american tragedy

Chapter 14

Chapter 110
Although Clyde's education is totally incompatible with this set, he originally thought that he would hate this kind of scene, but he is so lustful and flirtatious by nature, and he is too horny in terms of sex, So instead of feeling disgusted now, he was fascinated.Clyde was currently in high spirits with their plump and voluptuous bodies.He had finally found this sexy and vulgar beauty, naked, that money could buy.You don't have to overcome psychological insecurities or moral constraints to deal with any of the girls here.One of them was a beauty, in a red and black suit, with a dark complexion and a red ribbon on her forehead, who obviously knew Higby well, for she was already in the back room, accompanying the piano A piece of jazz music played wildly, and danced with him.

At this time Ratterer was sitting on a multi-colored chair, and a tall, thin girl with light-colored curly hair and blue eyes was reclining on his lap. Tapping the beat.And in front of Hegglund stood a German-Scandinavian girl, plump and beautiful, with her hands on her hips and her feet spread far apart.Clyde could hear that her voice was rising: "Will you spend the night with me tonight?" But Hegglund was obviously not very moved by this provocation, and just shook his head, so she went to Kinsella walked past.

While Clyde was watching and thinking about it, there was a rather pretty blonde, over the age of 24. She moved a chair, sat down beside him, and said, "Are you dancing?" He was nervous. shook his head. "Shall I teach you?"

"Ah, I don't want to be here."

"Oh, that's easy," she went on, but he still wouldn't dance, but he found her very agreeable, so he was quite kind to her.Then she said again: "Well, have something to drink!"

"Of course." He agreed boldly, and she immediately greeted the black girl who was going back and forth as a maid.Then a little table was set before him, with a bottle of whiskey and lemon on it, and at the sight Clyde was too startled and disturbed to speak.He had forty dollars in his pocket, but from what he had heard, the wine here cost at least two dollars a bottle.Not to mention, just imagine how he could spend such a high price to buy wine for this kind of woman! His mother and younger siblings are still living beyond their means at home.However, he still bought a few bottles and paid for it, but he always felt that he had been cheated, even if it wasn't nonsense, it was too wasteful.But since he came here, he had to bite the bullet and get through this hurdle.

Moreover, he saw that the girl was indeed very pretty, in a velvet evening dress with blue flowers on a white background, well fitted sandals and stockings, blue earrings in her ears, neck, shoulders and The arms are full and shiny.The most disturbing thing was that her bodice was cut so low that he hardly dared to look there.Her cheeks and lips were painted with rouge and lipstick, the obvious marks of a whore.But she doesn't seem so wild, in fact, quite human.She also kept looking into his deep, restless black eyes with considerable interest.

"You work at Greene Davidson too, don't you?" she asked.

Clyde replied, "Yes", as if he was not unfamiliar with the set.He seemed used to such places and such scenes. "how do you know?"

She replied, "I know Oscar Hegglund. He comes here a lot. Is he your friend?"

"Yes, that is to say, he worked with me in that restaurant."

"But you haven't been here yet."

Clyde hastily said "No," but wondered why she said he hadn't been here?

"I don't think you've been here. I've seen most of the other boys, but I've never seen you. You haven't been in the restaurant long, have you?"

"Soon, so what?" He was a little disgusted with this sentence. When he spoke, the skin of his eyebrows and forehead moved up and down. Whenever he was nervous or meditating, he couldn't help feeling a little Tight and loose performance.

"Ah, it's nothing. I just know that you haven't been working for long. You are different from the other boys, and you look a little different." She smiled strangely out of intention to please.Clyde couldn't figure out what this smile and this look meant.

"Why is it different?" He asked her solemnly and confidently.

She ignored his questioning at all and said, "One thing I guess is pretty accurate. You don't like a girl like me, do you?"

"Ah, no, I like it very much."

"No, you don't, I can see that. But I like you. I like your eyes. You're different from the other little ones. Kind of gentler. I can tell you're different from them." .”

Clyde was very happy and proud, his forehead was still tightening and loosening as before.Maybe the girl wasn't as bad as he thought.She was smarter and a little more refined than the other girls, and her dress wasn't very vulgar.And she wasn't all over him like Hegglund, Higby's girl.At this time, the group is sitting on chairs or benches, with girls on their laps.In front of each pair was a small table with a bottle of whiskey on it.

"Look, who's drinking whiskey in there?" Kinsella exclaimed to those who were interested to hear him, casting a glance in Clyde's direction.

"You needn't be afraid of me," went on the girl, while Clyde looked at her arms and neck, at her too-revealed breasts, which chilled him and fascinated him. "I've been in this business for a while, and if I hadn't had bad luck in the past, I wouldn't be here. I'd rather stay with my family if I could, but they don't want me now." She looked gravely at the floor .I was chiefly thinking of Clyde, the inexperienced little fool, and also of the apparently considerable sums he had just pulled out of his coat.And I also think that he is so good-looking, although he is not beautiful and not very energetic, but he is very attractive.At the same time, Clyde was thinking of Esta, wondering where she had gone and where she was now.What fate would befall her, what misfortune would befall her? Who could tell? A sympathy came over him, artificial though it was, but gradually growing.He looked at her as if to say, "You poor wretch," but for the moment he dared not say anything, or inquire further.

"You people who come to this kind of place always have too deep prejudices against others. I understand your psychology very well. In fact, we are not as bad as you think."

Clyde's brows tightened and loosened.Maybe she's not as bad as she thinks.She's a dirty woman, that's all right, wicked but beautiful.In fact, he looked around the room every now and then, and felt that there was no one he liked more than her.She also thought he was superior and more refined than the other boys.She then poured wine for him and persuaded him to drink together.Just then another batch of young lads came in, and other girls came out to receive them through mysterious doors at the back, and he saw Hegglund and Rattler go ghostly up the stairs leading to the hall, and then It's gone.When the other young men came in, the girl invited him into a darker room at the back, where he sat on a bench.

Once she was settled here, she clung to him, touched his hand, then put an arm around his, pressed against his body, and asked him if he wanted to see the room on the second floor. Nice furnishings.He saw that he was alone here now, and that the girl seemed to be clinging to him affectionately, so he let her lead him up the stairs, into a small pink and blue room, and at the same time But he kept thinking that this was really his absurd and dangerous move, which might end in disaster for him.Maybe some terrible disease.What she asked him to pay, he might not be able to pay! He was afraid of her, afraid of himself, and because of fear of himself, he was so nervous that he couldn't say anything.But he went anyway, and as soon as he entered, she locked the door and put her arms around him, and then she stood in front of a high mirror, taking a clear picture of her whole body, so that both she and he could see, and then calmly said get undressed...

(End of this chapter)