The Conversion

DESCRIPTION:

Marilyn is one of the most powerful women on Wall Street working for a company that handles mergers and acquisitions. There is something missing in her life that she can’t put a name to. She meets a woman, and for the first time in her life feels satisfaction and the thrill of sexual domination.



EXCERPT:

She ran one hand through the bush and used a thumb on the nipple. She never touched herself sexually, not because she thought it was wrong or dirty, but because she was never interested but now was wondering why she was standing in the bathroom naked and touching herself. She got the washcloth wet with really cold water and then dabbed her face and was starting to wonder if she had gone off the deep end when the cell phone rang.



“Dam,” Marilyn said scrabbling to find the phone in the suit coat.



“Hello.”



“What are you doing kid, are you at the office, of course you’re at the office. Have you had any supper yet?”



Marilyn picked up her blouse and covered up as if she could be seen through the phone. It was Patricia, her best friend since college and one of the top attorneys in the city.

“I’m not doing anything,” Marilyn said defensively. She almost felt like the one time her mother had walked in on her while she was exploring herself. Her mother scolded her saying that good girls don’t do that, and she never did again.



“What, are you all right?”



“I’m fine.”



“Well, if you haven’t eaten, then meet me at Cittais?



“Ok, I will meet you there.”



Marilyn touched where her mother said it was bad. It was completely dry couldn’t remember the last time it was wet down there or excited. While getting dressed, she remembered that the last time was almost three years ago at a conference for corporate tax accounting. He was at the bar, and she had too much to drink couldn’t remember if she enjoyed it or any of the details. It was the pattern that started in high school, get intoxicated first and then just let them do what they wanted, never thinking of her own needs or satisfaction. They were distant memories. There had been only one sexual experience in high school, and he never penetrated her, not knowing what to do with a virgin and one in college and there was Patricia but that didn’t count. It couldn’t be sex that was missing in her life; she thought. Sex was unnecessary and a waste of time. It slipped from her mind while getting dressed and shutting down the computers.



The maître d’ escorted her to Patricia’s table. A good-looking young man in a white shirt and tie came over and gave her a menu and took the drink order, a double scotch, neat. Patricia checked him out as he left. Marilyn just shook her head.



“When you quit looking, you quit living,”