Satin O'Toole was born Catherine Richardson, on a farm in a small town near Lawrence, Kansas. Sex was a major part of her life since her first sexual experience somewhere around the age of eight. She was a beautiful child and grew into a more beautiful woman. She acted in her high school dramatic productions and, after high school, spent two years to the University of Kansas at Lawrence as a drama major. Satin wanted a career in the movies, so she moved to Los Angeles. While she was one of the most beautiful and talented girls in her home town, she was only one of many beautiful, talented girls in Hollywood. She started earning her living as a cocktail waitress and soon learned that she could make more money after business hours by entertaining clients of the major studios and out of town business men in general. In the movies, the best that she was able to do were a few bit parts and an occasional job as an extra. Eventually she decided to give up her acting ambitions and her job as a cocktail waitress and concentrate on making as much money as she could, while she was able; being aware that there was no demand for aging starlets and no matter how skilled she was as a lover, it was her youth that was marketable. She remembered her father working on the farm day and night for mere sustenance and her mother slaving to raise their eight children and decided that if she ever married, it would be to wealth -no life of drudgery for Satin.
The newspapers had referred to Satin as a "high-class call girl," but she knew that she was much more than that. A call girl was a whore and she was certainly not a whore. Once an angry man had called her a whore. Her answer was "You ought to know better than that. A whore can't pick and choose her men and I can; and I don't choose you. So go and find some woman doesn't care who she fucks!"
The only time that Satin could remember when she wasn't in complete control of every situation in which she found herself was when she was in high school. During her first year, she was attracted to the captain of the football team. After he had finished with her, he dismissed her with "That was nice honey; now get lost, I've got better things to do." After she had finished crying, she resolved that no sonofabitch was going to use her again. If someone wanted her, and she didn't find him repulsive, he could have her -but for a price. And the price was going to be high enough so that he would know that he was purchasing a jewel, not some piece of meat. She genuinely loved sex; it made her feel complete, even if the feeling only lasted for a little while. She combined this with a pride in her work. She boasted that she could make a broom handle come if she wanted to.
Being raped had shaken her. It was not as bad as it might have
been had she been in some other line of work, but it had shaken
her. Someone had used her without her permission and without paying
her price. Since this guy was a nut, she could excuse his not
asking, but not paying was too much. It was going to cost that
bastard, and cost him plenty. And he was going to pay for that
bump on the head even though it was an accident.
Since William Fredericks had no previous record, his lawyer was able to arrange bail without too much difficulty.
When William was freed, his sister drove him to the May Company, where he picked up his car.
On route, Emma asked him what had happened. When he told her the whole story, she said "I know just how you feel."
"How could you know?" he said, more frustrated than angry.
"I do know! James and I were sick about the same time that you were, with the same kind of disease. When we got better, we couldn't get enough loving. When James is away, I feel so frustrated, that I think I'll die if I don't get some. And I know that James gets everything that he can when he's not with me. I don't mind his screwing other women, but I wish I had the same opportunity."
"Then you do know!" William said, a tone of relief in his voice, "I thought that I was the only person in the whole world who was so horny all the time."
"What are you going to do until Evelyn comes home?"
"I don't know," he said, with a tone of panic in his voice. "Not only that, but I don't know what I'm going to do when she does come home. When she hears what happened, she isn't going to want to have anything to do with me."
"Then don't tell her."
"She'll find out. It's in all the newspapers." Despite his feeling of panic, the thought of Evelyn caused him to get an erection." I feel so trapped. If I don't have a woman, I'll die and if I do what I did in the department store, they'll put me in jail for the rest of my life."
Emma put her hand in Fredericks lap and stroked him; "Don't worry, Willy, I won't let anything happen to you. The least a sister can do is try to keep her brother out of jail."
After he picked up his car, Emma followed him home and spent the
rest of the afternoon with him. She promised to return in the
morning and fix his breakfast. "I'm sure that James will
understand," she said, "when I tell him that you feel
the same way as we do. Maybe he knows some nice girl who will
help you out. I sure wouldn't want you going to prostitutes and
catching some disease."
A week after the incident at the May Company, at eight in the evening, William Fredericks received a phone call:
"This is Satin O'Toole," the voice crooned.
"Who?" he asked, not believing his ears.
"Satin O'Toole, your May Company lover. You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"No, of course not. What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you."
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"
"Not over the phone. Can you meet me somewhere?"
"I don't know; my lawyer told me not to talk to anyone."
"After what you did, it's the least you can do. Besides, I have a proposition that may interest you."
"You mean you're not sore?"
"How can I be sore, you know the business that I'm in."
"O.K., where and when?"
"Tonight at eleven, at McGonigle's -you know where it is?"
"Yes, I'll be there."
Since his wife was staying at her sister's house, he had no explaining
to do. His earlier assessment of how Evelyn would take his escapade
was a correct one -she was deciding whether or not to sue for
At eleven o'clock, William Fredericks was seated in a back booth at McGonigle's Pub. At eleven fifteen, he was joined by Satin O'Toole. She was even more beautiful than he remembered her. If it wasn't for the consequences of his actions, Fredericks was almost prepared to repeat his May Company performance.
"Tell me, Mr. Fredericks, why did you do it?"
"Well, you're so beautiful..."
"That's not what I mean; you could have hired my services -you didn't have to rape me in public."
"I didn't know that at the time." He looked at her with the eyes of a smitten adolescent schoolboy. Satin was aware of all of this and was a bit touched -sort of like the kid she had first made it with. Still, she wasn't going to let sentiment interfere with business.
"For example, you could have me now, if you want me," she said smiling.
"How much would it cost?"
"Six hundred," she said, quoting three times her usual price.
"That's a lot of money."
"Not for you. For another four hundred, I won't press charges and that'll save you a bundle in legal costs."
"I don't have that kind of money with me, but I can get it tomorrow."
"O.K., rent a room at the Carlton tomorrow night. Register as John Garfield, and I'll be there at eight."
"Do we shake hands on the deal or do I kiss you?'
"For now, we shake hands," she said smiling. She was
beginning to like the creep. Not only would her honor be mollified
to the tune of a thousand bucks, but she might have another regular.
Besides, the publicity had been good for business -it had tripled
since the newspaper article. She was even thinking of taking a
partner; at least on the week ends.
On the following night, true to her word, she met Fredericks at the hotel. After the first quick one, it was non stop sex for the next three hours, then a few hours of sleep and more sex. She used every variation that she knew and he always wanted more. She thought that maybe she would have to get a partner to take care of this John alone. Before long, Satin lost her professional cool and got carried along by William's ardor. She had one orgasm after another and by morning, both she and her client were sated.
"When can I see you again," he asked.
"Any time you can come up with two hundred bucks."
"I thought that it was six hundred."
"That's just for the first visit."
"You mean that you charge like a doctor does?"
"That's pretty expensive."
"For you, lover, I'll make every fourth one on the house."
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