When the lights came on, the room was in an uproar. It was crowded and smoky and people were shouting. Nancy felt guilty and embarrassed for having seen such a lewd film, and she tried not to look at anyone as she threaded her way through the chairs and people.
"More! We want more!" the cry went up around the room, mainly from men. The state and degree of excitement in the room was high. The tension was mounting as people milled about. Some of the men seemed to be looking for someone to blame. A man seized Nancy by the arm. "Have you ever seen anything like that?" he asked, his eyes wide.
Nancy saw that he was a little drunk. With a start, she realized that she, herself, had practically sobered up after watching the film. Dumbly, she shook her head and tried her best to pull away from the man.
"How do you suppose they get people to do that?" the man asked, still hanging on to her.
Nancy closed her eyes for a second and saw the whip snaking around the girl's slender waist and saw wild, bulging cocks, obscenely erect, jerking and shooting hot flowing cum all over the girl's face. And the face: rapture, ecstasy, depravity.
She shook her head again, more to get the images out of her mind than to answer the man. She felt she knew only too well how they got people to do that. The man's grip slipped from her arm, and she pushed through the crowd to be confronted by the red sweating face of Tom Nelson. He had a drink in either hand. He looked at Nancy and held out a glass. "Here, looks like you could use this."
Nancy took it without a word and drank half of it. Tom mopped his red face with a handkerchief. "I dunno," he muttered then drained his glass. He caught his breath then looked out over the crowd. "I dunno, I dunno if Chicago's going to go for this."
Dumbly, Nancy nodded. She still felt guilty and embarrassed by what she had seen. More, she felt guilty about what she had felt. Did anyone know? Did it show?
Rita, grinning self-consciously, pushed her way through the crowd. "Jesus Christ! How about that? Where's my drink?" Then she looked at Nancy's hand and said, "Oh, I see you got it. It's okay, I understand." She turned to Tom who was still watching the crowd, trying to guess or calculate its mood. "Honey, let's get the hell out of here."
Tom nodded. He handed Rita his empty drink and cupped his hands in front of his mouth. "FOLKS!" he called out over the sound of people protesting, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE BAR IS NOW OPEN AND SERVING FOR THE NEXT FIFTEEN MINUTES ONLY!"
His announcement seemed to do the trick. The mood of the crowd turned to grumbling and complaining, and there was a general push and crush toward the room where the upstairs bar was situated.
Tom, Rita, and Nancy let themselves be carried along until they came to the stairwell. They peeled out of the crowd, helping one another, and threaded their way down the stairs and finally out into the hot humid night of the great city. Despite the heat, Nancy heaved a deep sigh. "I need a drink," Rita said.
They hailed a cab and sped back to the loop where Tom knew a bar. The three of them said very little in the cab and bar until they all downed one quick drink and Tom hastily ordered another round. "Whew, that was an explosive scene!" Tom sighed.
"Explosive!" Rita's eyebrows lifted. "I was sure I was going to get raped!"
"Me too!" Nancy added.
"Of course," Rita said with a casual shrug, "I'm not so sure I would have minded."
Nancy looked at her disbelieving.
Rita drank again and pointed a finger at Nancy. "Listen, don't try and tell me you weren't excited."
Nancy couldn't admit the feeling that was still churning in her. "You mean you liked that?"
"Liked it? I don't think that's the word," Rita said, looking off as if remembering it. "The point is, it's exciting as hell."
"Exciting?" Nancy pretended to be shocked.
"Hell, yes. Listen, there isn't a woman alive who hasn't, at one time or another, wondered about a scene like that."
"Do you mean to imply you have?" Nancy was still acting shocked. In fact, she really was. She never suspected that Rita would be so honest.
"Hell, yes! Listen, that picture has a kind of evil genius to it because it gets at a wish."
"Wish?"
"Sure. Every woman has wondered what it would be like to be a whore or to be raped. Every woman has wanted to be treated like that. Just once. Admit it, haven't you?"
Both Tom and Rita looked at her face, waiting for an answer, and Nancy felt it turn crimson and she hastily drained her glass. Tom snapped his fingers at the waiter for another round.
Changing the subject, he shook his head doubtfully. "I dunno. I'm afraid there's going to be hell to pay if that thing plays in a theater."
"It played in San Francisco," Rita said.
"That's different. I don't know."
The conversation died out as they sat and drank, each with their thoughts. It wasn't lost on either Tom or Rita that Nancy had failed to answer Rita's question.
They drank with Rita being vivacious. "Jesus, I'm too excited to call it a night. Why don't we do something exciting?"
"Like what?" Nancy was grateful for the conversation, hoping it would detract from her silence when Rita asked the question. In fact, she had thought with considerable excitement about what it would be like to be treated so obscenely and roughly. Another involuntary shudder went through her, and she hoped that neither noticed. "I don't feel like calling it a night, either," she said, more to fill the silence than anything.
Rita lightly and playfully punched her husband on the arm. "You're the big P.R. man. Can't you think of something? Pretend we're a couple of high-class clients. Pretend you've got to amuse us. What would you do? Where would you take us?"
Tom smiled and drained his glass, ordering still another round. "Well, last week I took some clients out to Cicero. Sin city. They wanted to go slumming."
"Really?" Rita's face was aglow. She looked at Nancy. "What do you say?"
Nancy was dubious. She had had enough sex for one night. It was getting late and she already had drunk too much and done things she shouldn't have. Already there were things she felt she couldn't tell Allan… secrets it would be difficult to explain.
"Come on," Rita chided, good-naturedly. It was almost as if she were reading her thoughts. "We'll see the seamy side of things."
"I don't think so."
"Listen, you'll be in good hands with us and, what the hell, if you're going to be hung for a horse thief…" Rita shrugged and downed her drink.
Nancy drank along with her, grinning mischievously. She tossed back her beautiful mane of black hair and emptied her glass and put it down. She blinked at the two full drinks that were sitting in front of her. It was an exciting night… a once-in-a-lifetime night for her. She picked up her new drink and toasted Tom and Rita. Hung for a horse thief. Even in college, Rita always knew how to get Nancy going. Why not? It was only one night, and she was perfectly safe, and would never do such things ever again. Certainly not with Allan.
"Okay," she breathed and both girls laughed. "Where are we going?"
Tom was acting just a little drunk now. "Cicero. Lot's of strip joints. Actually, it's pretty tame compared to Scorpio Sex Rites."
Rita rolled her eyes. "You can say that again."
Nancy, beginning to feel the drinks heavily, giggled and agreed. "Wow, that was hot."
"Aha!" Rita pointed an accusing finger. All of them were a little silly and loose now. "See, I knew you were horny!"
"Well, so what if I was?" Nancy surprised even herself with her candor. They all laughed and Nancy shrugged and picked up her drink, spilling a little as she did so. "What the hell, I'm human."
"What did I tell you?" Rita asked her husband triumphantly. "What did I tell you? Didn't I say that my friend was all right?"
The three of them laughed and put their arms around one another and finished their drinks. Tom paid, tipping lavishly and drunkenly and they weaved, giggling and laughing, out of the bar, holding each other up. In the taxi, Nancy held her head and mumbled, "I'm smashed. I'm bombed. I'm going to be sick tomorrow."
Rita put her arm around her friend, squeezing her tightly. "Oh, honey, don't you worry. Listen, take two aspirin before you go to sleep and some vitamin B."
"Sleep? I'm going to pass out."
They all laughed. The long ride to Cicero was one of continual laughing and giggling. Nancy sat crammed between Rita and Tom. Both of them had their arms around her, and Nancy was feeling wonderfully naughty and daring. She felt she was going to remember this night for a long time to come. She didn't, at that drunken happy moment, realize how right she was.
They arrived in Cicero laughing and joking, piling out of the cab and staggering around on the sidewalk. One look told Nancy they were in a sleazy neighborhood. The street was lined with cheap bars with sagging rooming houses above them. Yet there was a carnival kind of atmosphere going on. People strolled the street. Drunks lurched along or else stood spraddled on a corner and delivered long, incoherent speeches. Music and laughter came from the bars. A patrol car silently cruised the block with quiet attentive policeman inside, watching, evaluating.
The bars were poor yet colorful. Dixieland jazz came from one, ragtime from another, as people spilled out onto the sidewalk, laughing and staggering, or couples pushed into bars that were dark… barely lighted… and groped along for a table or stool, watching one end of the bar that wasn't visible from the street. There, it was brightly lighted, and there one could always see a girl in various stages of undress. The block was renowned far and wide for its strippers, and they worked night and day, bumping and grinding it out, shedding their clothes until they stripped naked. Then, pumping their naked loins rhythmically and lewdly, they would dance off the tiny, brightly lighted stages. Into such a bar went Tom and Nancy and Rita.
Nancy let herself be guided in the pitch black. Tom had his hands around her slender, beautifully molded waist while Rita, behind her, placed her cupped hands high on Nancy's fully swaying buttocks. Nancy jumped when she felt the hands… thinking: aren't they kind of low? Rita's hands were virtually cupping the snowy twin cheeks of her sensuously shaped ass. Nancy could feel her warming fingers through the material and her flimsy panties. She reasoned, drunkenly, that it was only Rita, and it was dark and no one could see and… it felt good.
The small, dimly lit bar was crowded and the three of them found they had to stand at the bar. Most of the people in the bar were men and most of them were drinking beer from bottles and watching the stage at one end of the bar. It was a tiny stage, barely big enough for one person to stand and do a little dancing. The juke box was blaring out a rock tune, and a young girl was dancing up on the stage.
In the dark, feeling Rita's hands almost caressing her softly full buttocks, feeling Tom's arm around her waist and feeling his big beefy hand sliding over her stomach, Nancy permitted herself a smutty smile. She felt wicked and was dying to tell someone where they had been and what they had seen. If people only knew, they wouldn't be so interested in the stripper, if people only knew, the stripper would seem mild in comparison. Nancy watched the stripper with a calculating eye.
The girl was down to a spangled brassiere and a sequined G-string. She was very young and had a voluptuously slender body with a slim waist and big breasts that bounced and quivered as she danced. She was wearing high heels that helped exhibit her shapely legs and figure all the more. Her eyes and wet lips making a pouty expression, she lewdly thrust her groin out. Idly, her fingers toyed with the G-string. "Take it off!" a gruff voice came from the dark audience.
Slightly drunk, Nancy cocked an eyebrow. She leaned back and turned her head, whispering into Rita's ear. "Hell, I could do better than she is."
As if to answer, Rita gently kneaded the vibrant flesh of Nancy's hips and let her fingers slip lower to gently feel the voluptuous curves of her ass-cheeks and that velvety tingling place where her cheeks met up between her legs. Nancy felt as if her face was on fire as she slowly and wantonly wiggled her hips and buttocks.
Tom, feeling her lewd motion with his hand and arm, looked down at her luscious torso. Drunkenly, his eyes bloodshot, he asked, "Whatcha say?"
Nancy licked her lips. Her mouth was bone dry from repressed excitement. "I said I could do better than she is."
Tom looked blearily at the stage, at the young stripper who held the curtain between her writhing thighs and ground a rhythm out. "Hell, yes. Damn right!" he said.
The three of them laughed together, and it seemed that Tom and Rita were fondling her rather… intimately. Their hands were getting a little bold. Nancy laughed from tension and excitement. She was in a wildly drunken mood… the kind of mood she knew could end up in a sick headache or intense excitement. Something was in the air… it was no ordinary night in her life… she began dancing, her feet in place, only her body moving in a sensuous rhythm in time to the music. She let her magnificent hips do a bump and grind. Actually, she was mocking the girl on the stage, yet it came out as brazen and sexy, and Nancy swiped one hand over her eyes, amazed at her own audacity. She had moved like a slut, and the feeling she got from it was daring and… exciting.
Tom and Rita let go of her and pressed away from her, giving her a little room in which to dance.
Closing her eyes and running her hands through her long, coal-black hair, Nancy let herself go and was surprised by her carnal thoughts as she let her hips sway and pump lewdly.
It all happened spontaneously… none of it was really planned… Nancy began dancing and found herself carried away by the daring idea… she knew she was good and better than the girl up on the stage. She opened her eyes to see she was dancing in the dark, ringed around by tightly observant faces. Men were all around her… she saw their faces… saw Tom and Rita grinning… saw more and more faces turned to her as she danced. She danced with her arms held away from her body. Her ripely curving hips swaying with a liquid lewdness. The men watched her with tight, horny smiles. Here was a truly beautiful girl… here was a girl with a face and figure that looked like it belonged at some wealthy country club… here was class with a body that was nothing short of magnificent. The regulars on the block pressed around her. They had heard of girls like her coming to slum and staying to lewdly fuck all comers. Each of them had heard stories or seen such a thing happen; now, in front of them, it was happening once more, and they were all going to be involved in a night to remember.
It was obvious to everyone that Nancy was almost in a wanton mood and trance. She danced with her full sensuous mouth parted in a slack smile, showing her clean white teeth and wetly parted lips. Her eyes were melting and heavy-ridded. It was obvious she had too much to drink, for she swayed as she danced, catching herself with a lewd loose hip movement.
Nancy danced and the men moved, always a ring around her, always guiding her toward the stage. Nancy could hear the music getting louder and she moved toward the sound, running her open hands slowly up and down her lovely long thighs. The ring of men parted and Nancy saw the brightly lit empty stage. Her eyes were languid and smoky, as she saw the stage and slowly realized that the stripper was gone.
Her smile broadened as she boldly stepped up on the tiny stage and stood with her back to the audience, her hands tangled in her long hair. Wantonly, provocatively, teasing every man in the place, she thrust out her smoothly rounded buttocks and let them undulate and slowly rotate in time with the music. She didn't care much where the stripper was and assumed she had left. At that moment, Nancy wasn't thinking much… she was feeling.
She was feeling more lascivious and lewd than she ever imagined she could. Her proudly thrusting huge breasts were rising and falling as she panted for breath, yet she could not stop her body from writhing and undulating slowly.
She waved her broad, beautifully shaped buttocks at the audience then whirled around to face them, her back arched, her proud young breasts thrust out, and slowly, obscenely thrust her pelvis out at the men.
A film of perspiration was on her face and her smile was lewd and easy, her eyes unfocused, her mind awhirl with pulsating feeling and drunken daring. Her brassiere barely covered her huge melon-round breasts, and every man looked, realizing it was all real: she looked even better than when dressed.
Nancy closed her eyes as her body swayed rhythmically in time to the music. Her pelvis pumped lazily back and forth in a parody of stand-up fucking as she slowly reached and slipped one brassiere strap off her shoulder.
At the bar, Tom whispered something hastily in Rita's ear and she dug in her purse, coming up with a miniature camera. Tom was all action, checking the camera quickly, no longer so "drunk" as he had seemed. He was unobtrusive as he raised the tiny camera to one eye, squinted, and clicked off a picture.
On the tiny stage, Nancy was all sensuous motion. Her hips moved freely in a wanton way. Both of the thin black straps of her brassiere were slipped off her shoulders. She reached behind herself with both hands, her fingers toying with the hook. Her ripely rounded breasts were forced to jut out even more above her incredibly slender waist and lasciviously flaring hips.
The clasp popped free and her brassiere leaped forward, her breasts actually seeming to swell in pride and freedom. Her hands caught the flimsy brassiere and she held it for a long tantalizing moment before taking her hands away… Ietting it fall silently to the floor.
The men pressed tighter around the stage now as Nancy closed her eyes and lifted her arms, letting her fingers tangle in her ink-black hair and also raising her out thrust breasts even more. She danced in lewd rhythm to the music while Tom clicked pictures of her naked to the waist. All the men were looking at her naked breasts, at her darkly pointed nipples that were growing even more bulleted, betraying the sexual excitement she was feeling. Her nervous hands tried to cover them up and all she succeeded in doing was making herself all the more provocative. Her hands cupped her breasts as if she were offering them to each and every man present. Beads of sweat could be seen forming on her shoulders and torso, and sweat snaked seductively down her deep cleavage, calling attention to how perfectly rounded and formed her big ripe breasts were. Men sipped their beer and licked their lips as their eyes stared at her lushly molded mounds of soft warm flesh.
Except for the blaring music, the room was silent now. The bartenders had stopped serving and crammed down to one end of the bar to watch the stunning young woman on the stage. The place was packed with people coming in from the sidewalk, sensing something special was going on.
And Nancy knew it! She stood up on the little stage and felt a lewd power and a strange pleasurable sense of humiliation, baring her breasts to strange men who only thought of carnal things. It was exciting and oddly satisfying. Nancy felt she had them in her power, and a wildly wanton voice in her was urging her on. Smiling, her eyes half-closed, she let her hands slip down to her waist, to where her dress was bunched and gathered. Wiggling her hips lewdly, thrusting her pelvis out in wild time to the music, she shimmied out of the dress. She peeled and rolled it over her wide hips until it fell free to the floor and then she stepped out of it, wearing nothing but high heels and delicately gossamer panties. The panties were black and contrasted startlingly with her velvety white skin. In wiggling out of the dress, she had unwittingly pulled the panties half off and each and every man there could see how voluptuously she was built. Her little belly was delicately sculptured and defined, her hips swayed fully and easily and flared out excitingly. Her thighs were full and cubed sensuously. Nearly naked, Nancy was far more appealing than she had been with her clothes on.
Her eyes liquid and giddy with booze, she let her wet lips relax in a lewd smile as she danced, cupping her breasts provocatively again as she slowly turned her back on the tightly knotted audience. The men were not to be cheated, for they were seeing a new view of her buttocks. The flimsy black material of her panties only served to outline her snowy twin cheeks. With all her lewd hip movements, the filmy material had ridden up, being caught in the velvety deep crevice between her ass-cheeks, allowing her quivering, seductively undulating flesh to be freely seen.
Nancy turned again and all the men looked at her sensuously jutting mound of Venus and the thick velvet lips of her cunt pressed against the thin band of her panties.
Her eyes almost closed, her nostrils flaring, Nancy undulated in place while her open hands caressed her naked thighs. She crouched a little and let her hips pump obscenely back and forth while her hands slid provocatively up and down her long curving thighs. Her nakedly sweating breasts heaved up and down as she tried to work up enough nerve to remove her last bit of clothing, her flimsy panties.
The problem was solved for her. Hands, unable to contain themselves, reached out of the blackness and caressed her. Nancy jumped and moved back at first, then grinned lasciviously and let the hands do what they wanted. She raised her arms above her head and danced in place as wild hands fluttered like feeding birds all over her body. Brazenly, her breasts were caressed and then kneaded and pinched. Lewd fingers hooked into her panties and tugged at them, pulling them down.
She was suddenly naked!
She threw her head back, exposing her white throat and let her long black hair thrash about as she felt her panties down around her knees. She was stark naked in front of strangers! She felt rough hot hands all over her shapely buttocks while fingers pinched her nipples into a searing, obscenely exciting life. Callused hands probed at her gently rounded mound of Venus and roughly scratched at her downy pubic hair. A shudder of pure lust racked her lovely body as she felt one wild finger probe deeper, caressing her wetly throbbing cuntal lips, pushing them aside and slipping maddeningly back and forth in the lubrication it found there.
Her arms raised high, her head thrown back, Nancy's eyes were wild and wide as she realized fully what she was doing. She was naked and strange men were rapidly caressing her into an obscenely exciting state. Her mind reeled, the room tilted. Someone called out, "Watch it!" and hands were all over her, supporting her now. Tom was still clicking pictures as Nancy looked around with unfocused, uncomprehending eyes. The last thing she saw was Rita pushing to her side with a look of concern on her face.
Then her eyelids fluttered and she passed out.