Rita and the hidden cam
Excitement, like an invisible electric current, ran through the room. The room was big, tastefully decorated in expensively modern furniture, and crowded with people. The people gathered were men and women. All were smartly dressed and almost all were drinking. The tense murmur of voices sounded above the music that was playing on the stereo.
The excitement mounted as the drapes were drawn shut, shutting out the moonlit night. The music was turned down low and the voices dropped to an anticipating whisper as the guests began arranging the furniture, drawing up chairs and couches so that they could sit comfortably and have a good view. All of the guests faced toward one end of the room where a small stage was set up.
It wasn't much of a stage, being barely big enough to accommodate a large bed and raised only a few feet off the floor. Black velvet drapes behind it and on the sides acted as backing. Anyone standing on the stage would be outlined sharply by the black, depthless velvet. Pencil-point spotlights suddenly stabbed through the gathering darkness of the room. The guests got themselves comfortable and, well fortified with drinks, they sat back or shifted restlessly, getting a clear view.
The room darkened and a communal thrill ran through the gathered guests for they felt safe -- anonymous -- in the dark. Unseen, they could behave as they wished without anyone objecting.
The excitement and tension in the room mounted higher -- it was almost something that could be felt and grasped -- as the darkness became inky, and the only light in the room was on the small stage where spotlights stabbed down and the black velvet acted as a frame.
A murmur, almost an applause, ran through the room as a tall slim figure entered and sat down front and center, facing the stage. Everyone present had either seen or heard about the shows that Hartman put on, and everyone knew they were in for a sight that most people would give anything to watch. One thing about Fred Hartman's parties: they were never dull and always fun! No one ever turned down an invitation. Everyone present felt they were privileged to be there and they all sat forward, craning to see what was going to happen next, eager to see whatever was going to happen on the stage.
The stage! It was raked, tilted, set at an angle so the spectators could better see what was going to happen there. The bed was bolted to the stage so it wouldn't slide off. The music was low and soft and suggestive, as the audience waited in the darkened living room of Fred Hartman; they waited tensely, becoming first quiet, then silent, as the music played on.
A quick, almost instantaneous gasp went through the guests as two men stepped out on the stage, smiling and squinting out. They were unable to see anyone, only a wall of blackness as they stood under the spots. The gasp and ensuing babble of voices were almost all female, for the two men were stark naked!
And they were muscular. Both were brawny big men with bulging biceps and thick forearms. Their names were Ben and Herman. Both men worked for Fred Hartman in various positions: as chauffeur, butler, bodyguards, aides, etc. They were, in truth, for whatever use Fred Hartman wanted of them. They were paid well and carefully selected for their positions. And now they were standing on the stage completely naked before his gathered guests.
The women in the audience set up a titter of excitement as they looked at the size of their penises which were growing erect even as they looked. Both men had big thick cocks that were veined and swelling out of their foreskins as they stood next to the bed. The reason for their sexual excitement was soon obvious.
A noise, a groan of lewd excitement welled up from the audience as an innocent, frightened young girl stepped out on the stage and stood looking out into the inky blackness with limpid eyes that were strangely glazed. It appeared as if the girl had been drugged. Indeed, she had! She had smoked a quantity of hashish in another room in order to get herself into the mood for what was going to happen. The hashish had willingly been supplied by Fred Hartman. In fact, the two men, one a blond and the other a red head, both had smoked with the girl. They stood looking down at her as they towered over her, grinning cruelly. They obviously were going to enjoy defiling her lush young body, and they could hardly wait to begin.
A general feeling of obscene permissiveness flooded the room. Guests hastily gulped at their drinks and refilled their glasses from bottles strategically placed nearby. Groans, moans and exclamations of lewdness were heard. Tiny coals glowed in the dark as guests lighted up hashish and marijuana cigarettes in order to intensify the feeling of wantonness that dominated the room.
Most of the assembled guests had seen pornographic films and exhibitions before; the mere fact that an obscene sex show was going to take place before their eyes wasn't the singe most important thing.
It was the girl, the girl standing up on the stage.
Sadly, as viewers of erotica know only too well, most of the girls who submit to lewd and perverted sex have something missing. Generally, they are not attractive, having a plain-Jane face, or a body that leaves something to be desired... or a twisted mind.
But not so with this girl. Fred Hartman had nothing but the best. The girl standing on the stage was beautiful. She was standing with her body completely covered from the neck down in a purple robe. Her face was incredibly lovely, having the fine, delicate features that smacked of good breeding. She had a mane of jet black hair that was long and crossed over her forehead, giving her a casual, sensuous look. Her nose was refined and thin, having just a hint of upsweep on the end. Her eyes were a pale intriguing blue and set wide apart and slightly tilted. Her mouth was wide and her lips possessed that full lascivious softness that was so enticing. Her chin was rounded and firm, and the complexion of her skin was healthy and a sensuous soft white.
She moved, standing between the two naked giants and, as she moved, another gasp went up from the crowd.
She was naked under the purple robe, splendidly naked, and the audience, their heads straining, caught a glimpse of a voluptuously full figure in the slit of the robe. The girl was smiling vacantly, her wetly parted lips laxly open as she stared off absently with glazed eyes.
"Begin Nancy." The words were spoken quietly, from the first row. It was Fred Hartman who sat with his legs crossed. He sat casually, a cigarette in one hand, a small brandy sniffer in the other. He spoke with a bored authority, yet his eyes gleamed dully in the reflected light from the stage. Anyone who knew Fred Hartman knew he liked staging shows, that he actually enjoyed watching women debase themselves. Some said he preferred the shows to actual sex. No one dared ask, for Fred Hartman could be a very cruel man once he was crossed.
But the girl on the stage! Men leaned forward, taking in her beautiful young face and the tantalizing glimpses of her lushly ripened body under the purple robe. Men whispered to one another and asked themselves the question: where did he get her? She seemed too beautiful and refined to be involved in such a situation. If this show was anything like the others that Hartman had arranged, she would submit herself to all kinds of sexual debasements. Where did he find such a beautiful girl to do such lewd acts? She seemed too striking, too well bred for such behavior. Men grinned to themselves. Her innocent appearance, good breeding, and stunning good looks only added to the excitement.
A hush fell over the room as every eye watched the girl standing between the two men.
The suggestive robe was slit all the way down the front, from her neck to her toes, and the audience got another provocative look at her body as her beautifully shaped white hands found their way free and she wrapped her fingers around the rapidly swelling shafts of both men's cocks. Slowly, she slipped their foreskins back like a sheath or glove over a hand.
Both Ben and Herman reacted together, reaching for and abruptly whipping the purple robe from the girl.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh."
The half sigh, half groan ran through the room and couples caressed each other lewdly as all eyes were glued on the brightly lighted stage and the girl who stood before them, completely naked now, her hands slowly and rhythmically stroking the cocks held in either hand. Greedy eyes took in her incredibly voluptuous figure. Her proudly upthrust breasts were two fully formed and rounded melons. They were heavy and suggested a firmness all their own, for they quivered softly as she moved. Her nipples were pointed and tilted slightly upwards. Her rib cage and waist were slender and her hips were full and supple, moving as if they were made of warm liquid and giving a promise of lewdly fluid action. Her thighs were firm and full and beautifully curved, matching her legs which were long and tapered.
Her whole impression was one of voluptuous pleasure and innocence, ripe to be defiled. Her stomach was flat and firm, and her mound of Venus jutted out temptingly, covered with softly curling pussy hair. Hot, half-closed male eyes concentrated on her cunt, on her two softly pouting vaginal lips that were so velvety rounded; the shadowy cleft between them hinted at all sorts of hot lubricated pleasures.
The girl seemed to sense that all male eyes -- and some female -- were staring at her vagina. She let go of the rigidly erect cock on her right and brushed her hair from her eyes. Then, as the audience breathed another collective groan, she jutted her swan-like hips forward wantonly, lewdly her mouth opening in a seductive smile that revealed even white teeth, as her free hand slid down over her belly and her fingers played in her pubic hair. She couldn't see her audience because of the spotlights and darkness of the room, but she seemed to sense their hunger. She smiled lewdly now as two fingers of her right hand played lightly over her velvety cuntal lips. Spreading her feet apart while thrusting her hips out licentiously, she clenched her perfectly formed buttocks tightly together, creating shadowy indentations on her ass cheeks. Her fingers slowly spread the pulpy lips of her cunt apart, revealing her wetly gleaming excitement. Again, a gasp went up and lewd moans came from various parts of the darkened room as the spectators looked at the girl's coral-pink cunt glistening under the overhead spotlights.
It was too much. So beautiful a girl so depraved and lewd in front of them. Several men in the audience had to be physically restrained from joining the trio on stage, and one female voice, hoarse with lust, was heard to say, "I'd like to fuck her myself!"
The two naked men on the stage began to manhandle the voluptuous young girl with a cruel kind of contempt. Herman, the big blond chauffeur, seized her wrists and spun her so that everyone might see her nakedly rounded buttocks that were unblemished and perfectly twinned. She rocked and undulated as Ben, the dark-haired butler and bodyguard, reached forward with big rough hands and began massaging her softly quivering breasts, which excited the crowd even more.
Her back still to the audience, the men made her bend over, forcing her down with their brute masculine strength. As she bent over and spread her legs to keep her balance, her buttocks were completely exposed, as was her narrow, hair-lined cuntal slit with its swollen vaginal lips. Lee men treated the girl roughly, each of them seizing a cheek of her ass and spreading it to show her tiny budding anus hidden deep in her fleshy crevice.
The audience was beginning to urge the threesome on, whispering obscenities as men and women caressed each other lewdly in the dark.
"Fuck her!" was hissed.
"Make her suck!" another breathed.
"Fuck her, fuck her ass," another said hoarsely.
"I'd give a hundred... no, two... no, damn it, I'd give anything to spend a night with her."
"Fuck her, fuck her silly."
"Quiet." The voice of Fred Hartman cut through the air that was heavy with cigarette and marijuana smoke, stopping all the dark-time talk. Couples lewdly caressed one another in silence while they looked at the stage with predatory eyes.
The abused young girl was suddenly freed by the men, and she whirled around on the audience, her voluptuously full breasts dancing as she turned. Her beautiful face was animated, and it was obvious she had enjoyed being so obscenely displayed in front of everyone and hearing their vulgar suggestions.
Her hands wrapped themselves around the rampant shafts of the now fully thick cocks, and she began stroking them in a lewd time, pulling the skin all the way back until she fully exposed their purplish mushroom heads. Both Ben and Herman began fondling and caressing her lushly ripened breasts. They got rougher with each passing second, pinching her nipples and almost brutally massaging the soft flowing flesh. Their hard hands were getting wild and running all over her naked young body, and she permitted them to do whatever they liked. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it as she closed her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and a pleased, dazed smile was on her wetly parted lips as she stroked their iron-hard cocks with both her hands while their fingers roughly probed at the sensitive flesh up between her long lithe legs.
Obscenely, she bent one knee and lifted the leg slightly, her weight on her bare toes, giving the men a better avenue to her cuntal opening. She grimaced half with pain, half with anticipated pleasure as Ben's thick forefinger forced its way up into her wetly throbbing pussy. He began sawing in and out of the lust-dampened cunt, his finger glistening with her lubrication.
Now the room was intently silent. The atmosphere changed from high-charged sexuality, to a silent, intent lewdness. Everyone watched as the girl jutted her hips forward and let her hips begin to pump, ever so slightly, in time to the finger sawing in and out of her wetly clasping vagina. Her hands were still squeezing the two cocks and stroking them in a lewd rhythm, as Herman grabbed her long, coal-black hair from behind and pulled her head back. Their open mouths locked together in a long lewd kiss. Their wetly hot tongues could be seen licking at each other as his big hands pawed and fondled her proud naked breasts.
The room seemed to be growing hotter, and everyone pressed closer to the stage as they realized what they were seeing: a no-holds-barred ravishment of a girl who looked like she belonged on the society page or in a Hollywood movie. The combination of her stunning looks and obvious sensuality and wantonly wild behavior was too much. Men made secret plans to abandon their wives and mates later on in the evening in order to get to this pagan girl who was writhing so lewdly in front of them.
The scene grew wilder and low animal moans came from the crowd as they watched the girl slowly sinking to the stage floor. The finger was pulled from the tight little opening up between her legs with a wetly plopping sound, as Ben and Herman slowly forced the girl down on her knees.
Actually, there was no need to force her. Willingly, slowly, tantalizingly, her hips pumping lewdly all the while, she knelt on the floor of the stage between the two men, still rhythmically stroking their huge cocks. Her eyes half closed, she turned her head and looked longingly at Ben's erect, brutally hard penis in front of her face.
The men shuffled in on either side of her, giving her little room. With a look of pure bliss on her face, the girl pulled Ben's thickly pulsating cock down to her half-open mouth and let her tongue flick out and lick its huge swollen head. Then, opening her mouth wide, she slowly guided the hot shaft of hard flesh into the warm moist confines of her mouth. Her lips closed down around the blunted head and her cheeks hollowed and expanded as she began sucking.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!" Again, a moan, a ripple of delight went through the room. Zippers were opened and male hands found their way up dresses as everyone watched the nakedly kneeling girl begin hungrily sucking on the penis as her other hand stroked the blond Herman's excited penis. Her head bobbed back and forth as she devoured as much of the hard flesh as she could. Ben's long pulsating shaft glistened with her saliva and shone in the overhead spotlight as the big bodyguard began to brutally fuck in and out of her mouth, his powerful hips pumping back and forth. With a loud groan, his hands reached down to tangle in her long charcoal black hair and hold her head in place as he began to jolt her with the force of his inward strokes.
Herman meanwhile contented himself with reaching down and caressing her nakedly quivering breasts as she sucked with eyes blissfully closed. The room was thick now with cigarette smoke and the pungent, sweetish smell of hashish. Couples were openly and lewdly embracing each other. The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air as men were drinking, a fever in their flesh as they watched the salaciously exciting spectacle up on stage. Clothes were being dropped hastily to the floor with a sibilant rustle as almost everyone felt the need to be naked. Yet every eye was on the stage and the helpless young girl who was so obscenely crouched between the two men.
The girl pulled Ben's wetly glistening cock from her mouth with obvious reluctance, her lips clinging until the very last minute then her tongue licking its underside lasciviously, before she snapped her head around and opened her mouth wide to take in Herman's long hard thickness. Her free hand groped behind her for the swollen wet cock her lewdly hungering mouth had just abandoned; it was slippery in her hand, and she fondled it's heatedly pulsating length as her mouth slid back and forth over the hot pole of male flesh with an ecstatic intensity.
The two men were aroused now to a near-violent state, and they crowded around her nakedly kneeling body, their hands massaging and roughly fondling her tender flesh. They seemed determined to do everything to this girl, and they were growing wilder and rougher with each passing second. They tried and finally succeeded in getting both of their hotly throbbing cocks in her ovalled little mouth at the same time.
They held her head tilted back, holding her brutally by her long hair as they stood side by side fucking into her beautiful face. People in the audience left their seats to press around the stage in order to see this obscene humiliation of the girl. Her head was forced back and her mouth was grotesquely opened wide as both massively thickened penises were crammed into her mouth. Wildly, insanely, she sucked at both of them, her hands cupping their powerful buttocks and pulling them toward her. Women panted and men gaped with open mouths at the sight of the voluptuous young girl sucking both lust-thickened cocks at once.
Then the men pulled away, pulling their hardened shafts from her eagerly sucking mouth and picking her up by her arms to throw her brutally on the bed.
The girl lay obscenely sprawled on the tilted bed, her ripe young breasts swaying before partially melting into her chest. Her legs were side-spread and each member of the audience could dearly see the hair fringed edges of her tight little cunt and how it glistened with lewd excitement in the spotlights. The scene in the room was explosive: anything could happen. A sexual heat was gripping everyone -- everyone except Fred Hartman who sat cool and calm, only his glittering eyes giving away his perverted desire. He wanted to see the girl, Nancy Dodge, degrade and debase herself completely. He wanted to see her humiliated in a way she would never forget.
And he was about to see that happen as his two muscle-men loomed over her. Their teeth were tightly gritted in animal lust and their faces showed the sadistic thrill they were getting. One of them, the blond chauffeur Herman, had started to crawl up on the bed, a low animal growl of savagery in his throat.
"No!" The voice of Fred Hartman was quiet and carried a great deal of authority behind it. Herman stopped instantly, squinting into the hazy smoke and darkness. Fred Hartman spoke with the weary patience of someone speaking to a not-too-bright boy. "You've forgotten the oil, Herman. You and Ben have forgotten the oil."
The two men exchanged grins, and Herman reached under the bed, coming up with a large bottle of clear baby oil. He unscrewed the cap and threw it aside, then held the bottle over the full sensuous breasts of the Dodge girl who lay so invitingly on the bed. He poured the oil over her soft naked mounds with their big bulleted nipples. Nancy, smiling lewdly, used her hands to smear the thick, glistening oil all over her stomach while a lewdly grinning Ben rubbed it all over her curving thighs and buttocks. He devoted considerable attention to the deep shadowy crevice between her ass-cheeks and to her widespread cuntal furrow.
Nancy Dodge seemed to enjoy caressing herself. She was maddened by lust or drugs or a combination of both, and she massaged her oil-sheered breasts rhythmically as she tucked her chin in and bent her head as both hands tried hard to hold one slippery mound up in place while her tongue licked at the nipple.
The audience groaned again as people crowded closer, sweating, intent on the lewd girl nakedly writhing on the bed, her body covered with oil and glistening in the light.
CHAPTER TWO
Fred Hartman's "parties" were always bizarre and unusual. He was a man who gave parties and had no friends. No one who knew him could say they knew him well. Even his employees couldn't really say they understood or knew him. Immensely wealthy, he traveled a great deal, going to strange parts of the world where tourists never dared go. When at home on his estate outside of Chicago, he was a recluse until he decided, without any apparent reason and without warning, to throw a party.
His parties were the talk of a select crowd of swingers and adventurers. Hartman selected his guests the same way he selected his girls: carefully. Some of his parties got wild and... if words got to the authorities... he could be in trouble. Yet... because they were so wild... people died to have an invitation to his estate. It was often said... and none ever disagreed, "You'll never forget a Fred Hartman party."
Why did he do it, why did he give such lascivious parties where girls performed and humiliated themselves in front of others? No one could give more than an educated guess. Fred himself was an aloof man who expertly parried any question he didn't care to answer. Still, the questions persisted. And, at this latest party, everyone was gloating over the oil-covered, stunning brunette writhing so lewdly on the bed, and they were wondering: where did he get her?
She was too stunning, too voluptuously beautiful in every way to be some tramp whore he picked up off the streets. Yet, she acted like a real slut. She was obviously enjoying her lewdness as she lay nakedly spread-eagled on the bed while Herman and Ben obscenely pawed her body, sticking their oil-coated fingers up her tight little cunt and fucking them savagely in and out.
The girl was virtually out of control as she undulated on the bed like some belly dancer gone mad with lust. Herman's and Ben's hands were all over her slippery body, and it was obvious that the sensual feel of the lubricant was arousing the two big brutal men to the exploding point. It was a wild pagan scene to watch in the hot room; both of the naked men were beginning to sweat under the spotlights as Herman finally got a firm grip on her slippery waist and crouched over her. "Fuck her!" a man called hoarsely and the cry was taken up by one and all. "Fuck her!"
The vulgarity of the group only served to excite the girl even more. Her ripe young body trembled as she spread her legs wide, obscenely inviting Herman to do what he wished with her. "Fuck her!" The cry was repeated again and again, and the girl shuddered with an unholy desire.
The big chauffeur crashed down on top of her, slipping and sliding off, crushing her voluptuously ripened breasts as he did so. His wildly throbbing cock was like a freshly cut tree stump as he eagerly moved his hips to get it in position. Men and women crouched low around the slightly upraised stage in order to get a better look at the fucking. They saw Herman's huge pulsating penis slip easily into the girl's lubricated cunt with an obscene sucking sound. They gasped and sighed as her pink vaginal opening spread wide and her hair-fringed pussy lips clutched involuntarily around the thick shaft as it slowly sank out of sight up into her tautly rippling belly.
The group was getting out of control now. The drinking and drug taking was having its effect. The obscene sight in front of them was too exciting to resist. Couples, men and women, were crawling up on the tiny stage and hands -- male and female -- were reaching out to caress the Dodge girl's oily body in every lewd way possible. Prying fingers wedged themselves between the chauffeur and the girl in order to pinch her slippery nipples. Other lewd hands fought to caress her oil glistening buttocks.
The pagan obscenely exciting sight was too much for many to bear. With loud groans of lewd delight, many couples began caressing one another. Women were stripping off their clothes and throwing them anywhere as they watched the big blonde Herman and the girl begin to move in savage harmony against each other. Herman's big biceps bulged as he held the slippery naked girl beneath him and fucked in and out of her wetly clasping cunt with all his might. His balls slapped lewdly against her upturned buttocks, and the girl's tight little pussy could be seen rolling inward with each of his vicious thrusts. Each time he pulled out to the tip of his lust-swollen cock-head, the girl's cuntal lips could be seen clinging to the thick shaft like a rubber glove pulled from a surgeon's hand.
Soon, though, all attention was on the stunning girl with the glistening body; she was fucking Herman back with an obscene abandon, her hips gyrating and pumping as if they were on ball bearings. She was bucking and undulating with a lascivious, totally wild abandon. She obviously was giving Herman the fucking of his life as he fought to hold onto her slippery body while the hands of a dozen spectators tried to caress her. Her mouth was open wide and deep animal moans of lewd pleasure were coming from her throat as her head thrashed-abandonedly from side to side. A look of depraved ecstasy was in her eyes as she stared off into the distant, unfocused, uncaring, as she fucked back with all her might.
The heat in the room was intense now and men were removing clothing, their faces sweating, their eyes narrow slits as they watched the lewd fucking going on in front of them. Tempers and passions were hair-triggered and the party might have turned into an all-out orgy right at that moment if it hadn't been for the voice of Fred Hartman.
He was calm, curiously calm, almost clinical as he quietly said, "Everybody get back." Some couples, completely carried away, ignored his quiet command. "Back!" His voice cocked through the air and even the horniest of the couples knew better than to disobey him. Incurring his displeasure meant being banned from his estate and having to deal with muscular Ben or Herman. Everyone withdrew from the stage to stare longingly at Herman fucking the girl with bloodshot eyes... bloodshot from booze and drugs and pent-up lust!
"We're not through yet." The iron-edge to Hartman's voice promised even more exciting things to come. The room was silent except for the wetly lewd sounds of Herman's thick cock savagely ramming in and out of the girl's hotly quivering cunt.
"Roll over, Nancy." Again, Hartman's voice was quiet and clinical, almost as if he were a scientist performing a complicated experiment. The girl, lost in her lust, wildly fucking back at Herman, her slim waist bucking as her hips lashed up to take all of Herman's big cock, didn't seem to hear him. He repeated his order patiently. "Roll over, Nancy. Get on top of him. Herman, help her."
The two obeyed like deranged zombies, rolling over while they still thrust and counter-thrust against each other's loins. They rolled completely over on the bed until Nancy was fully on top of him. She lay still for a second with his hotly throbbing cock buried deep in the velvety hot confines of her cunt. She rested, taking some of the weight with her arms and allowing the nipples of her oiled, ripely swaying breasts to brush back and forth over his heaving chest. The look on her face was completely depraved as she deliberately teased him by clenching and unclenching her cuntal muscles around the virilily hardened shaft of his cock. Then slowly, lewdly, she tightened her buttocks and rocked back and forth over him, wringing groan after groan of wild delight from the big man.
Men looked at her oil glistening buttocks with her twin ass-cheeks flexing and unflexing and their eagerly trembling hands reached out to caress her. Feeling strange fingers slipping and sliding in me oil, the girl, Nancy, slowly spread her legs wide in lewd invitation and raised her buttocks high in the air -- titillating just her vaginal lips by short little thrusts against the thick upstanding cock beneath her.
It was almost as if everyone knew what was coming, for the room was hushed. Couples whispered lewdly to one another as everyone withdrew a little. Hands were pulled back from the young girl's body in order for all to see what was about to happen. An instant kind of obscene communication took place as people pushed and wiggled into position to see what would happen to her now.
Without being told, all eyes turned to Ben who was crouched by the bed, a cruel, wild look on his battered face as he held his angrily throbbing cock in one hand and slowly stroked it back and forth. The awed spectators realized it was now his turn. One woman in the audience, half-naked with a man fondling her excitedly quivering breasts, moaned, "Ohhhhh nooooo!" as she suddenly realized what was going to happen.
The girl, Nancy, was slowly spreading her oil-sheered legs wide until she had to bend her knees. She paused again, a look of ecstatic depravity in her eyes, as she exposed her nakedly rounded buttocks to-a room full of strangers. Men and women caressed one another with hot impatient hands and breathed quickly. Murmurs -- low, lewd, intent were heard around the room. "Look at that... would you look at that... just look at her cunt... wouldn't you like to fuck that... just look at his cock in her cunt... just look at it!"
Everyone looked with half-closed eyes at Nancy's oiled buttocks as they slowly spread lewdly apart, revealing the tightly puckered entrance to her anus buried deeply and snugly in the fleshy crevice between her ass-cheeks. Her buttocks were undulating, rolling tantalizingly as they moved up and down Herman's huge throbbing cock which now was covered in her lust-crazed cunt. Each person in the room could see how his lust-thickened hardness spread the parting lips of her pussy so wide that they almost folded back on themselves, revealing the coral-pink inner walls of her vagina. Even as they watched, they saw her glistening cunt contract tightly around his thick shaft. Nancy was instinctively using her vaginal muscles to grasp more and more of his cock as her knees slithered slowly forward until they were next to Herman's armpits and her quivering ass-cheeks were high in the air, lewdly inviting Ben as she ground her cunt fiercely down on the huge pole of hard flesh sticking up from the chauffeur's groin.
Ben crawled up on the bed on all fours, slipping between the widespread legs of Herman and the girl until he was crouched over her upturned, smoothly oiled buttocks.
Nancy was moving as if she were in a dream, her mouth hanging open, her eyes glazed with lust. It wasn't until she felt the hotly pulsating head of the big bodyguard's cock pressing against her anus that she suddenly seemed aware of what was going to happen to her. Until that moment, she had been the only person in the room that was unaware of what was going to happen. The faces around her were watching, mesmerized, open mouthed and stunned by the enormity of what they were seeing.
They saw Ben holding his thick jerking cock in one hand, guiding it to where it nudged against her tightly clenched little anus.
Nancy's eyes widened and she appeared to focus them as she realized what was going to happen to her. She couldn't believe it was happening to her! Surely, her expression said, it wasn't happening to her! She froze in her obscene position, too frightened to move, her eyes wide, her mouth open. Slowly, she managed a smile. It had to be a threat... surely they wouldn't... they wouldn't do that to her... her expression changed to one of pure panic as she realized they did plan to humiliate her that way. Her head snapped around and her wide eyes stared blankly at all the dark figures pressed around the stage. She could only make out silhouettes as she frantically stared for one face: Fred Hartman.
She had to find him, find his shadow and plead with him. She tried to move but both Ben and Herman held her securely in place, their hard hands slipping slowly over her glistening flesh. "NnnnnnnOOOOooooo!!" It was a long lost wail that came out of her throat. The look in her refined eyes was desperate. She knew she was helpless and she knew what they were going to do to her.
The room was so silent that Nancy's frightened panting seemed like the only sound. The voice of Fred Hartman shattered the silence. His voice sounded odd; it was higher than normal, and he almost chanted the words. "Go on, Ben, fuck her. Fuck her asshole! Shove your cock into it!"
The words seemed to hiss and crackle in the air and a low animal moan of lewd delight broke out in the room as they looked at the nakedly cowering young girl all covered with oil, caught, pinned by both men in place with Herman's hotly throbbing penis shoved all the way up her cunt. The crowd watched, silent, fondling, caressing one another lewdly as Ben used the thumb of his hand trying to spread her slippery ass-cheeks further apart.
The crowd watched the girl, Nancy, quiver with dread as Ben's hands brutally forced open her tightly clenched buttocks, drawing them even further apart. Tears suddenly wet her cheeks and the crowd gasped as the burly bodyguard used his outstretched middle finger to tease at her tiny rectal opening. Sharply then, without warning, Ben rammed his oil-coated finger into her puckered little hole, driving it in up to the first knuckle. The muscles of Nancy's buttocks clenched automatically, and her anal passage gripped defensively at his finger like a closing fist. The pain she was feeling distorted her face and a low hoarse moan came from deep in her. "Pleeeeezzzz, nooooooo!"
Ben's face was a study in brazen sadism. As if to answer her he viciously reamed and sawed in and out of her anus, thrusting his finger deeper into the warm buttery channel to the palm of his hand, causing the helpless young girl to groan painfully, her refined country-club features distorted in pain. Without a care, he began fucking in and out of her helplessly exposed anus, obscenely stretching the warm: velvety passage in preparation of the greater entry that was to follow.
Finally, Nancy closed her eyes and was still, concentrating, trying not to think, only wishing it was over with. She was crouched flat on her stomach on top of Herman, her legs spread wide, her knees tucked under. She was completely defenseless, impaled on Herman's long hard cock that was hotly throbbing in her cunt and feeling Ben's thick worming finger send stabbing pain through her rectum. Tears stung her eyes and she found herself sobbing, begging for mercy.
It was as if she were talking to herself. No one seemed to listen. Rather, her pleading and crying only seemed to make the situation all the more lewd. With a long moan, a man next to the stage excitedly ejaculated all over the hand and arm of a girl who was stroking him.
Ben pulled his finger from the girl's tight little anus with a lewd sucking sound and aimed the lust-bloated head of his cock directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he had so agonizingly stretched and prepared with his reaming finger.
Once more, with difficulty, his hands slipping in the smooth Ben spread the squirming young girl's buttocks wide with his fingers, then slowly pressed the huge head of his angrily pulsating penis directly at the cringing little mouth of her back passage.
The crowd watched Nancy's pain-contorted face, saw her eyes gape as the brutally stiffened cock suddenly popped like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHAAAA!!"
Every eye turned to her nakedly upraised buttocks as she froze, screaming. Every eye watched the grotesquely stretched orifice give more, spreading obscenely, slipping like a glove over me probing tip of his thick rampaging cock. Everyone watched as Ben grinned wildly in triumph, and thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half of the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel with one vicious thrust of his powerful hips.
Her groans choked back into her throat as, automatically, Nancy fought for freedom from the depraved assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each jerk and twist of her tortured body, Ben's massively heated cock was sinking that much deeper futilely resisting anal passage. Beneath her, a lewdly smirking Herman thrust his hips upward, ramming his penis into the deepest confines of her pussy, doing his sadistic best to pin her in place.
The room was completely quiet as Ben leaned over the girl's defenselessly upthrust buttocks and drove his lust-thickened shaft through the last remaining resistance... going unbelievably deep into her tight little rectum, right up to his sperm-bloated balls.
Then, as people held their breath, as Nancy's face was distorted by pain, bow Herman and Ben started an almost maniacal fucking in and out of me helpless young girl.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHAAA!!"
The scream cut the air as everyone watched. No one made a move to help her as the two men increased the wild rhythm of their fucking. "Ooooohhh, God!" Nancy screamed piteously as she felt Herman's hotly throbbing cock pistoning deep up into her cunt from below, joining the other thick skewering penis sunk so deep in her rectum. She whimpered helplessly, both in the throb of pain and also in humiliation, sandwiched like a whore between the lewdly grinning chauffeur and bodyguard who were fucking her so mercilessly. She could feel everything more intensely now as they thrust deeper up into her belly from below and from behind with only the thin membrane between rectum and cunt separating their lust-hardened shafts.
The scene in the hot, darkened room was growing wilder with couples stripped naked. A man sprawled naked in a chair while a young girl crouched between his legs and lasciviously sucked his virilily hardened cock while he watched Herman fucking up into the wildly writhing pussy of Nancy. Another young girl hung over the edge of a stuffed chair, her buttocks thrust up, while a middle-aged man guided his thick shaft into her vagina from behind. He held the girl by the hips as he slowly began fucking in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, but his eyes were focused on Nancy up on the stage, in the brightly lighted bed with the two burly men.
Both Ben and Herman finally fell into a smooth rhythmic cadence that pounded the oil glistening young girl's body between them like a rag doll. Men and women were fucking and sucking all over the room as they watched their wetly glistening cocks ramming into the girl's wide-stretched genital openings like high-powered punch drills. People sprawled on couches and on the floor as they watched the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Herman's penis on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly back inside her cunt as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. Everyone watched Ben's thick hardened cock pulling out of her backside, drawing the tight ridges of her tightly clenched anus with it, then wetly ramming back up into her until his cum-filled balls were wedged hard up into the softly yielding cheeks of her buttocks.
Then, as everyone in the room watched her pain-twisted young face, a change gradually began to occur. It was as if the very thought of being so brutally fucked by two men at the same time was finally beginning to result in some masochistic overtones of pleasure. Couples stopped their obscene fucking and sucking to watch what was happening.
A strange look came over the naked girl's face, and a low ecstatic moan trembled from her lips. Involuntarily, her oil-gleaming buttocks began to undulate, and from the pleased expressions on the men's faces, she obviously was clenching fist-like with her cuntal and anal muscles at the hard, lust-driven rods of flesh pummeling into her.
"Jesus Christ," a man's voice whispered, softly, but everyone in the room heard him, "Jesus, she likes it!"
"Likes it?" another male voice retorted, "hell, she loves it! Look at the fucking bitch!"
Nancy heard the obscene comments and it intensified the wild sensations which were growing inside her belly. Winces of pain on her sweat-streaked young face were being replaced by rapturous moans. "Oh God, fuck it, fuck it, pleeeezzz..." she grunted thickly to each continuing thrust they made into her heatedly quivering cunt and anus. Her expression soon became ecstatic, and she obviously enjoyed hearing her own lewd implorings. Indeed, the words coming from one so beautiful were doubly arousing to the audience as well. Everyone in the room wanted to see this elegant girl humiliated even further; both men and women wanted to see and hear her beg for it.
Herman and Ben went wild at her words, thrusting into her without mercy, yet she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into her, until all three began to moan in strange unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon.
The room was going wild now. People pressed around the small stage, crawling up onto it and putting their hands on her oil-coated body again. Fingers slipped and slid over her lush young breasts that danced and trembled beneath her kneeling body as she bucked and writhed in complete abandon. Hands caressed her body wherever they could and Nancy threw back her head and moaned. "Aaaaahhh! God, yes! I can feel your cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeee! God, hurt meeee! Oh God, keep fucking... keep fucking... keep fucking... keep FUCKING!!" she cried out, egging them on now, as the wildly ecstatic sensations of lewd pleasure became too much for her and shorted out her reason and inhibitions. Hands were all over her nakedly voluptuous body... on and on it went in an insanely rising crescendo... the hungry fingers playing like lecherous insects all over her firm young flesh... the merciless fucking she was receiving in wildly palpitating cunt and rectum from above and below... and suddenly, out of the shadows, there was a hotly throbbing cock brushing across her lips... cocks were all around her... penises were jerking and exploding white hot cum all over her oiled body. Her eyes closed in masochistic glee. This was the final obscene humiliation as she felt jets of warmly foaming sperm shooting all over her as other hands caressed her obscenely.
"Fill me! Now! Oh God fill me now with your cum! Shoot it into me together!" she wailed like a lost banshee, as she writhed and undulated between the chauffeur and bodyguard like a belly dancer gone mad.
Then the three of them were writhing wildly and shouting obscene pleas at each other, and she felt a hot boiling river of sperm shoot deep up into her rectum as her own orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of feeling jetting through her. The convulsing young girl could feel every throbbing pulsation of the madly jerking cocks inside her as both of them were now spewing out their white hot cum deeply into her rectum and boiling cunt.
She crouched over the chauffeur's powerful body, still thrusting his huge cock up into her rejoicing young cunt, and let Ben fill her bowels with his hot sperm until it overflowed and ran down between her quivering ass cheeks to splash against Herman's balls below. Her face twisted in an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy that overwhelmed her and made her go limp.
But it was far from over. She was gasping for air and utterly limp as Ben pulled painfully out of her sperm-filled anus and fell away. The wild hands of a dozen strangers were pulling her off Herman who was moaning below her. The room was a scene out of a Roman history book as some one held Nancy's still delirious face in his hands. Sadistically, a look of triumph on his face, he rammed his heatedly pulsating cock in the young girl's relaxed, half-open mouth.
Greedily, her full sensuous lips wrapped around the head, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the strange penis. The man held her head in place as he began viciously fucking in and out of her mouth while Nancy sucked with an all-too-evident hunger. Men pushed one another aside to fuck her in her battered young cunt and rectum. Hands slid all over her oil-slippery body as they fought to grasp her... and some of the hands belonged to women!
In the middle of all this sat Fred Hartman, smiling slightly, coldly watching the complete and utter debasement of a beautiful young girl named Nancy Dodge...
CHAPTER THREE
The sky in the east was streaked with the first tentative light of a new day, and Fred Hartman's estate was outlined in cold gray early morning light. People, their faces haggard and puffy, straggled to their parked cars. Their feet crunched over the gravel as they yawned mightily and rubbed their bloodshot eyes.
Two men about to get in a car stopped and nudged one another. They watched, their stares impudent, their smiles brazen as they saw Nancy Dodge hurry to her car. She walked quickly, her head down, nervously fingering her car keys. The men watched her flaring hips undulate and they could plainly see her lovely buttocks seductively swaying under her dress.
One of the men started to say something but the other one touched his arm and shook his head. "Another time. You had enough."
"Yeah, but I want her name."
"Another time. I'm beat. Another time. There'll be another time."
The first man grinned and slumped down into the car, still watching Nancy as she hurried to her car. "Yeah," he agreed, grinning. "Man, she sure was something. I don't think I've ever had a better blow job."
"Nothing wrong with her asshole, either."
Nancy, hearing them, got in her car. Her lovely young face was crimson as she stared straight ahead and drove off the tree lined estate to turn onto one of the many highways leading into Chicago.
Only when she was several miles from Fred Hartman's place could she heave a weary sigh of relaxation. She settled back in her seat, driving easily with one hand while she lighted herself a cigarette with the other. She inhaled deeply on the cigarette, feeling it relax her. Her body was sore all over, and she was so tired she worried about keeping awake and driving until she got home. Driving along the highway, she looked like a lovely young woman, completely composed, on her way to some early morning errand.
But she was far from composed.
In the past three months, her life had changed so much that even she couldn't believe it. It seemed unreal to her... as if it were happening to someone else. Three months ago she didn't know Fred Hartman... or Tom Nelson. Three months ago Rita Nelson was her old friend who was newly married to Tom and drinking too much. Three months ago she, herself, seldom drank. Now... the first thing she would do upon getting home was to have a few stiff ones.
It would be a few drinks just to loosen up. And later... it would be quite a few drinks in order to get to sleep.
Nancy drove fast, smoking quickly and lighting another cigarette after stubbing the first one out. Vaguely, uneasily, she thought of committing suicide. She didn't like to think too much about it or openly admit it to herself, for she was afraid she might do it. She was afraid that she was going to take her own life. She even had a secret supply of sleeping pills stocked up. She had them in a little plastic bottle and, after she had drunk enough, she would find them, take them out, look at them and rattle them in the bottle.
Suicide seemed like the only way out.
Sometimes, especially after starring in one of Fred Hartman's shows, she thought of suicide and felt it was the only way she was going to get away from him and this double life she was leading.
Sometimes it was the double life, the modern, female, Jekyll and Hyde existence that got to her. She felt she was a split personality, a schizophrenic. At home, with Allan, her husband, she was one kind of person. And... when Fred Hartman or Tom Nelson called... she was someone else. With Allan, she was genteel and her elegant cool looks were just right when they were having people over. At home with Allan she was witty and the proper hostess. Then... when Allan was at work, at the bank... and the phone would ring...
Tears welled in her eyes and she had to slow down on the highway. She couldn't see where she was going and, for an instant, she didn't care. For one wild moment, she felt like flooring the accelerator and driving at top speed until she went careening off the road or hit something and ended it all. She choked back her sobs and swiped at her eyes, knowing she couldn't do it; she was too much of a coward and too much in love with life.
And Nancy did love life with a gay and appealing zest. It was the thing that had originally attracted Allan to her. It was part of her charm. Allan was quiet and thoughtful and conservative. Everyone felt, when he spoke, that his words were weighty and carefully considered. He looked like a banker with careful good looks and grooming and somber business suits. He talked like a banker. He even thought like one. All of this was to the good, for Allan was a banker. He was assistant manager of a branch office. He did his job with quiet devotion and the smooth determination that showed he was going to get ahead.
Allan and Nancy were a good combination, for what he lacked in wise-cracks and just plain impudent silliness, she more than made up. Friends felt that Allan kept her in line, while Nancy kept him from being a stuffed shirt. Their marriage was looked on as a good one.
And it was... as far as Allan knew.
Nancy whipped her car into their little driveway and heaved a sigh. Allan wasn't home. Bank business had taken him to Cleveland, and he wouldn't be home for at least another day. She was, for the moment, safe.
She got out of the car as quietly as possible. The hour was early and the sun barely up. She didn't want the neighbors seeing her get in at such an hour, especially old Mrs. Hunter who lived next door and had her nose in everyone's business.
"My, my, such a lovely morning."
Nancy stopped dead in her tracks and wearily closed her eyes. She was trapped by the cackling voice. "Good morning Mrs. Hunter. How are you?"
"Fine," came the voice in a spiteful tone, "considering what date it is."
Tired, but near home, near bed, Nancy summoned up a smile and turned to see the old woman standing in her yard in her nightgown with a faded old housecoat buttoned up to her neck. She was wearing worn old house slippers and a floppy sun hat. "The date?"
"Yes, the date." She kneaded her wrinkled lips for a self-satisfied moment before continuing. "It's the twenty-fifth of the month."
Dumbly, Nancy nodded, not knowing what the old woman was so maliciously getting at.
Mrs. Hunter's face turned suddenly pious as she intoned. "Roger. Poor Roger."
Nancy caught on. "Oh, your husband."
Mournfully, she nodded. "Dead twelve years and three months today. Dropped dead of a heart attack in an Optimo cigar store in the loop. Man who owned the store said he bought a cigar and keeled over. Never said a word."
"My, what a shame."
The old woman nodded and looked off, seeming to remember her husband. "He was always coming home at late hours, too."
The words stung but Nancy decided to ignore them. "Lovely morning, isn't it?"
Mrs. Hunter was too grandly glum to be deterred. "That's what he always used to say." She gimped close to the hedge that separated the two driveways, her eyes gleaming dull agates. "That's when I knew he was covering up." A dry laugh wheezed out of the old woman. "Oh, didn't he think he was clever, but I always knew. I always knew."
"Really?"
"He couldn't fool me. I knew. When the policeman came and knocked on the door and told me, I knew. I knew what he was doing in that Optimo cigar store when he died. I knew."
"What?" Nancy was completely mystified by the old woman's smug speech.
"Buying a cigar." Mrs. Hunter said it slowly as if she were talking to a child.
"So?" Nancy cocked her lovely head, her long raven hair sliding silently and hiding half her face.
"Well. You don't suppose I let him smoke, do you?" She looked like a wrinkled bandy rooster as she strutted behind the hedge. "I didn't let him smoke! No sir!"
"Oh." Nancy turned away to hide her smile. "That was certainly thoughtful of you."
"He smoked when he stayed out. I knew. I could smell it on him. He smoked and..." she leaned forward, whispering loudly, "and other things."
"Oh."
"Like staying out all night and then coming home with some kind of story." The old woman eyed Nancy in an accusing way.
Nancy hated her neighbor at the moment, but felt compelled to offer up an excuse for coming home so early. After all, she was guilty. "I... I had to go over to my parents. My... my father isn't feeling at all well." She stood in the driveway, biting her delicate lip, hating Mrs. Hunter and hating herself for using her father as an excuse.
"Mmmmmmm. Gone all night?"
A lie, once told, has to be embellished. "Yes, it got so late, I decided to spend the night."
"And how is he feeling this morning?"
"Better, much better thank you."
Mrs. Hunter smiled and butter wouldn't melt in her mouth as she asked, "And how is Mr. Dodge?"
"Fine."
"My, it seems he's away an awful lot."
Nancy drew herself erect. She looked at Mrs. Hunter with her elegant features growing cold. "I've got things to do." With that she spun on her heel and left the old woman standing in her yard, smiling and laughing to herself.
Once inside her house, once she was sure she was alone and wouldn't be seen by anyone, Nancy could let go. It was as if a dam broke inside of her and she couldn't resist any longer. She put her lovely chiseled features in her hands and heaved the first long sob. Moments later, blinded by tears, she stumbled to the bedroom and fell full length on the bed and cried hard and long. She sobbed herself out, crying until she found a weary kind of relaxation. She couldn't feel peace. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling with puffy eyes and wondered what, if anything, she could do about her present situation.
Nancy Dodge was being blackmailed.
It had all started off so innocently, so innocuously. One thing had led to another and, before she knew it, she found herself in an impossible situation where there seemed only one way out: suicide.
Now, she got to her feet and went to the bathroom, putting a cold towel on her face and sighing deeply into the cool refreshing depths of the towel. Her eyes avoided looking in the mirror... above all, she didn't want to look at herself. Hastily, she went to the modern kitchen with its vinyl counters and took a bottle out of one of the cupboards. Allan was beginning to be suspicious of all the liquor that was being consumed. Nancy had taken to buying booze out of the house money and hiding the bottles from Allan. She knew she was lying to her husband and she also knew that alcohol wouldn't solve any of her problems. In fact, if pressed, she probably would admit booze only made things worse. That wasn't the point. The point was... she needed a drink.
She poured herself a generous shot, almost half filling a drinking glass with clear vodka. She tossed the drink down as if it were water and stood with her eyes closed, her body braced against the raw cutting shock of the vodka hitting her empty stomach. "Soon, soon, soon," she murmured. Soon the vodka would take effect and she would feel a little numb, things would become a little blurred.
She didn't quite believe it when she was first approached about blackmail... it wasn't quite real... people just didn't get blackmailed anymore... there seemed so little reason for it. It had seemed, at the time, an elaborate bad joke. Surely old friends wouldn't take advantage of her. Surely old friends wouldn't trick her.
"Friends." Nancy said the word aloud like something tasted awful in her mouth. Friends. Rita Nelson was an old friend. Nancy trusted her; why shouldn't she? She was happily married, and Rita came back into her life with her new husband, Tom Nelson.
Tom Nelson.
First impressions. Nancy hadn't liked him when she first met him yet she tried hard to deny and submerge her first impression because she liked Rita so much and wanted Rita to have a good marriage... she wanted Rita to have as good a marriage as her own.
Tom Nelson. Young, handsome, social, glib, flashy. Yet weak somehow. There was a roll of petulant fat under his belt, and Nancy thought she saw a look of indulgent depravity on his face. He was in public relations and apparently was doing well. To Nancy, it seemed that he always had a drink in his hand or on his breath.
And he was too fresh, too familiar. Nancy felt she was far from being a prude, yet Tom Nelson was just a little too intimate. The first they had met, he had brazenly, somewhat drunkenly looked her up and down, taking in her sensuously flaring figure and letting out a low, long wolf whistle.
Nancy poured herself another drink and tossed it down, immediately refilling the glass. Her first impression about Tom had been correct. Actually, it hadn't been enough. If she had been really sensitive, if she hadn't buried her instincts in her happiness over seeing Rita again, she would have known or suspected that Tom Nelson was a vile human being who would sell out his own mother if the price was right. In fact, he would probably be out peddling her.
Tom Nelson was blackmailing Nancy.
To Nancy, Tom Nelson was scum, a man who would use and betray a friendship, an unbelievably evil and weak man who would do anything to gain an advantage... even sell his own wife's body.
Rita.
Rita Nelson, vivacious and possessed of a wild, sensuously wanton figure that was second only to Nancy's proudly upthrust breasts, supple waist, and smoothly undulating hips. Rita was now no better than a whore, doing her husband's bidding. Tom, starting his own public relations firm in Chicago, was a success, off to a flying start.
Grimacing, Nancy poured herself another drink and gulped it down. Immediately, she half filled the glass then decided she'd be more comfortable in the bedroom. She found her walk was getting loose and easy, the alcohol already beginning to take effect. She pulled the blinds closed as she ambled from room to room. If, later, she drank too much and started wandering around, she didn't want old Mrs. Hunter seeing her. She didn't want anyone seeing her.
Tom Nelson had a flock of clients using his services and proudly showed Nancy a big write-up he got in a trade paper: YOUNG REP STREAKS FOR TOP.
She had felt a surge of nausea as she read the article. It was true he was successful... it was true he had many clients... but that was all that was true about the article. The truth was... Tom Nelson was selling his wife's body for his own gain and profit. Rita was nothing more than a common prostitute. Madly in love with Tom, she did whatever he asked of her, even down to recruiting and betraying old friends. Tom Nelson was blackmailing her for his own gains. Tom, drunken and weak-willed, had his own genius. In ways that totally mystified Nancy, he had ways of finding a particular kind of person... like Fred Hartman... and somehow discovering his secret desires... like watching women humiliate themselves. Tom Nelson had a nasty, perverted knack for getting orgies going. In a comparatively short time, Nancy had come to regard Tom as the ultimate rat. Full of disgusting weaknesses himself, he had a nose for sensing weakness in others... and taking advantage of it.
She drained her glass, holding her breath against the shock she would feel in the pit of her stomach and decided the best thing to do was to have a shower and go to bed. She was bone tired and sore all over. She had a shower at Fred Hartman's... he was nice enough to give her a guest room, but all she had wanted to do then was get away.
The alcohol was beginning to make her yawn and stumble around. She knew she couldn't keep her eyes open much longer. As tormented as she was, she knew she simply had to get some sleep. Without looking at herself in any mirrors, she threw her clothes off, letting them fall to the floor. Later she would straighten the house up, later she would have it ready for Allan coming home. Later! Later she would be rested and she would think of what she was going to do. She knew she had to do something because she was only getting in deeper with each phone call from Tom or Rita. She was only getting herself more deeply involved in a lewd world of utter abandon with each visit to Fred Hartman's estate.
At the thought of Fred Hartman, despite her fatigue and drunken vagueness, Nancy shuddered. She feared him. She loathed Tom, but she was afraid of Fred Hartman, afraid of what he might ultimately do to her.
She showered quickly and wrapped her lovely body in a terry cloth robe and, yawning, eyes almost closed, she curled up on the bed and fell into a deep but troubled sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
When the phone rang that day a couple of months ago, Nancy had heard the familiar voice and knew who it was immediately: Rita Colbert newly married and now Mrs. Tom Nelson. Nancy had laughed. Whatever her name now, it was good to hear from Rita. They had gone to college together and, after graduation, they had drifted apart and lost contact with one another. Nancy was genuinely glad to hear from Rita, for she had really liked her at school. Warm, tender, a bit wacky and rumored to be "racy"! Nancy found Rita more sinned against than sinning. Rita liked to stay out late and have a good time. She liked to drink a little too much, but she had a good heart and common sense. Besides, she was the one girl she knew at college that didn't resent her stunning beauty and the way men buzzed around her. "Hell," Rita had cracked, "it gives me a chance to meet a lot of groovy swingers."
"Nancy, how the hell are you and guess who this is?" The voice was gay and kind of brazen.
"Rita! Where are you?"
"Here in Chicago."
And that had been the start of it. Nancy didn't, at that time, suspect a thing. She never knew that Tom was checking her out from the bar, seeing if she was right. They met for lunch down on the busy loop. Rita had suggested a place which turned out to be an expensive bar with pine paneling and leather chairs studded with brass nails. It was darkly lighted and the lunch was expensive and tasteful and it was good to see Rita once more. Nancy had noticed that a lot of handsome men and attractive women were meeting one another. Also, a lot of men were openly staring at her ink-black hair and stunning sensually full lips that contrasted so wantonly with her delicately chiseled features.
And Rita. Rita had changed since college. She was flashier, more heavily made up and... with Nancy trying not to notice... she wasn't above flirting with complete strangers. Twice Nancy thought they were going to be joined by men and ruin their chance for woman-talk. Rita seemed to be inviting it the way she looked across the crowded room at the men with that almost brazen smile and the way she wore her dress cut low... cut almost indecently low... so that everyone could get a good look at her firmly swelling deep cleavage that quivered with her every movement.
But they weren't interrupted and they had a chance for long talk and catching up on one another. Rita had married Tom who was an up-and-coming young executive in public relations. Rita yakked a mile a minute, telling Nancy of all the young people they were meeting, of all the parties and celebrities she was meeting. "And what are you doing?"
Nancy felt almost embarrassed; her own life with Allan was so dull by comparison. She apologized and Rita waved a hand. "Listen, I'm fascinated. Tell me all about him, your Allan."
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