Nightwork

We had been the last ones left in the restaurant, and I was pleasantly drunk from the unaccustomed wine when we got into the taxi. We sat in the taxi without touching each other, and, when the taxi stopped in front of the apartment building in which Mrs. Coates lived, I had said, 'Hold it, driver, please; I'm just seeing the lady to the door.'

'Forget it, driver,' Mrs Coates had said. "The gentleman is coming in for a nightcap.'

That's just what I need,' I had said, trying not to mumble, 'a nightcap.' But I had paid the driver and gone in with her.

I hadn't discovered what the apartment was like, because she didn't switch on the lights. She merely put her arms around me as I shut the door from the hall and kissed me. The kiss was delicious.

'I am now seducing you.' she had said, 'in your weakened state.'

'Consider me seduced.'

Chuckling, she had led me by the hand through the dark living room and into the bedroom. A thin shaft of light from the partially open door to a bathroom was enough so that I could make out the shapes of pieces of furniture, a huge desk piled with papers, a dresser, a long bookcase against one wall. She had led me to the bed, turned me around, then given me a sharp push. I had fallen backward on the bed. 'The rest,' she had said, 'is my job.'

If she was as good at Justice as she was in bed, the government was getting its money's worth.

* * *

'Now,' she said, sliding up on me, straddling me, using her hand to guide me into her. She moved on me, first very slowly, then more and more quickly, her head thrown back, her arms rigid behind her, her hands spread out on the bed, supporting her. Her full breasts loomed above me, pale in the dim light reflected off a mirror. I put up my hands and caressed her breasts and she moaned. She began to sob, loudly, uncontrollably, and when she came she was weeping.

I came immediately after, with a long, subdued sigh. She rolled off me, lay on her stomach beside me, the weeping slowly coming to an end. I put out my hand and touched the firm, rounded shoulder. 'Did I hurt you?' I asked.

She laughed. 'Silly man. Lord, no.'

'I was afraid I...'

'Didn't a lady ever cry while you were fucking her?'

'Not that I remember,' I said. And none of the ladies ever called it that either, I could have added. They obviously called a spade a spade at Justice.

She laughed again, twisted around, sat up, reached for a cigarette, lit it. Her face was calm and untroubled in the flare of the match. 'Do you want a cigarette?'

'I don't smoke cigarettes.'

'You'll live forever. So much the better. How old are you anyway?'

'Thirty-three.'

'In the prime of life,' she said. 'The dear prime of life. Don't go to sleep. I want to talk. Do you want a drink?'

'What time is it?'

'Drink time.' She got out of bed and I saw her put a dressing gown on. 'Whiskey okay?'

'Whiskey is fine.'

She went into the living room, her robe making a soft rustling sound. I looked at my watch. She had taken it off, the last item, when she had undressed me and put it neatly on the bedside table. She was an orderly woman. The luminous dial of the watch showed that it was past three. Everything in its time, I thought, lying back luxuriously, remembering other three o'clocks, the noise of the adding machine, the bullet proof glass, the bedraggled women asking me to unlock the front door.

She came back with the two glasses, handed me mine, sat on the edge of the bed, her profile outlined against the light from the bathroom. The silhouette was bold and sharp. She drank heartily. She was a hearty as well as an orderly woman. 'Most satisfactory.' she said. 'You were, too.' I laughed. 'Do you always rate your lovers?'

'You're not my lover. Grimes,' she said. 'You're a nice-looking, youngish man with good manners whom I happened to take a slight shine to at a party and who had the great virtue to be passing briefly through town. Briefly is the operative word in that sentence. Grimes.'

'I see,' I said, sipping at the whiskey. 'You probably don't and I won't bother to explain.'

'You don't have to explain anything to me,' I said. 'Sufficient unto the night are the pleasures thereof.'

'You don't do this sort of thing often, do you?"

'Frankly, no.' I laughed again. 'Frankly, never. Why - does it show?'

'Like a neon sign. You're not at all like what you look like, you know.'

What do I look like?'

'You look like those young men who play the villains in Italian movies - bold and dark and unscrupulous.'

Nobody had ever said anything like that to me before. I had gotten used to hearing that I reminded people of somebody's kid brother. Either I had changed drastically or Evelyn Coates was not deceived by surfaces, could see through to the wished-for inner man. 'Is that a good way to look?' I asked. I was a little worried by the 'unscrupulous.'

'It's a very nice way to look. In certain situations.'

'Like tonight, for example?'

'Like tonight.'

'I might be coming back to Washington in a few days,' I said. 'Should I call you?'

'If you have nothing better to do.'