman, but it was hard not to look at her chubby thighs that somehow contained no sagging and no cellulite holes, which should be some miracle. My pleasure in teasing her was greater than staring at her legs, and the pleasure only increased when she responded wryly, this little game only increased my arousal.

The day went by rushing, and when night fell in New York, I resolved to go hunting as my old friend Leonard would say. As soon as I get to 1Oak and see the line, some men in social clothes and women in high heels and short dresses wait excitedly to enter, then I walk straight through the line and go to the door, greeting the security guard, the inside of the club is already full and the music plays loudly. I make my way between the people and go to the bar where I see Leonard.

"Great man, I thought I wouldn't see you." Leonard laughs.

Leonard Lambert is my oldest and most faithful friend, I've known him since kindergarten. He's the only friend I trust, we grew up together, we got ready and to this day we maintain this partnership, I have him as a brother. "I thought the secretary was going to arrest you.

" Never my friend, never. " I say shaking my friend's hand. "I decided to come at the last minute, I'm in need of a really strong drink.

" Not my friend, you need sex, a very hot woman to de-stress. " Leonard speaks. "I have a perfect one for you.

"Who? Another like that brunette girl, what's her name? Beatrice? I ask, before asking the bartender for a shot of whiskey.

"Barbara, and she was quite pretty, you who put fault. " Leonard speaks, taking a sip from the glass that was in his hand.

" My dear friend, that woman was crazy, we only went out once and she was already talking about marriage. " I grab the glass the waiter hands me. "You know I don't mean to be attached to anyone.

" So Vivian stayed in Paris and you ran away here? " My friend asks, looking at me.

" I came because of my father, I wasn't running away from her. " I speak distractedly. "You don't shy away from a good fuck, my relationship with her is totally casual.

"You really think you fool me, don't you, my friend?" Leonard laughs and walks away from the bar counter. " I have two women waiting for me, if you want you can stay with the blonde and me with the redhead, they want the same as us, just sex. " I look at Leonard and finish my drink, walk away from the bar and follow my friend.

It was more than one in the morning when I left the club with Patricia, the blonde Leonard wanted to get rid of, as far as I knew the woman who was going home with me was a model, her slim waist, ample breasts and an ass that gave me ideas. When the taxi stops in front of the apartment, I get out of the car with Patricia who does not stop smiling. As we get into the elevator, I think about what Marilyn would think of seeing me with a much better woman than she is. No doubt she would see what a true steak is.

When the elevator stops and the doors open, we enter the living room of my father's apartment, I hear the noise of the television, I look towards the couch where Marilyn is sitting, looking at The Girl, sensualizing on the subway respirator, her dark hair is hiding her face and I can't see it.

"Who's that? You didn't say you were married. " Says Patricia, breaking the moment, Marilyn looks at me and I notice a tone of irritation.

"She's nobody, let's go straight to the bedroom." I speak, taking Patricia out of the room, what I feel is not a good feeling like I thought it would be, for a moment to feel bad for Marilyn.

What the fuck is happening to me?

Without much thought, as soon as I enter one of the vacant rooms, I grab Patricia and soon we are naked seeking our pleasure.