The Tight White Collar by Grace Metalious Page A

thin wrapper and brushing her hair, when there was a knock at her door. She opened it quietly and Theo Justine stepped into her room.
    â€œKeep still,” he ordered. “If you make a sound, I’ll have you thrown out into the streets bag and baggage.”
    â€œWhat is it?” whispered Doris.
    Theo Justine leaned back against her closed door and his eyes grew heavy as he looked at her.
    â€œTake off your clothes,” he said.
    Doris stepped away from him, more in surprise than in fear.
    â€œBut sir,” she protested, playing for time to think. “I’m just a young girl. A good girl. I’ve never been with a man before. Please, sir. Don’t make me. What would Mrs. Justine say?”
    â€œShut up,” said Theo Justine. “I’m not going to hurt you and Mrs. Justine is in Bar Harbor. Do as I say. Quickly.”
    As Doris began to slip the wrapper off her shoulders she heard him turn the key in the lock, but he never moved away from the door. He stood and leaned against it, his arms straight down, his hands flat against the panels, and only the sound of his quickened breath betrayed the fact that he was in the room at all. Doris stood nude before him and as his eyes traveled over her, she watched him.
    The old bastard, she thought in sudden exultation. All he wants is a free look. Well, it’s not going to be as free as he thinks it is.
    â€œTurn around,” said Theo Justine and Doris turned slowly, letting him admire her and the sound of his breathing filled the whole room.
    â€œLie down on the bed,” he said and Doris lay down and put her arms over her head. She made her body curve, so that one hip was thrust up higher than the other and when she looked at Theo, he had moved his hands from the door panels and was holding his groin. Doris sighed deeply and moved a little on the bed and with one gigantic breath that was almost a sob, Theo Justine reached his climax and it was over. He turned and left her room as quietly as he had come.
    During the weeks that followed, Theo Justine came to Doris’s room more and more often and as time passed she grew more and more bold with him. She still followed his panting orders, but more slowly now. Sometimes she walked to within six inches of him and cupped her breasts with her hands and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs until they stood out hard and pink and all the time she watched Theo’s face. When she lay down on the bed now, she spread her legs a little and she said, “Come over here, Mr. Justine. You can’t see everything from way over there.” Sometimes she traced the outline of her dark triangle with her fingertips and said, “Aren’t you tired of just looking, Mr. Justine? Wouldn’t you like it all?”
    â€œAdultery is a sin,” rasped Theo Justine. “I’ve never been with any woman other than my wife since we married.”
    Doris smiled and moved her body on the bed.
    â€œBut you’d like to be with me, wouldn’t you?”
    â€œI can’t,” whispered Theo. “I can’t.”
    Doris laughed out loud and turned over onto her stomach, then she began to contract and relax the muscles in her buttocks until they quivered and she listened to Theo’s harsh whisper.
    â€œTurn over, Doris. Please turn over. Please, Doris.”
    She made him beg and plead, often until tears streamed down his cheeks.
    â€œWhat’ll you give me if I do?”
    â€œAnything. Anything you want. Just please turn over, Doris.”
    â€œA hundred dollars if I show you something special?”
    â€œYes. Yes. Anything you want.”
    Theo stood at the foot of her bed and Doris turned over slowly, very slowly. She drew up her knees and watched him and his eyes never moved from her body. Suddenly, she let her knees separate.
    â€œDo you like this, Mr. Justine?” she asked softly.
    Theo did not answer her. With a great cry he fell on her and struggled and