Part 10 (1/2)
I pulled my head up and looked at Allison. She lay beneath me with her eyes closed, her mouth slightly parted. G.o.d, she was beautiful. The soft lamplight brought out the gold highlights in her hair. Her complexion was flawless. I noticed that one eyebrow was different from the other. One was curved more. She had used eyebrow pencil to give the effect of equal arches but viewed this close I could see the difference. This little blemish to her perfection pleased me. As did her attempt to cover it up for my sake.
I kissed the eyebrow with the pencil on it. Then I kissed her smooth forehead and the corners of her mouth and the tip of her nose. I kissed her ear and then caught the lobes between my teeth and bit them lightly. Allison gasped.
My hands were on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I cupped them in my palms then placed just the flat on my palms against the tips and caressed them with a circular motion.
Allison grasped my hand and pulled it away.
”What did you do that for?” I asked.
”I couldn't take much more,” she replied. ”I was getting too aroused.”
”That, my dear child, was the object.”
Allison pushed gently against my shoulders. She sat up and put her arm around my shoulders.
”I couldn't make love to you here. I'd be too afraid that Ruth would come in on us.”
”O.k., I see your point. We'll go to my apartment.”
”I don't think that would be wise. It would look odd. Ruth might get suspicious if I spent the night at your place.”
”Oh great. I can just see what's going to be happening from now on. I'll be lucky if you spend more than one night a week with me.”
”What can I do?” Allison asked. ”I'll stay with you whenever Ruth's out on a flight but when she's here I've got to sleep home most of the time.”
”Uh uh, I don't go for it. You asked for a run of the play contract and that means nightly performances plus matinees once or twice a week. I'll report you to Equity.”
”Do I get star billing?”
”Sure, but you know what happens if you ever goof it. Like in the movies, your understudy will play the part for you one night and she'll do such a good job that you'll have to switch places with her.”
”And just who is my understudy?”
”My independence,” I said. ”I'm going to tell you something that I've never confessed to anyone before. Most of the time I'm so d.a.m.ned lonely that I do one of two things. Either I try to lose myself with anyone who is available for the evening or I make a companion of my loneliness. I've reached the point where I've almost externalized it. It's something that I have to deal with, something that walks beside me and demands my attention as a person would. Does that make any sense to you?”
”Yes, I think I know what you mean.”
”Because of what I've told you, I've made a point of never getting too involved with any one person. I did that once and I found out that the desire to be with someone who isn't there isn't like the other kind of loneliness. It's a need that can be satisfied only one way. By the presence of the woman I love,” I continued. ”Without her beside me I'm lost. No other woman can really distract me from my loneliness.
”I hadn't planned on falling in love with you. Originally I just wanted to get you into bed. That's changed. I am in love with you now, Allison. Very deeply in love. For that reason I'm going to insist that we see each other very frequently. I suppose the ideal arrangement for me would be to get married. That way I'd be a.s.sured of companions.h.i.+p. But I am in love with a woman. I want the nearest approach to marriage that we can have. I want to live with you, Allison.”
She was silent for a few minutes. Then she said in a flat voice, ”You know that I love you. That there is no one who means as much to me as you do.” She stopped speaking and stared at the wall, a set expression on her face.
”But you won't live with me?”
”I didn't say that.”
”Then what's the problem?” I asked.
”I heard from the casting director on the Phil Singer Show today. They want me for the part. That means I'll have to move to California if I take it.”
”Did you tell him you'll take the part?”
”I told him that I'd let him know by the end of the week,” Allison said. ”They want me to sign the contracts Monday. It's a good contract. I'd be making $500 a week with provisions for residuals. Also, the contract would be with the show and not with the network so I would be free to take other jobs with other stations if I could get them. The only thing wrong is that they're insisting on a three year contract.”
”What if you get an offer for a job in New York during that three year period?”
”There's not much chance of that. Most television will be coming from the Coast. TV's on its way out on the East Coast except for the small independent stations. I'm not ready to go on the stage yet. I had planned to stay in television for a least a couple of years longer before trying the legitimate stage anyway.
”There's another thing. Crystal soap asked me to do spot commercials for them. They wanted me to fly out to Hollywood to film the commercials there. If I were more available, chances are I'd get a lot of work doing spot commercials for them. They do a lot of network advertising. It's just possible that they might select me to represent their product. All kinds of things could come from that. Look what happened to Betty Furness. Since she's been doing the commercials for Westinghouse everybody knows her. She can practically write her own ticket. One of the men at the agency told me that Crystal soap is considering using a similar approach. They're looking for a girl and he thought I might be the one they'd pick.”
”You'd be a fool not to go,” I said.
”This is beginning to sound like a soap opera,” Allison said. ”You know, the kind that 'poses the problem: Can a girl with a career have a home?' Sloane, I hadn't counted on falling in love either. But I have. I don't want to lose you.”
”I don't want to lose you either.”
”Then you'll come to the Coast with me?”
”And have a Hollywood marriage? No, you'd leave me for some star. It always happens. Success would go to your head and I'd begin to look like small potatoes.”
”You're joking.”
”Yes, I'm joking,” I said. ”But there is some truth behind it. In any event, it's a big move. Let me think it over. I'll come to a decision soon. In the meantime, if you love me, you'll sign those contracts with the Phil Singer Show quickly, before they have a chance to change their minds. It's too good an opportunity to pa.s.s up.”
”What's with the nauseating burst of altruism? I don't see you as the self-sacrificing type,” Allison said.
”You're right. I'm not. There's more to it though. Allison, remember that night at Happy's place in the country? The night Marv raped you?”
”You don't think I could have forgotten that, do you?” she asked.
”The question was rhetorical. The point is that I think that what happened was socio-economic in origin. I'm not discounting the fact that we were dealing with a bunch of drunks. Perverted ones at that. However, there are other points to be considered.”
”What do you mean?” Allison asked.
”Simply, that if you and I had had more prestige in those men's eyes they wouldn't have dared to do what they did. No matter how drunk they got they'd never try to pull something like that with an Amy Ferguson.
”I think we both agree that their standards and values are pretty smelly,” I continued, ”but so's almost everything in this world. We've got two choices. Either we go off into some sort of intellectual, spiritual or emotional limbo where we don't have to deal with the world around us or we come to terms with it. Since neither of us are revolutionaries, we have to apply the old principle... if you can't lick them, join them. Beat them at their own game.”
”That's an awfully pessimistic way of looking at things.”
”Not really. We're both interested in the entertainment industry. You as an actress and me as a writer. Therefore we've got to be aware of the att.i.tudes of society. Otherwise, they won't buy what we've got to sell. People who cater to the public can help change things they don't like. But they do it gradually. Surrept.i.tiously almost. The public will accept gradual evolution but they tar and feather revolutionists.”
”Haven't you gotten away from your main point?” Allison asked.
”Yes, guess I have. Anyway, the point is that I know that I'll never be really happy until I have the kind of security and freedom that comes with money and fame. This is supposed to be a democracy but I've seen too much to swallow it whole. The little guy gets pushed around plenty in this here United States. That's o.k. if it doesn't bother him but it drives me wild. I think you're very much like me in that way.
”Like most things, this comes down to a very simple point. Namely, what I want out of life is happiness and I can't be happy unless you are too. Hence, I want you to do what you must do in order to get ahead. I want you to be in a position where you'll never have to go through anything remotely resembling that night with Marv Banner again.”