No matter which television station you turned to, no matter where you looked, greedy merchants had already launched their Christmas advertising campaign.
"For the Christmas gift that lasts a lifetime, give your child a Polaroid camera, so simple to operate, even a six year old can take perfect pictures every time. . . ."
Or... "Come on down to Uncle Ralph's Santa store and see our complete line of Mattel toys. (Pause) Kiddies, bring your Mommy and Daddy down and show 'em our special shelf of non-violent toys. We have battery-operated flying saucers, Viking space ships. . .
And it wasn't even Thanksgiving yet! Moaned Bella Brandon, wiping her soapy hands on her apron and brushing a wisp of auburn hair back behind her ear. She snapped off the television set-the portable one she'd won in the Auto Worker's Local No. 37 Wives' spring lottery. It flickered and died just in time. Standing in the doorway, one shoe off, jelly smeared over his face, Bella's five year old son Augustine had heard the television ad and was getting wide-eyed over Christmas. On the last trip to Stonestown Circle, the local shopping center, the damnable store Santa Claus had pulled Augustine aside (conveniently outside of Uncle Ralph's Santa Store) and drilled the child on what he wanted from Santa. That had planted ideas in the kid's head, and now, everyday, every minute it was:
". . . . Momma, can I have a ten speed bike . . . ?" or, "Bella (he only called her by her first name when he wanted special attention) "Can I get a super flying saucer . . . ? They're only thirty-nine dollars . . ." And with those baby blue eyes of his peeking out from under swirls of honey blonde hair, who could look the child in the eye and coldly say 'no?'
His generous mother would have loved to promise him the world, but this Christmas would be a slim one. With Peter out of work on strike, they had been living marginally as it was, and now, in November, it looked as if General Motors Corporation wouldn't be settling with the union until the first of the year. The union stipend wasn't going far, and there were just so many variations on soybeans and peanut butter. Peter wouldn't think of applying for food stamps or any government assistance. Bored and depressed, Peter had managed to consume the meat grocery money on beer, and even though he did buy the cheap 12-pack that was always on sale, still it was an expense.
Augustine kicked off his other shoe and yanked twice at his mother's apron. Pouting, he asked:
"Momma, why did you turn off the tel'vision set? Yer fav'orte program is comin' on . . ." his blue eyes accused with a suspicious twinkle.
Bella playfully tousled his mop-like curls. This child was too smart for his own good! Chances were he'd heard those damanable Christmas ads and had come darting into the kitchen to see what else he could demand of the fat, jolly benefactor from the North Pole, the man whose reindeer's hooves he'd been listening for the past two years and had never heard. Perhaps, the five year old thought, he should be more demanding. Yes, Augustine was right. Bella was missing Secret Storm. Since Peter had gone out on strike in October, television had been her only escape from him. Ironically, now it was turning against her. If she could get Augustine out of her hair, send him across the street to play with Jody, she could watch the bean soup and keep one eye on the TV set. That, at least, would shut out the deafening roar of the Packers vs. the Vikings football game on the radio and Peter's beer belches as he lay on the divan, stocking feet up, gulping beer and reading the newspaper. He hadn't even bothered to shave in three days. Maybe he was growing a beard. She didn't know... that was about how good their communication was.
"Augie, honey, Mommie has lots of work to do. I don't have time to answer questions today, baby. Go on over to Jody's house and tell his mother we'll have Jody over tomorrow to play with you in your room. Okay?" she coaxed, reaching for his winter jacket that hung on a hook behind the kitchen door. She zipped it up, put his shoes on him, and guiding him toward the door. She kissed him on the neck, not wanting him to feel as if he was in the way, but knowing she needed her privacy too, that she would not sacrifice herself for motherhood. A martyr, she'd never been. Bella waved to him through the glass storm door, watching him until he'd safely crossed the street and disappeared into the Morgans' front porch door.
Then, surreptitiously, she turned on the television set, low at first, then adjusting it to a competitive volume. She peeked into the living room where Peter lay with one ear to the radio, one eye on the Detroit Daily. Peter crinkled back the front page of the paper, and folded it in half. It was only when she closed the door that he spoke to her, and that was in a yell. "Hey, keep that goddamned door open. A guy could freeze to death in here!"
Defensively, Bella put her hands on her hips and sneered back. "Put on a sweater then, or take out the garbage. Just do something!" The words were out before she could check them. Even to her own ears they sounded bitter and reproachful. Well, maybe I am, she thought.
Woefully, Bella walked back to the kitchen, turned down the flame on the gas stove, and stirred the bean soup with a wooden spoon, tasting the broth. She added some marjoram and sprinkled in a few more peppercorns to compensate for the inordinately small ham bone.
From the living room came a mighty roar. Apparently the Packers had scored a touchdown. The crowd's enthusiasm wilted hers, and she turned up the volume on the television set for the second time, feeling justified in her annoyance. Bella watched the well-dressed women on Secret Storm drink coffee and ruminate over lost loves. Always they seemed to be emotionally torn over somebody's business. You never saw them washing dishes or cooking bean soup, and you never saw them without their hair done and make up on. Yet, they were housewives, just like Bella.
Twenty-four years old, thought Bella ruefully, and here I am wearing a housewife's faded apron, cooking soup while my out-of-work husband loafs on the sofa. I didn't even bother to put makeup on anymore. What's happening to me?
She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the kitchen window, above the bottom window that had steamed from the heat of the stove. Reaching up, she stroked her face, pleased to feel that there was still beauty there: her skin was as smooth and unblemished as the day she was born. Soft and creamy, the envy of her friends. Then Bella stroked back her auburn hair, hair that sometimes was more red than gold, other times more gold than red, depending on the sunlight and how she wore it. Unsnapping the clip on her barrette, she let her mane of thick hair fall teasingly down her back; then she softly flailed her head gently to make it hang loose and free. Bella tried to remember the last time she'd worn her hair loose like that, freshly brushed one hundred times and free. Oh, how men used to love to run their fingers through it. Even Peter, uneducated, unaesthetic Peter had found beauty in her hair.
How long ago was that?
The twenty-four year old housewife stood there letting the late afternoon sunshine play with her image, reflecting. If she had it to do over, if she knew this would be her plight -living in a drafty old rented house on the south side of Detroit, letting her beauty stand on its own merits without makeup, without weekly trips to the beauty salon for a trim and Set, without this year's fashionable boots and gaucho pants to show off her fine, modelish legs, without even time to herself to go jogging or do exercises, to say nothing of lunch with her girl friends in a posh downtown restaurant -- would she do it all over again?
The decision was too tempting. Perhaps it was a blessing that the phone rang when it did, or bitterness and self pity might have set in, self pity that would put those insipid characters on Secret Storm to shame, make them cry 'til their thick, theatrical makeup smeared their faces.
Bella turned down the television set, just as another Christmas commercial started to blare two decibels above the regular volume. "Hello?" Cradling the telephone receiver under her chin so that it tucked neatly between her neck and shoulder, she stretched the long telephone cord over to the stove. She stirred the soup just as it began sticking to the bottom of the pan.
"Hi! This is Tammy! Tamara, dummy! How are you, Bella?"
"Oh, Tamara! Oh, I'm sorry. I was kinda preoccupied here . . ."
"What's the matter, Bella? You don't sound like yourself'?"
"Oh, nothin'.. ." But she knew it was a lie, she was downright depressed, the curse of the dowdy housewife, something no pep pill or diet could cure. ". . . Just busy . . ."
"Hey," Bella's ex-neighbor said gaily, "my brother is comin' into town. Did you ever meet him?"
"Un, un. . ." Bella licked the wooden spoon and set it by the side of the stove, on the Linoleum counter top, chipped with age.
"Anyway, he's got this super neat job working for somebody in the auto business, and he asked that I meet him later this afternoon. And I thought that since I hadn't seen you forever, you might enjoy meeting me for lunch tomorrow. Then we can join Paul and go out..."
Bella's eyes lit up... until she remembered the grim facts of her existence. Going out meant getting a sitter forAugie, that meant money...nor did she have anything appropriate to wear. She'd have to decline. "Gosh... I'd love to Tamara, but I. .
"I'm not going to take no for an answer this time, Bella. God! What's happening to you? You used to be so sociable! Married life got ya down, honey?"
Sometimes Bella resented how single people with freedom to stay out til dawn and the money to indulge on themselves looked at marriage as if it were a contagious disease. This time there was no resentment; just one hundred percent agreement. "Well . . ." Bella's voice lowered so that Peter couldn't hear - not that he'd bother to listen. ". . . things have been kinda tough with Peter out of work. You know . . . I can't afford a sitter, Tamara."
Tammy wasted no time rebuking. "What the hell! If Peter's out of work, let him babysit. God, it's time you cut loose from that house anyway. No excuses this time, Bella. I'll meet you at Adolph's at noon. Paul has something planned for us at night, so tell Peter we'll have you back before the sun comes up. See ya!"
Half smiling to herself and half scared to death to tell Peter of her plans, Bella slowly realized that she couldn't tell Peter the truth. A lie would be better than a black eye. Peter had never liked Tamara, thought her whorish and garish, not fit company for his wife.
And he was right.., in a way. Tammy had a warm heart. . . for anyone, and that was her problem. When Bella and Peter were renting a single bedroom apartment next door to Tamara (before Bella had gotten pregnant with Shelly and they'd decided to move into a 'spacious' house) Peter had all but accused Tammy of being a whore. Well, on a few occasions Bella had to agree with her husband's assessment of the blonde haired woman. Still, it was sweet of her to ask her out for lunch. She would go.
It had been a disheartening, depressing and desperate affair trying to put together an outfit appropriate for Bella's luncheon date with Tammy. Knowing they would be going to Adolph's, one of the ritzier restaurants in Detroit, Bella had wanted to dress well; but her basic black sheath just wouldn't cut it for the afternoon, not to mention its out-of-date style. Nobody wore sheaths anymore.
Two choices, Bella had told herself: either I can wear a dressy outfit and dress it down, or I can wear something simple and dress it up. She'd decided on the latter, choosing a mid-calf length black and white pin-striped skirt that buttoned up the front, and a simple black jersey sweater, the outfit Peter had given her for Christmas last year before the Auto Workers went on strike, when money was abundant. Money had never been easy to hang onto, but somehow it was easier then.
Three times she rummaged through her bureau searching for accessories, then settled for a paisley silk scarf (the one she'd found on the city bus) that looked daringly expensive, and the solid gold bracelet she'd inherited from her Grandmother. That she'd slip into her purse, not wanting Peter to see her wearing it; it was the only thing in the whole house that was worth anything, and for that reason, she'd never worn it.
She had let her hair hang loose and sexy, smeared layers of thick, black mascara on her eyelashes, and shadowed them with 'Seafoam Green' eyeshadow,
Now.., as she walked into Adolph's and joined her friend Tammy at a secluded table in the corner, far away from the pine panelled bar and its massive mirrors, she knew her efforts had paid off.
Several men were openly staring at her auburn hair and stunning sensual figure that only hours before had been hidden behind a kitchen apron.
And Tammy was looking fine, too. She was flashier, more heavily made up than Bella had remembered. She was the kind of woman who looked sultry no matter what she did. . . light a cigarette, raise a fork to her mouth, or just sitting unoccupied and blatantly available.
"Hi! Glad you didn't stand me up!" smiled Tammy as the waiter politely pulled out the chair for Bella to sit down. "Feel good to be out of the kitchen?" she teased, challenging.
"You wouldn't believe," returned Bella sitting on the edge of her brass nail studded chair, both elbows on the table.
"How's Peter?"
"Oh, just fine. He's taking care of Augie now."
It was a lie; Bella had dropped off Shelly at her mother's house, promising to pick him up by late afternoon. That extra half hour drive had made her late for lunch. And Augustine had cried, when she pulled out of the drive..
"Glad to hear you've domesticated him."
They ordered lunch: Shrimp Louis and white wine. Years, it seemed like years since Bella had dined in such fashion! Tammy's forced elegance and flirtatious manners seemed contagious, and so it did not take long for Bella to open up, to feel comfortable with herself, and to return comments from strange men.
Twice Bella thought they were going to be joined by men and ruin their chance for woman-talk. But Tammy 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 a long talk and catching up on one another. Bella confided her discontentment with Peter, his lack of ambition, her lack of freedom from running a household on a shoestring budget, never any time to herself, no new clothes.
"Just let Tammy give you a break, hon'," Tammy had said. "There's no reason in the world why a woman as beautiful as yourself should have to want anything."
Bella quickly interrupted, putting her hand on Tammy's arm. "Listen, don't misunderstand." She stared her friend in the eye. "It's not just for me that I want these things. It makes me feel terrible when Augie asks for new bikes and flying saucers and cameras for Christmas and I can't afford them. It makes me feel like such a. . . a failure."
"Now, now, babe. Something'll work out."
The discussion turned to Tammy. Recently she had taken on a new job, the nature of which was dubious, except that she worked two nights a week and supported herself in a high-style fashion. She spoke of several recent social events she'd gone to, of the exciting men she'd met, and of her brother. " . . . He'll be meeting us later. In fact, he's the one who got me this job," she grinned. "If things are as rotten for you as you say they are, I'll bet he could help you out . . . We'll see . .
Bella felt a tinge of guilt, wondering if she'd overstated, exaggerated her mood. Then, too, she'd felt dirty for leaving Augie with his grandmother, for lying to Peter, and for stealing out of the house as she had. Instead, she should have been direct, decisive, less of a wife, and more of a woman. But it was too late for apologies now.
Tammy appeared to not notice the dark shift in Bella's mood; whatever hint of depression lurked there was hastily erased by another glass of white wine . . . a full bottle this time.
"Tell you what, I have a hunch Paul's got something super planned for tonight! Some club I think," Tammy shrugged her shoulders. "You come along. Get loose and forget about your family. God knows, you need it... everybody needs it once in a while."
Bella smiled. A bit of partying and fun wouldn't be out of line. She couldn't remember the last time Peter had taken her out for dinner or to a club. . . McDonald's and Super Joe's didn't count. That was a family affair . . . an excuse for not cooking. This would be going out on the town, painting it red, getting loose and not caring.
Tammy caught her friend's mood and laughed. "A deal?"
"Okay!" Bella returned. Before she and Peter had married, Bella had been a social butterfly - going to parties, giving parties, being wild and free. Now, with just a spoonful of that freedom, she shoved aside the guilt, clearing her head once and for all of that inhibiting clutter.
It turned out to be an exciting afternoon and early evening. Bella slipped right into Tammy's mood of mocked boredom. They laughed a great deal and shopped in some of the better Detroit clothing stores, stores Bella had not steeped inside since the day she'd said, "I do. . ." It was a fantastic autumn day, not too windy or cold. Everywhere they went, they left a wake of turned male heads.
In the late afternoon it grew colder and Tammy suggested killing some time in a bar before it was time to meet Paul, her brother. They found a fashionable bar, hidden discreetly in an alleyway. Similar to Adolph's the drinks were expensive. Some of the men there knew Tammy . . . rather intimately, it seemed. Men came up to her and put their arms around her waist, grinning in a way that put Bella ill at ease. She didn't like the way they looked at her and her body, and asked about her. . it was like she was... something to be bought and sold. Even the male characters on Secret Storm or As the World Turns didn't treat women like that!
"You have to get used to it, honey You're a beautiful woman. You don't belong in a kitchen anymore than I belong in a nunnery." Then she laughed, rolling her eyes as if she were bored and disgusted with the whole way of life.
Bella forced al augh.
"Hey, drink up, you're lagging behind." Tammy jiggled the ice cubes in her empty glass and ordered another round from the waiter.
Bella couldn't help but notice how hard and fast Tammy was drinking. At lunch she'd had a half a bottle of white wine, followed by a couple of martinis. Now, they were drinking more martinis. Bella was beginning to feel the effects.
But it felt good to feel so free. Bella grinned at Tammy, showing she was feeling no pain and just a little wicked. It was fun, doing something different, meeting people who seemed just a little bit disreputable and racy. Home, Peter, Shelly seemed light years away. She was feeling excitable and just irresponsible enough to feel glamorous and jet-set, drinking away the afternoon in a posh Detroit men's club.
They sat, two extremely attractive women, drinking with ambitious men coming over and buying them drinks and flirting with both of them. They flirted with Bella because she looked so pure, and they flirted with Tammy because she reeked of sex, with her deep cleavage. Her breasts seemed high and firm, and men were wasting no time taking a peek into that perfumed valley.
Bella's good looks, fresh and clean, did not go unnoticed, either. Her voluptuously supple body sat proudly on the bar stool, exposing a peek of bare flesh where her front-buttoning skirt had spread open a bit. She sat with her long tapering legs crossed at the knee, showing a flash of thigh all firm and white. Invariably, after the men had inhaled Tammy's sexy essence, they turned to Bella.
At first, she was flattered and pleased with all the attention she was getting; but as the long afternoon wore and more drinks were consumed and cocktails began to stock up in front of her, she found the conversation turning a bit too raw for her taste. One man, whose name she didn't catch, was sitting next to her. Big, and older than most of the men in the bar, he had a gruff voice, and an assuming attitude. He put a sweaty palm on her thigh and squeezed it, hoarsely whispering, "Let's you and me go some place quiet."
Bel1a smiled at him with her elegant features serene and composed. "I beg your pardon."
"Fuck," the man whispered in her ear. "Don't worry, I got bread . . . I can afford it."
Bella reacted as if hit in the face with a wet towel. Surely she hadn't heard right!
"Come on. We'll get a couple of bottles of whiskey and a hotel room. Christ, I'll bet you're a hell of a piece of ass . . ."
The flow and company around her table suddenly shifted, everybody moving, like they were in a kaleidoscope. Drunk... Bella was getting drunk, and she pushed her drink away and upset two martinis on the table. No one seemed to mind, except for one man who suffered the brunt of her clumsiness: the front of his pants were sopping wet, an olive lodged near his zipper tab. But Bella didn't notice. She was trying to find the man who'd made the insinuating remark. She had a few words for him, words she only used on rare occasions. This was a rare occasion.
His words burned in her brain like acid sears through steel. He had been crude and vulgar and... and filthy. His words had sounded lewd and visions of a couple... naked ... in a hotel room was in her mind. She was shocked and indignant by what the man had so brazenly whispered in her ear. .. and, oh, God, help her... she was oddly aroused. No one.
ever. . . even Peter. . . had dared to speak to her like that. . . no one! His suggestion was obscene and insulting and yet, yet, she found a little smile paying about her sensuously pulpy lips.
"No more for Bella."
Bella tried to focus on her friend across the table from her. They were right. . . no more for me, she though agreeably. I have to get home to my husband and my child. My child. . . Augustine! Oh, God, I forgot to call Mom and tell her I'll be late picking up Augustine!
"I have to make a phone call, Tammy. Be right back." Shakily, she got to her feet, realizing she was far too drunk to attempt to call her mother. No call would be better than a drunken daughter making a fool of herself over the phone. Then, too, there was the matter of all this noise in the background. Knowing her mother, she would never hear the last of it.
Bella could hear rudiments of a conversation between Tammy and one of the men pawing her body rather boldly. "Yeah, we're gonna go to a club. Wanna come along?"
"Hey, let's go, let's go!" The call went up around the table, and somebody helped Bella to her feet. Somebody slapped down a fifty dollar bill to pay the tab, and it appeared to Bella that everyone was talking at once... muddled and confusing. She allowed herself to be guided among the tables and led along as Tammy laughed raucously and shouted something to her. Then they were out on the street, the cold bitter November wind lashing her face. It sobered her somewhat, sobering she needed.
The city was awash in light from cars and taxis, and people rushing to buses, coat collars pulled up to their necks, hunching against the approaching winter. Bella stood a little tipsy, feeling strong men's hands holding her up as she realized it was night! Time to be home cooking dinner and putting Augie to bed.
Laughing, joking, joustling, they all crammed into a cab. Bella couldn't see the man who'd propositioned her; apparently he was gone in the shuffle of drunkards going home to their wives.
The cab lurched along and Bella found herself crammed between two men she didn't recognize. She felt their strong warmth engulfing her, and she laughed at jokes she didn't understand, and made a few of her own.
Her mind, her home, Peter and Shelly were miles away.
The words of the stranger were still ringing in her ear. The very audacity of it! Was he married? Bored with his life, his wife, his home? Well, - maybe money didn't buy happiness, she mused, but it sure did help. If she were a man and had money, she'd do the same thing, she thought decisively. For the first time in her life, Bella Brandon felt her body wracked with an emotion that hit her with a fury and intensity she had never dreamed of before. She found every single nerve in her body tingling with a supreme lust. She sat in the crowded cab as if in a trance, her eyes looking into nothingness and slightly glazed, her red fulsome lips slightly parted and gleaming with heavy lip gloss, as she felt a lewdness throbbing in her pulse as she wondered. Could I have gone off with that man?
The answer was yes! Bella sat, feeling a massive throbbing pound rhythmically through her sensually aroused body as she sat and allowed herself, for a few reckless moments, to imagine... daydream... about what it would be like to be naked and alone with a strange man. More than that, to be naked and alone with a stranger like tha man who'd whispered in her ear! To be totally naked and at the mercy of someone who was coarse and vulgar and used her like a prostitute! To have some hairy man paw her soft naked body... to have them do obscene things to her. .. to be forced to do... things... to him! Oh God! It was all so exciting!
Then she remembered one minor fact: she was a married woman. But that obstruction was quickly erased, too, with a simple question. When was the last time Peter had made love to her? Not just fucked her after they'd crawled into bed, but really made love to her? Unbuttoned her sweater, played with the hooks on her bra, unsnapped and sucked her nipples to erection, taking the time for gentility and using his imagination. Using his mouth on her, making her ready and damp for his thick, hard penis, instead of thrusting it in with no warning - brutally, painfully?
'"Hey, what's the matter, baby?"
Bella turned, startled, to see the man crammed against her was talking to her. "Oh, nothing. Why?"
"You look funny."
"I do?"
"No brooding, okay? We all have husbands and wives. Ain't no big thing, so chin up, okay?"
They piled out of the cab in a strange part of Detroit, a section that was far away from any part Bella had ever seen. They filed their way into a small restaurant, dark and dirty, with a few Chinese scattered at bare-faced tables; Tammy whispered something in the cook's ear. He wiped his hands on his dirty chef's apron, and pointed the way to the stairway - through the kitchen.
The club was called "The Cellar" appropriately enough. The large open room, tastefully furnished in bright mod colors of oranges, reds, purples and yellows, was filled with blue hazy smoke, and small crowds of threes and fours gathered at round tables. Speakers carried the sound of a jazz combo playing off to the side in a makeshift orchestra pit.
Bella hesitated at the crowd around the door, but found herself being propelled forwgrd from all sides as they waded into the din of laughter and conversation and people standing elbow to elbow.
The whole club was filled with people as they inched their way deeper into the club. The air was thick and sweltering. Bella, still shaken from hew lewd daydreaming, tried hard to get her bearings. A drink was shoved in her hand, and Tammy was shouting in her ear.
"Hey, this is my brother Paul. Paul I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Bella Brandon."
Bella looked into the face of a handsome man; tall, lean and sophisticated, he was well dressed in a three piece pin-striped suit. The contrast was startling: Peter never wore anything but Levis and T-shirts.
Paul looked at her face, and then let his eyes rake her body, unnerving Bella, for it was almost as if he guessed what she had been thinking in the cab. He made her feel naked the way he brashly looked at her fertile and velvety 'vee' of her vaginal mound. Still, something drew her to him like a swarm of bees to a pot of honey.
He was not to be trusted, that was obvious. Men who looked like Paul could never be trusted. That's why they were never married and could afford to have their hair trimmed once a week and get a manicure to boot. Men who stepped out of fashion magazines. Men whom you only saw once - then they dumped you.
Bella giggled, realizing there were already things she couldn't tell Peter about. She could never tell him about the foul-mouthed stranger who'd offered to buy her body, she couldn't tell him about Paul's extraordinary fashionable appearance, and she could never tell him about this club.
People were pressed tightly together and talking and laughing and drinking and smoking. Looking about, Bella saw people touching one another brazenly, kissing one another, letting hands roam in places hands only roamed in private. Bug-eyed she watched with a strange kind of hunger as a couple kissed with their mouths wide open, their tongues wetly thrusting in and out of each other's mouths.
A little drunk, elated, excited with the heady party swirling around her, Bella had a gut-feeling and knew, intuitively, that something was going to happen. She looked about her, eyeing the round stage in front of the club with suspicion.
And the people. Bodies were all around her; faces emerged from the swirl and disappeared again. All the women were young, her age, and all of them were beautiful and well dressed. The men were generally older, but still handsome. People were dressed just a trifle too stylishly, a little too loosely. And the loose, almost insolent way so many people were acting... the way men and women pawed one another, that's what disturbed her, made her feel uneasy.
Tammy guided her friend by the elbow and shouted in her ear. "We have to find a table. The play's about to begin. Come on, I think Paul got us one."
"Play? I thought this was a club . . ."
"Silly. Come on . . ." Bella's martini sloshed over the rim of the glass as they elbowed their way to a row near the front, only feet from the stage. Bella watched Paul slip the cocktail waitress a bill, then give her a kiss on the cheek. The waitress flashed her eyes at him, tucked the bill in her bosom and sauntered away, not too fast for Paul to stop her. . . if he wished. But he didn't.
"Hey, this should be a hell of a play," whispered Tammy, poking Bella in the ribs. "Real hard-core on-the-stage kinda sex. That's why this club is literally underground. It's against the law."
Bella felt too stunned to say anything. Claustrophobia closed in on her. She had to get off somewhere... a bathroom or something... for awhile and think by herself. Should she be here? A married woman with a five year old son? The question demanded answering. This was a once in a lifetime chance to get drunk and roar it up with a crowd of strangers who would never see her again . . . or who would never recognize her with her hair pulled back and her apron on, cooking beans on a Wednesday afternoon and watching the soap operas on television. It was her chance to be invisible.
The temptation was too much. Bella's face flushed with excitement and drink as she tipped the martini glass to her lips and picked up the fresh one in one smoothly executed movement. Her pulse was pounding in her wrist with a measured excitement so intense it almost made her giddy! With a blink of amazement, she realized she hadn't felt this alive in years!
Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the talking subsided. A ripple of laughter and a few catcalls came from the crowd. Then everyone, Bella included, sat quiet and attentive, their eyes glued to the white stage curtain that glowed slightly in the dark. Everyone's eyes, that is, except for Paul's. His were riveted on Bella. . . a blushing Bella.
A murmur ran through the audience as the curtain on the rounded stage pulled open. Bella huddled. low in her seat, grinning with excitement, still feeling Paul's presence most acutely. She knew she was doing something wrong... being here with another man, watching a sex act. Somehow, it didn't matter.
Bella had never seen anything so bold and lewd in her life, when that curtain pulled open to reveal a girl with her hands on her naked hips. She had clothes on but very little, as she brazenly grinned at the audience. Her upper face was hidden behind a black mask, but the lower part, including her scarlet lips, were clearly visible. The girl was wearing a black cape that was thrown back over he naked shoulders, revealing her big breasts in all their rounded loveliness. Her nipples were dark and taut, tilting upward. Her whole body was naked except for a black garter belt and long black stockings that clung like silken flesh to her voluptuously fleshy thighs. She was wearing black high-heeled shoes and long black gloves, and in one gloved hand, she idly flicked a bullwhip.
The masked girl grinned at the audience and slowly, wantonly; licked her lips. Teasingly, the room whistled, as they eyed her jutting mound of Venus and her wedge of black pubic hair. Lewdly, as if on command, on cue, the girl ground her hips at the onlookers.
Bella watched, eyes wide, drink forgotten, as the girl's cuntal lips parted with a velvety spread permitting everyone to see the moisture glistening there that betrayed her obscene excitement.
Bella sat back to take in all of the girl's naked voluptuousness. Her breasts were big and high-riding and thrust out boldly. A cruel smile was on her masked face as she said, "Welcome to Nightmare Theatre. My name is Samantha, some call me Miss S and M. I shall be your guide.. ."
The masked girl turned, letting everyone see her nakedly rounded buttocks. As a light aimed at the back of the stage blinked on, the guide pointed beyond to a lushly ripened young blonde who was sprawled seductively on a bed. 'The girl looked so tenderly young... so defenseless! The masked girl strode across the room, all eyes following her as she walked to the bed. Her big breasts jiggled as she walked. Her whip hissed through the air and cracked above the bed where the blonde girl, who looked barely fifteen, cowered in real fear. The whip snaked through the air again,- snapping itself with an ugly crack right above the girl's nakedly trembling stomach.
All eyes lingered over the frightened child for a moment as she pressed her legs together and tried to huddle over, away from Sam antha's whip and the prying eyes of the audience. Again the whip hissed. Bare flesh was stung by the tip of the whip and an angry red streak appeared on the girl's snowy white thigh. "No.. . nnnoooo!" she murmured, and looked fearfully beyond the audience, cried out again, "Help me,someone help me!" Again the whip hissed angrily, and the girl gave a little whimpering cry.
Bella watched the rest of the audience as the naked young body jumped and recoiled, her ripely budding breasts jumping and quivering. The whip cracked, the child screamed in pain as another wild red welt appeared on her shoulder and arm.
"Do as I say!" It was the voice of the naked Sam antha.
The young blonde, her breath coming fast, her body trembling, her breasts heaving, closed her eyes and reluctantly nodded in agreement.
"Roll over on your back!" The whip flicked through the air and snapped like a rifle shot over the bed.
Obediently, the girl rolled over on her back, her legs tightly held together, her eyes shut tight. The audience seemed to gloat over her nakedly helpless figure and the two angry, scarlet welts on her creamy white skin.
Once more the menacing whip cracked its warning less than two inches above her fearfully cringing figute. "Spread your legs!"
Bella held her breath. The room was silent as all attention was strained on the stage. It was a delicious moment as the girl slowly, unwilling,
but afraid, spread her beautiful legs. Everyone could see the swollen velvety lips of her little pink cunt sparsely covered with soft curls of pussy hair.
Samantha, dressed in black mask and stockings, stepped forward, grinning at the girl. Again, savagely, this time, the whip snapped, and the fifteen year old girl screamed, her body recoiling. The whip was pulled away and a long brutal red welt was streaked across her little white stomach.
"I said open them wide! Spread them!"
Terrified, stifling her sobs, the girl obeyed, spreading her legs as far as she could. The cords stood out like velvet ropes along her inner thigh as she spread her legs so wide they trembled. The whip hissed another warning over her body and the girl cringed and bent her knees upward. Then she lay there, her naked breasts quivering as she heaved for breath, her legs split wide open, and the tears streaming down her pain-twisted face.
Now each person in the audience could clearly see the moisture making her slit glisten. Each person could clearly see that her tiny clitoris was erect and coiled with excitement - at least those persons in the front rows who leaned hungrily over their tables, staring as the rounded stage began a slow, circular motion. By the time the stage had made a complete rotation, there was a concerted gasp as everyone realized the girl was becoming sexually aroused by the terrible things that were happening to her.
Samantha was leering down at the cowering blonde. Reluctantly, taking her eyes from the lewdly tempting form of the child, Samantha walked to the edge of the stage, speaking to the audience with a twisted smile beneath her mask. "What you jus.t saw is sadistic. That girl behind me was forced to pose like that." The smile broadened. "She'll be forced to do many other things for you tonight." A look of passion went over the masked girl's mouth as her lips twisted in wanton excitement. And then everyone gasped as Samantha began to caress her own cunt. Her gloved fingers slowly spread her wetly glistening cuntal lips, revealing the coral-pink flesh that throbbed with each excited beat of her heart. Idly, she cracked the whip and grinned again at the audience. "What you don't know," she said, speaking to the audience, "What you don't know and should know is this. That girl, that young innocent thing, likes this." There was a barely audible gasp that went through the dark room that was rapidly getting stifling hot. Bella didn't notice the gasp or the heat. She didn't notice anything for every fiber of her being was locked in fierce concentration on the stage.
The masked girl grinned cynically. "She loves it. She asks us to do it to her. Remember, this is for your pleasure, too." Her grin was wanton and evil as she looked at the audience and asked. "Who is the victim? What is pleasure? Look at the girl!" Dramatically, she stepped aside and the audience saw, in the glowing spotlight, the blonde girl on the bed, her legs split obscenely wide, one arm over her eyes. Her ripe young cunt was swollen and split wide, the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks quivering under the strain. The girl's naked breasts were heaving in a barely contained lust. Samantha's voice went on while everyone stared at the girl's wetly ready vagina. "This girl likes being degraded. She's not an actress. She is my friend." Samantha's lips twisted mockingly as one gloved hand cupped the hugeness of one breast and velvet-covered fingers began pinching one taut nipple. "We learn to acquire pleasure through shame. This is no ordinary play. This is a play about a way of life, a way to pleasure. A way to. . ." and she hissed the word: "ecstasy!"
Bella Brandon slumped back in her seat. It was as if someone had kicked her in the stomach. She sat, open-mouthed, utterly speechless. She was watching two utterly indecent girls posing naked and mouthing all kinds of nonsense. It was obvious to her all the talk was only an excuse for much obscenity. Only that and nothing more.
Why, then, did it all make sense?
Bella slumped back, stunned with the tremendous truth she knew. It was real, the play she was seeing was real. Instinctively she knew that what the girl was saying up on the stage was the truth. She knew, for she felt the same way herself! Furthermore, she knew, divined, instantly, without anyone telling her, that what she was seeing was real. These were no actresses hired off the street. They were real, and what better humiliation, what greater thrill could One ask for than to do obscene perverted things in front of a live audience! What greater debasement than to know you were being awed at while doing wantonly obscene things!
The longing, the streaking sexual hunger was so strong in Bella that she was panting for breath now, her eyes fluttering half-closed. She needed air, she had to have air or she was going to pass out. Her half-empty drink tumbled to the floor where it stained her skirt darkly as she weaved up to her feet. She had to get air immediately or she would pass out. Desperately, she tried stepping out of the tangle of feet and chairs.
"Sit down, dammit!" hissed Paul, grabbing her arm.
"For God's sakes, Bella!" snapped Tammy.
Hands seized her and guided her back to her own seat where she slumped, her eyes half unfocused. Then they were opened wide. Up on the stage stepped a naked man!
Bella had seen men naked before. She had seen Peter naked several times, but she had never seen a man with a penis like this one up on stage!
It was huge! It was at least nine inches long and over two turgid inches thick. And right before her eyes, it was growing even larger. The man was stroking it lewdly with one hand as he stood next to the bed and looked down at the helpless young blonde with her legs still spread wide. He was stark naked and heavily muscled with a strong looking face. All eyes closed in on his huge growing cock and watched as he slowly stroked his penis to a virile life, pulling the slippery foreskin bag over the moist blue-pink head until the huge blood-gorged tip flared out.
The whip snaked out and lashed at the girl's leg. "On your knees!" the masked Samantha commanded. The young blonde girl scrambled to her knees whimpering, rubbing the fine welt on her leg, looking up at the man with frightened eyes. The woman in the mask and black stockings was obvioulsy enjoying herself as she smiled and ran one gloved finger up and down the length of her own moistly gleaming slit as her hips pumped provocatively and obscenely. "Suck it!" Samantha hissed. "Suck his cock!"
The girl quailed for an instant, cringing, eyes wide. Instantly the whip whistled and crashed across her shoulders, causing her back to arch as she screamed. Her breasts were thrust out tantalizingly as the whip cut across her back once again. The man standing by the bed, his lips twisted cruelly, shot out his free hand and grabbed the girl by the hair, holding her in place. She cried out as he dragged her closer, forcing her tightly clenched mouth to his huge pulsating cock that was heavily veined and swelling with an obscene desire.
The blonde girl resisted, trying to turn her head, and the whip snapped across her back once more, bringing a thin streak of blood welling to the unblemished surface of her creamy flesh, and she opened her mouth to scream, "Aaaaaaggghhhaaa! ! !"
Her cry was cut short as the thick cock was immediately jammed into her mouth, forcing it open wide, forcing her lips to fit around the thick shaft with a soft elasticity.
Both of the man's hands were cupped against her ears and he held her blonde hair cruelly entangled in his fingers as he brutally pumped his hips forward, ramming his long, hotly throbbing cock deep into the poor girl's widely stretched mouth.
Bella sat slumped, panting with passion. In all her life she had never seen anything so lewd, so evil, so brazen and wild . . . so utterly tempting!
Yes! Despite herself, she felt her own eagerly pulsating vagina was moist with a wild demanding lust. She didn't care what happened, she had to stay. She panted for breath and felt she was going to faint, pass out, but she didn't care! She was going to stay and see the play!
The audience leaned forward for a close-up of the girl's face as the massive cock violated her soft, warm mouth. The huge shaft of hard flesh was moving in and out of her tightly ovalled mouth like some great piston gradually being lubricated and glistening wet from saliva. The girl had her eyes shut as her wetly rounded lips slid up and down the lust-hardened penis that forced her young mouth wide. The man held her tightly in place by the hair and slowly, obscenely, and with great sadistic pleasure, fucked in and out of her mouth. The young blonde was no longer frightened. Her eyes had opened and everyone saw the lascivious look in her excitedly glowing eyes.
'Slowly, her hands reached out and caressed the man's straining thighs. The audience leaned forward to see a look of lewd rapture gradually coming over her face as her hands came up to her mouth. Lewdly, she cradled and caressed the man's cum-fihled balls with one hand while the fingers of the other hand tried to grip around the thick protruding shaft of his cock. Now she was hungrily sucking with her eyes closed in bliss, her hand stroking the shaft while her tongue twirled around the head in her hot, wet little mouth.
The room was silent as people watched with fascinated eyes and laxly open mouths. The natural heat in the room was supplemented by the growing passion as they all watched the overtly obscene act taking place on the stage. Samantha in the black mask knelt by the man's massively pistoning cock and the girl's head, and she plunged the fingers of her black-gloved hand in and out of her own pussy as she watched the lewd sucking. The girl sucked on the thick shaft of hard flesh as if it were the sweetest thing in the world; muffled moans of wanton delight came from her wide open mouth as her cheeks hollowed again and again in a growing rhythm that matched his fucking cadence in and out of her throat.
His massively thickened cock was so big that the girl could never take all of it in her mouth. Yet, as Bella watched, it became apparent that the girl was going to try the impossible. She knelt on the bed, her head held firmly in place, ;ucking with a greedy desire and taking more rnd more of the heatedly pulsating penis into her wide stretched mouth. Her hand urged him on as her fingernails dug into the tightly clenched flesh of his buttocks, goading him on to greater excesses.
The girl in the black mask and long sensuous stockings laughed and sprawled lewdly on the bed, her gloved hand massaging her own wetly throbbing cunt, spreading the coral-red lips wide open as she looked at the naked young girl's back with the livid red welt snaking across it. She paid particular attention to the young blonde's perfectly rounded buttocks which were pumping and churning thythmically as she sucked on the huge cock.
Samantha grinned lewdly and caressed the dhild's full sensuous ass cheeks with her gloved hand. As if to answer, the young blonde arched her back and thrust her buttocks out desperately, exposing her puckered little anus. Smiling sadistically, Samantha took both of her gloved hands and spread the girl's ass cheeks, exposing her swollen, wet pussy.
Bella felt a moan growing in her own throat as she saw two gloved thumbs move downward and slowly pull apart the wet flesh of the cuntal furrow to expose the girl's moistly glistening cunt.
Everyone saw the girl's cunt being held open, and everyone saw the ripe young pussy writhing and twisting with a lewd life of its own. Samantha smiled at the audience and licked her lips wetly. Then, with a sudden movement, her head shot forward and her tongue curled wetly up into the child's defenseless cuntal opening.
The effect on the blonde was startling. She was going wild, swallowing greedily as much of the thickly veined cock as possible, sucking with a voracious delight as her hips rolled and pumped against Samantha's mouth like they were on ball bearings. The girl in the mask slid further under her churning young buttocks, holding onto the blonde's hips while her tongue lashed and darted up into the wildly writhing cunt. The man increased his fucking of the young - blonde's mouth as she looked down and saw what the masked girl was doing. She was using one gloved hand to cover the young blonde's defenseless anus. Bella gasped as she saw one outstretched, black-gloved finger began probing for the elastic ring of the tiny anus, and finding it;' plunging - brutally and wildly in.
The young blonde girl, her head held securely in place, the huge cock more than filling up her mouth, could only make a faint muffled cry. Her eyes were tightly shut against the pain she was feeling as Samantha mercilessly violated her anus, jabbing her fmger in to the first knuckle and viciously twisting it around. There was no respite, for the impaling finger pushed in deeper and deeper, before beginning to saw lewdly in and out in rhythm to the masked girl's red tongue fucking wetly in and out of the girl's clasping cunt. The man was redoubling his efforts as he looked down and saw the gloved finger sunk up to the palm of the hand in the fifteen year old girl's rectum. His rhythm matched the obscene sawing in and out of that finger.
Bella was slumped in her chair feeling her pulse throbbing like a mad machine in her forehead and wrist. It seemed to pulsate in time to the wicked and obscenely exciting fucking that was going on on the stage. Bolts of unadulterated lust were coursing through her body, thrilling her in an unholy way. Never before had she seen anything as obscene as this, and never before had she been so violently aroused. Bella was more shocked by her own lusty reactions than she was by what she was seeing up on the stage. Furtively, she looked around to see if anyone was watching her.
Every eye was fastened on the vivid fucking being performed up there on the stage. No one was noticing her. Her breath was coming in little pants, she felt an- excruciatingly tight and hot hunger in her own groin. Her panties suddenly were too tight for her, fitting over her own wetly throbbing cunt like some kind of bonding device. She could feel the hot aching moisture of her pussy dampening the band of her panties, and she crossed her legs in a desperate hope that she could relieve the hammering wild need and itching she was so suddenly and painfully aware of. She closed her fluttering eye lids and squeezed her crossed legs together and wished . . . despite herself that once, just once, Peter was vulgar and wild with her. Peter... oh, she couldn't think about her husband flow!
She opened her eyes and looked at the stage again with eyes unfocused by passion. Just once, it would be thrilling, and satisfying to be treated like a whore. To forget about washing dirty clothes and cleaning house. . . and just be pampered . . . given every sensual delight imaginable. The unholy desire she admitted to herself sent a lewd shudder of excitement through her quivering-young belly, and she tried hard to control herself, to stop her breasts from heaving and her legs from trembling.
The girl in the black mask and gloves pulled her finger and face free from the blonde's violated little cunt and anus. She sat up, grinning at the audience, and though she didn't have anything to say this time, everyone watching knew what was happening. The young blonde was now wild with a mindless desire. Her head was still held in place, but her buttocks twisted and churned wildly as she tried to find the lewd tongue and wild finger and return them to the wet centers of her passion again. She was obscenely aroused now and - something was obviously going to happen, for the girl in the mask was getting off the bed, her own naked body wantonly displayed and equally excited.
The new development wasn't long in being seen. Another man, naked, his cock rigidly erect, steeped onto the stage. He stood looking down at the frantic efforts of the blonde as her buttocks twitched and gyrated in an unbridled display of wantonness and need. He stood slowly stroking his rapidly growing penis with one hand while Samantha in the mask gestured and invited him to do whatever he wished with the young blonde's lust-crazed body. The second man, his face tight, lost no time in crawling in behind the young blonde's buttocks: he seized her nakedly churning hips and dug his nails in hard, holding her cruelly in place the same way the other man held the lovely young blonde's head. In total agreement with what was about to happen, she arched her back even more, thrusting her hips and buttocks out obscenely like a bitch in heat, squirming as he spread her legs wider, allowing the second man greater access to her cunt. With a viciously quick thrust, the man snapped his hips forward and his eagerly throbbing cock... almost as huge as the one fucking in and out of the beautiful fifteen year old girl's tightly ovalled mouth.. . sunk into her wetly writhing cunt with an obscene sound. The man began fucking in and out with a brutal rhythm.
Bella recrossed her legs and squeezed them together until her whole body trembled as she watched the young blonde being so obscenely used. Sweat was forming over the girl's body and her breasts swayed heavily beneath her bucking torso as the two men fell into a wildly mounting rhythm of fucking. The poor girl was being used and debased in a brutal and obscene way, and she was loving it.
The girl in the black mask and garter belt crawled back onto the bed with the whip in her hand. The grin on her face was clearly sadistic. Again she looked right at the audience and spoke to them. "It is one thing to force the girl, to do things. But my friends, this girl asked for it! She knew beforehand what was going to happen! She asked for two men to do this to her! She knows. . . only too well . . . the intense pleasure that comes from pain." The masked girl's voice was a lewd whisper as she went on. "She wants more. She wants me to do something to her! Watch! Watch and realize what S and M is all about!"
Everyone in the smoke-filled room leaned forward toward the stage as they watched the masked girl, her own body lewdly and evilly displayed, toy with the whip as she looked down and saw the lovely young blonde being fucked at both ends. The masked girl's beautiful breasts heaved with her own obscene passion and a
gloved finger trailed down over her naked stomach, over and past the garter belt and her fingers once again spread her own cuntal lips wide, showing the glistening coral-pink of her cunt walls.
The tip of one outstretched -finger played with her own rampant clitoris as she snapped the whip back; it hissed through the air and across the defenseless back of the screaming young girl and wrapped lovingly - painfully - around her slender waist. The taste of the whip only served to make the blonde wilder. She screwed her buttocks up higher to receive more of the thick plunging cock fucking into her hot little cunt from behind. Gluttonously, her head bobbed up and down faster, taking even more of the huge glistening penis in the warm wet confines of her mouth.
The whip whistled again and again. The mouth of the girl in the mask was twisted insanely as she whipped the sweating, naked body in front of her. The two men were turned on by the sight of the lash, and fucked the wantonly writhing girl with all their savage might. The man thrusting into her from behind dug his nails cruelly and tightly in the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. and fucked until his balls were slapping obscenely against the back of her trembling thighs. The man lying on his back on the bed herd the girl's head rigidly in place and began pumping his hips up into her tightly ovalled mouth. Over half his cock disappeared into her greedily sucking young mouth as he plunged it home with vicious body-jolting strokes. The girl in the mask was going wild with her own lust as - the whip cracked and hissed through the air again and again, leaving criss-crossing red welts on the girl's nakedly curling back and bucking stomach.
With a roar, the man whose cock was being sucked began thrashing his head back and forth. He fucked upward with all his might, thrusting so deep into her lust-constricted throat that the girl gagged. He was cumming, shooting his white hot sperm into the girl's voraciously sucking mouth.
But he had ether plans for the blonde. The girl in the mask ceased her whipping to crouch and watch. The stage continued its circular rotation - so that all might see. Bella gasped as the man pulled his wildly jerking penis from the girl's mouth. The young blonde struggled, her lips puckering desperately to hold onto the hot pole of pulsating flesh. The man held her face in place as his whole body shuddered and tensed. "Aaaggghhhaaa! ! !" he roared. His eyes closed tightly as his cum began splattering all over the girl's helpless face. He held her head in place as jets of white hot sperm shot out and hit against her nose, her lips, her chin and forehead.
Bella watched with her mouth open, not really believing her eyes. The tender young girl was so wild and debased by her passion that her mouth was open, eagerly trying to catch some of his spewing cum. She licked her lips and swallowed whatever she could, and cried out with a mindless desire for him to return his cock to her hungering mouth.
The man fucking her so brutally and insanely from behind bellowed out his triumph, and, his face twisting, he pulled his massively pulsating penis out at the last minute, and Bella saw his thick white sperm shoot out. It jetted across the girl's bucking back in long white streaks, �riss-crossing the crimson whip welts. It glistened obscenely in the light as he jerked and ejaculated his.cum all over her back. And then it was over, the two men releasing the poor girl and falling away, groaning, and leaving the poor girl slumped helplessly on the bed, her naked body wetted and bruised and covered with a coating of sticky sperm. She lay gasping for heer breath while the girl in the mask crawled over and tangled her gloved hand in the disheveled blonde's hair. She viciously yanked the girl's head up so that the audience could see the expression of pain and rapture on her ecstatic fifteen year old face. "Did you like that? Tell our friends if! hurt you!"
The look on the young girl's face was unbelievable. Bella had never seen such a look of depraved rapture. The girl's expression was one of total depravity and pleasure. "Yes!" she hissed through perfect teeth. Her eyes half-opened and she smiled lewdly -at the audience as she licked at the cum around her mouth. "I loved it!"
The girl in the mask let the exhausted head drop. Again, she looked at the audience. "Now you know what S and M is. Sado-masochism!"
"More! We want more!" the cry went up around the dingy club, mainly from the men. The state and degree of excitement in the room was high, electric. The tension was mounting as people milled about. Some of the men seemed to be looking for someone to blame for the sudden ending to the play. A hand seized Bella's arm.
PART II: Tripping
"Have you ever seen anything like that?" It was Tammy, wide-eyed and grinning. Obviously she was drunk. With a start, Bella realized that she, herself, had practically sobered up afthr watching the play. Sobered and looking at herself, her life in a new perspective. One alien to her, yet damnably appealing.
Dumbly, Bella shook her head, trying to avert her eyes from Paul's avid stare. She realized, then, that she was blushing.
Bella closed her eyes for a second and saw the whip snaking around the girl's slender waist and aw wild, bulging cocks, obscenely erect, jerking /and shooting hot flowing cum all over the girl's face. And the face: pure rapture. No thought of husbands, no thought of children, or home. Just a moment of perfect, private ecstasy!
She shook her head again, more to get the images out of her mind than to answer Tammy's question. She felt she knew only too well why anyone would want to be in that play. For a moment she toyed with the olive in her martini, stabbing it with the stir stick, then decisively gulped the drink down, Paul's stare still studying her rapt expression. "Looks like you could use another."
"Looks like you could use a couple," echoed Tammy, smiling self-confidently at her brother, winking.
Paul ordered another round for the three of them, then mopped his glistening face with a perfectly folded handkerchief. Bella noticed the pure Irish linen had his initials embroidered in one corner.
Small talk didn't seem to work for Bella now.
She was too preoccupied by her guilt and embarrassment at what she had seen on the stage. More, she felt guilty about how she felt. Did anypne know? Did her excitement show?
"They have another show coming up... nothing like what we just saw. What you say we stay for it. . ." offered Paul.
"Not until I get a breath of fresh air, brother! This cigarette smoke is making my eyes water. Can't we reserve the table?" asked Tammy, her eyebrows raising.
"A buck can do anything," returned Paul, delving into his wallet for a crisp ten dollar bill. "Slip this to the cocktail waitress when she comes by and ask her to save this table for us for the next show."
Tam my followed through, slipping the waitress the money, and pointing at the table, she whispered in her ear. In minutes they stood outside in the alley, breathing in the cool night air, appreciating the cooling wind swiping over their faces and sweaty necks.
Tammy pulled out a flask from her purse filled with Jack Daniels, and as they leaned against the rough brick wall, passing the flask from hand to hand, they talked about the play.
"Whew, that was an explosive play, wasn't it?" Paul sighed, shaking his head.
"Jesus, I thought I was gonna get raped!" returned Tammy, lifting her eyebrows. "Of course," Tammy said with a casual shrug, "I don't think I would have minded."
Bella looked up at her friend disbelievingly.
Tammy put the flask to her lips and pointed a finger at Bella. "Listen, don't try to tell me that play didn't turn you on."
Still, Bella couldn't admit the feeling that was churning inside her. "You mean you liked that?"
"I loved it Bella! And I think you would too if you weren't married. Marriage wreaks hell on honesty." Tammy's openness didn't shock Bella. "Besides, every woman I know has a secret wish to be a whore or be treated like one... if only for one night. Admit it, haven't you?"
Both Paul and Tammy stared at their friend's face, waiting for an answer. None came. . . only a brilliant crimson flush of the cheeks answered their query.
The conversation died out as both Paul and Tammy exchanged cigarettes and match flames, struggling to light the cigarettes in the brisk winter wind. Soon the question was forgotten. Two more rounds of passing the flask and it, too, rattled empty. By this time, the winter air was reaching the bone's marrow.
"You girls ready for another show? Think you can take it, sis?" chided Paul lightheartedly.
Bella smiled up at him, directly and warmly for the first time that evening since their eyes met searchingly. For all his dapper, too-sophisticated, too-cool appearance, she couldn't help but like him. He had manners, he was generous, and so far, he hadn't laid a hand on her.
Once inside, the cocktail waitress ushered them to their table immediately, hoping for another fat tip from the handsome patron of sex plays. True to his style, Paul ordered another round of drinks, slapping a ten dollar bill on the tray when each martini glass had been set on a clean napkin in front of them.
Bella drank along with Tammy, grinning mischievously when the subject of husbands came up. "We'll get you home in good time," Tammy had assured her. And with that reassurance Bella was feeling a new lift, she was in higher spirits. She tossed her beautiful mane of auburn hair and emptied glass and put it down. It was an exciting night... a once-in-a-lifetime night for her. No. A once-in-a-married-lifetime night, she corrected herself with a grimace. She picked up the second drink that seemed to appear from nowhere and toasted Paul and Tammy. Why not? It was only one night. Peter went out with the boys to play poker and sometimes didn't get in until the next morning.
"You said this show isn't gonna be anything compared to the last one," Tammy looked disappointed.
"Yeah, that last one was hot!" Bella, beginning to feel the drinks heavily, giggled and agreed. "I wouldn't mind seeing that one again."
"Aha!" Tammy pointed an accusing finger. "I' knew you were horny." All of them were a little silly and loose now.
"Well, so what if I was?" Bella surprised herself with her candor. They all laughed and Bella shrugged and picked up her drink, spilling a little on her silk paisley scarf as she did so. "What the hell, I'm only human."
The three of them laughed and put their arms around one another and finished their drinks. Suddenly and unobtrusively, Paul's hand slid over Bella's stomach, and she permitted herself a smutty smile. She felt wicked and was dying to tell someone where they had been and what they were doing. If people only knew, they wouldn't be so interested in mild-mannered strippers.
Almost as if to echo her thoughts, the curtains parted just wide enough for a black haired vixen to slither through the curtains and parade her buttocks around on stage. It was obvious the woman had passed her prime, clearly, she was the second show. Bella watched the stripper with a calculating eye.
The stripper was soon down to her G-string, a sequin-spangled thread of fabric with a bra of about the same dimension. Although the woman was older - thirty five years or so - she maintained a slender body with a slim waist and big breasts that bounced and quivered as she danced. She wore high heels that helped to 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 impatient voice came from the dark audience.
Slightly drunk, Bella cocked an eyebrow. She leaned back and turned her head, whispering into Tammy's ear. "She's not so hot!"
Tammy burst out laughing, a raucous, drunk laugh. Leaning over the table, with one arm around Bella, she said to her brother: "Hey, what you think of my friend here? Ain't she somethin'? She doesn't think that chick has anything goin' for her." Tammy pointed to the gyrating stripper on stage.
Paul rubbed Bella's stomach in response. "She sure has a nice belly, and I'd sure like to fill it
"Oh, you!" Tammy tutted.
"Pretty . buttocks...."
Bella held her breath, feeling more daring now. "Better than that stripper?" she teased, surprising herself by giving Paul's leg a tempting squeeze.
"We'd have to see the merchandise to answer that one, honey," Paul returned:
Bella fluttered her eyelashes. "Heck, I could do better than that stripper."
Paul, feeling her lewdness, looked over at Bella's luscious breasts. Drunkenly, his eyes bloodshot, he asked, "Whatchasay??"
Bella licked her lips. Her mouth was bone dry from repressed excitement. "I said, I could do better than that."
Paul looked blearily at the stage, at the stripper who held the curtain between her writhing thighs and ground a rhythm out. "Hell, yes. Damn right you could!"
The three of them laughed together, and it seemed that Paul and Tammy were both fondling her now. Tammy's hand had slipped to Bella's waist, then teasing played with the crevice of her buttocks, running her middle finger up and down the length of it. Bella 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... in her chair, only her buttocks moving in a sensuous rhythm in time to the music. She let her magnificent hips do a bump and grind right there on the chair. Actually, she was mocking the girl on stage, yet it came out as brazen and sexy, and Bella 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.. ....exciting.
It all happened spontaneously... none of it was planned... nobody could plan anything like that. . . Bella was carried away by the daring idea . . . she knew she was a good dancer and better than the girl up on the stage. She opened her eyes to see and she stood up and walked out into the aisle, then started dancing in the dark, ringed around by tightly observant faces. Men were all around her... she saw faces... Paul and Tammy 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 with tight, horny smiles. Here was a truly beautiful girl; here was a girl with a face and a figure that belonged to a princess. . . here was class with a body that was nothing short of magnificent.
The regulars pressed around her. They had heard of girls like her coming to slum and staying to lewdly fuck all corners. Each of them had heard stories or seen such a thing happen; n in front of them, it was happening once more, and they were all going to be involved in a night to remember. And, it was free.
It was obvious to everyone that Bella 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-lidded. It was obvious she had too much to drink, for she swayed as she danced, catching herself with a lewd loose hip movement.
Bella danced and the men moved, always a ring around her, always guiding her toward the stage. Bella 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 man parted and Bella saw the brightly lit empty stage. Her eyes were languid and smoky, and as she saw the stage, she slowly realized that the stripper had ducked behind the curtains.
Cheers went up as Bella stepped up on the stage, smiling triumphantly 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 to the music. A man elbowed his way through the crowd, shoving people aside as if he owned the place; he stood directly in front of the stage, slowly, confidently smoking a cigarette in measured puffs.
Bella spied him and winked at him over her shoulder. At that moment Bella wasn't thinking. . . she was feeling. She was feeling more lascivious and lewd than she had since the night she'd lost her virginity at the tender age of fourteen. 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 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 unfocussed, her mind awhirl with pulsating feeling and drunken daring, she was putting herself in a state of shock, and she knew there was noturning back now.
"Take it off!" the gruff voice barked out, thrilling her with its coarseness.
"Yeah, take it off!"
"Show us everything!" The last was followed by short barks of excited laughter.
And through it all; the staunch well-dressed man stood calmly before the stage, watching, studying, a slow smile growing over his lips.
If pure lust were lightning, it would have crackled in that club. The moment was insane, happening, not planned. Everyone, even the jaded bartenders were urging Bella on. And she felt it, felt, the male sexual heat and horny excitement. Grinning, clowning, drunken, her hips undulating, she unbuttoned her jersey sweater - the one Peter had given her for Christmas - and slipped one snowy shoulder free from the sweater and wiggled it seductively at the men.
Laughter and approval went around the club. Tammy and Paul stood close together, watching Bella, occasionally exchanging looks of bewilderment. Bella, up on the stage, slipped her other shoulder free and let the jersey fall silently to her waist, and she stood with a giddy drunkenly happy smile, her upper torso clad in only a black flimsy bra.
Cold, lust-maddened eyes took in her figure. Her bra barely covered her huge melon-round breasts, and every man looked, realizing it was all real: she looked even better than when dressed.
Bella 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 bra strap off her shoulder.
On stage, Bella was all sensuous motion. Her hips moved freely in a wanton way. Both of the thin black shoulder straps of her bra 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 bra leaped forward, her breasts actually seeming to swell in pride and freedom. Her hands caught the flimsy bra and she held it for a long tantalizing moment before taking her hands away . . . letting it fall silently to the floor.
The men pressed tighter around the stage now as Bella closed her eyes and lifted her arms, letting her fingers tangle in her auburn hair and also raising her out-thrust breasts even more. She danced in lewd rhythm to the music while all the men looked at her naked breasts, at the 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 though they 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 drinks 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 stampeding down the steps from the restaurant above, sensing something special was going on down there.
And Bella knew it! She stood up on the 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. Bella 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 sweater was bunched and gathered. Her fingers began slithering down the length of her skirt, unbuttoning buttons as they went. Then wiggling 'her hips lewdly, thrusting her pelvis out in wild time to the music, she shimmied out of the skirt. She peeled and rolled it over her wide hips until it fell free to 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 skirt, she had unwittingly pulled the panties half off and each and every man there could see her voluptuous build. Her little belly was delicately sculptured and defined, her hips swayed fully and easily and flared out excitingly. Her thighs were full and curved sensuously. Nearly naked, Bella 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.
Bella 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, Bella 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 ran 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. Bella 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 hooded into her panties and tugged at them, pulling them down.
She was stark naked!
She threw her head back, exposing her white throat and let her auburn hair thrash about as she felt her panties down around her ankles. She was stark naked in front of strangers! She felt rough hot hands all over her shapely buttocks while her fingers pinched her nipples into a searing, obscenely exciting life. Callused hands probed at her gentle 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 cunt lips, pushing them aside and slipping maddeningly back and forth in the lubrications it found there.
Her arms raised high, her head thrown back, Bella's eyes were wide as she realized what she was doing. She was naked and strange men were exciting her with their hands! And she was loving it!
But the management wasn't loving it! A mob scene they didn't need. They were underground already and it cost a lot to pay off Detroit cops. The stage went dark and somebody-Bella only saw the hands-grabbed her behind the closed curtain, leaving a wake of anguished cries from the crowd....
"That was a hell of a show," congratulated the manager of the club, the man who'd been standing with arms crossed, stoically through Bella's performance. Cigar in one manicured hand, he handed her clothes back.
Drunkenly, brazenly standing with her hands on her hips, Bella reached out for her clothes with one hand and the drink he was offering her with the other. "Hey, you're kinda cute," she slurred, gulping down the burning liquid, then handing him back the glass, she searching through the rumpled mass of clothing wondering where to start. Panties? Bra?
"You work in a club?" he wanted to know. "You took off those clothes like you had experience."
In answer, Bella flashed her wedding ring at the man. "Work at a club? You've got to be kidding. Man, you know what I do? I watch soap operas, I cook soup, I wash my kid's clothes. .A housewife... a domestic technician, I guess they call it. How does that strike ya?" She wiggled up to him, letting her clothes drop to the floor and lifted both lapels of his tailor made suit. "You know, you really are kinda cute. . . ."
"How about a job." The man was unmoved by her advances. He'd seen them before. Christ, how many women had tried to lay him just to get a job showing off her body. But this chick was different; she had class, and she looked clean and fresh.
"A job? Me? You've got to be kidding."
Stooping down, the man picked up her clothes and handed them back to her. "The job.. .. you want it? Two fifty a night... guaranteed. Four- fifty for the play. Take it or leave it."
"Mister, you got yerself a deal. When do I start?"
"Friday night. Day after tomorrow. That'll give you enough time to sober up. Now get
.dressed and get out of here before you cause a riot. . .
"But.. .1..."
"Come on, honey." It was Tammy. "Here, start with your panties... No, no, no, don't bother with her stockings. We'll catch a cab out back."
Tammy helped her drunken friend get dressed, pulling up Bella's panties, hooking her bra, but not until her hands had time to appreciate the task at hand. Soon the women were in a cab.
"That was a hell of a show you put on, Bella," laughed Paul, opening a window a crack for some fresh air, badly needed fresh air.
"They hired her. Curt Baxter hired her, would ya believe it? Christ, I've been breaking my ass for years trying to get a job at that joint, and he asks her!" Tammy tutted and shook her head. "Guess I'm gettin' old."
"Hey, sis, you're still prime meat. Don't let it get ya down."
Bella raised her head off of Paul's shoulder weakly, her face a pale green. "We home yet? Oh, God, I'm going to be sick tomorrow." She gagged twice.
Hearing that all too familiar omen, the cab driver stepped on the gas and sped through a red light.
"Tammy. . ." Bella groped for her friend's hand. "Tammy... come over and see me tomorrow. Okay I might not have a husband after tonight. . . ."
Tammy gave Bella's hand a squeeze. "Personally, honey, I don't think you'd care. Sure thing. I'll be over around noon."
"Yer a pal, a real pal, Tammy. . .
Some hangovers make your stomach gurgle, and some make your head feel like a squeeze-box, but when even your feet feel clammy and cold to the touch, and hot and burning on the inside, you know you've tied one on. And that's exactly how Bella Brandon felt on Thursday morning. She lay between the covers, pulling them over her head to shade her eyes from the searing, soul-searching light of day. Somewhere in the distance a church chimed the hour. . . and then the doorbell rang. Painfully, she inched her way to the door, twice pausing, at the bathroom door, tempted to hang her head over the bowl and force herself to be sick. But that, she knew, would be a mistake: she hadn't eaten since yesterday noon and a belching case of the dry heaves would kill her. . . literally kill her. So she persevered.
It was Tammy, red-eyed and wearing less makeup than was her norm. "How ya doin', kid?" she asked, sitting down on a kitchen chair and, leaning her elbow on the kitchen table, she supported her head, her aching, pounding head.
Bella couldn't suppress a giggle. "You look in right form this morning," she managed, grabbing for a chair herself. Everything seemed to buzz around her.
"... 'Bout as bad as you, honey.. ." She let out a heavy sigh, brushing her long bleached blonde wavy hair back over her shoulder. Tammy had never looked so old. Today without her makeup, she clearly looked her thirty-seven years. . . and them some.
"God, what a night. . ." mumbled Bella mournfully, pulling her housecoat tighter around her. "I can't remember when I've gotten that loose. .. . Jesus, did I make an ass out of myself, or what?"
"You showed a little ass, but you didn't make an ass of yourself." A smile spread over Tammy's unglossed lips. "You sure put on a show... or are you too drunk to remember?"
"Why?"
Tammy's eyes widened. "Here. . ." She opened her bag, the size of a small suitcase, and pulled out a white paper bag containing two cups of hot, black coffee in Styrofoam cups. "Better take a couple of swallows of this before I refresh your memory, kid.. .
"Huh?" Vaguely, Bella recalled getting up in front of a crowd of men... in the club.. . she was nearly certain.., and dancing.. . making a fool of herself. . . feeling sexy and bitchy making up for all the boring nights spent at home with half-drunk Peter and the television set for entertainment . . . other than that, it was a blur. . . a hazy, crazy blur.
"You take cream and sugar or black. . . Tammy was reaching for the sugar bowl in the middle of the kitchen table. "You got cream in the 'frig?" Bella started getting to her feet . "No," Tammy assured, putting out a hand to block Bella. "You sit still . . . I can get it." She found her own spoon, making herself at home. That self-assuredness, was what had drawn Bella to Tammy.
Bella' watched as Tammy poured in a generous splash of half-and-half. The older woman watched as Bella blew into her own steaming cup of coffee, then wincing, took a testing sip: It stayed down.
"Where shall we start?" smiled Tammy. "You do remember dancing, don't you?" Bella nodded her head, her stare vacuous. "How about Curt Baxter offering you a job in the club? You remember that?" Bella shook her head.
"Oh, God," she muttered under her breath, and began rubbing her temples, hating to hear what would come next. She had a vague suspicion it wouldn't be in her favor.
"You remember the whistles, people ogling at you, telling you to take your clothes off?"
Bella's heart began a mild infarction... . "Oh, Jesus, Tammy. .. I didn't, tell me I didn't. .. She hung her head.
The phone rang, and Tammy jumped to her feet to answer it in the living room, leaving Bella behind to soak up the shame, the humiliation and guilt.
When Tammy came back, she asked for directions to Bella's mother's house.
"Oh, I can't believe I completely forgot about Augustine! I didn't call Mom! I was too drunk."
Bella jumped to her feet. "I feel terrible, Tammy. How could I be so senseless, so cold as to forget about picking up my own kid?" She threw her arms up in dismay.
"Now don't get so carried away. I told your mother you had gone out for lunch with me yesterday and that about three o'clock you'd gotten stomach pain. Told her your salad had bad shrimp in it and that I took you to the emergency room of Detroit General for food poisoning." Tammy put her hands on her hips. "Now listen to me and get this story straight, cause your gonna have to remember it for Peter's sake-he spent the night over at your mother's. They were both worried sick about you...
"Oh, Tammy this is ter..
"Shut up and listen to me!" barked Tammy, her Leonine personality taking -over command. She could have been a Napoleon or Stalin, the way she exuded strength and administered command. In comparison, Bella felt weak.
Tammy continued. "We went out to lunch, you had a shrimp salad and at three o'clock you threw up on the corner of Samson and Jackson.
I hailed down a cab and started to take you back to my place, but your condition grew worse. That's when the cab turned around and took you to the hospital. Last night they pumped your stomach.. .
"But . .
"I've got a good friend who works in the emergency room at Detroit General. Why the hell do you think I didn't tell 'em it was Jackson Memorial?... You stayed the night, and I paid the bill because you didn't have your insurance card along in your wallet. You were released this morning." Tammy searched her bag for her tin of aspirin, threw two in the back of her throat and drew the car keys from her pocket in one simultaneous motion. "Be back in a flash with your kid. 'Spose Peter'll come along, too. In case you forgot, you left your car over at your mother's house. He can drive that back himself."
Bella sat there wide-eyed, drinking in Tammy's story. "Tammy, I don't know how to thank you.. . you're incredible."
"Don't worry, honey... you'll have a chance, believe me... Now get back in bed; they all think you're sick." She opened the door, stepped through, then turned, and poked her head back in the kitchen. "At least you look the part...Bella needed no encouragement to get back in bed. Her world was crushed. She'd lied to her mother, lied to her husband, and stripped before a crowd of horny, jeering men. There wasn't much left to the imagination. Pulling the covers up over her head, she lay on her side in the secure pre-natal position, knees up to her chest. What else could go wrong?
Searching for a distraction from her own - she thought about the characters on the afternoon soap operas. What would they do? Would they tell their husbands? or... Maybe, no... that was too crazy even to consider. Still, the thought tempted her. Would they do it again? Would she, Bella Brandon, drunken or sober, get up in front of a crowd of men and take off her clothes while everyone grabbed for her body, wanting to touch her unblemished flesh, wanting to appreciate her beauty? Wanting to run their fingers through her long, auburn hair. A job.. . she'd been offered a job by the man who owned that club. Closing her eyes, it was beginning to come back to her now. Monday: she'd been offered a ridiculous sum of money to do again what she'd done for free last night.
Oh, this is stupid, thought Bella. I can't be thinking this way. I'm a married woman with a beautiful child. What would he think if he knew his mother danced naked in front of men!...
It didn't seem like more than a half an hour before Tammy was back, holding Shelly in her arms. Bella could hear them come through the kitchen door and walk down the hallway to her bedroom. Soon they appeared in her bedroom doorway. The five year old rubbed his eyes sleepily, then held out his arms for his mother, calling out her name.
"Oh, darling. I'm sorry you had to stay at Grandma's all night by yourself. Did you have a good time?"
Augustine sniffed. Obviously he'd been crying.
"What's the matter, baby? Did you miss Mommy?"
Tammy, arms crossed over her chest, slowly wagged her head. "Sorry to disappoint' you, Mommy, but it's not you he's worried about.
"Was it bad dreams?" asked Bella, mocking a scared child's voice; she kissed Shelly on the forehead.
"Wrong again, Bella." Tammy uncrossed her arms and sat down on the bed. "Seems his Daddy gave him some bad news." She reached over to tousle Shelly's curly hair. "Wanna tell Mommy about it?"
Shelly sniffed again, shaking his head negatively, and tightening his grip around his mother's neck.
"He says his Daddy told him Santa Claus isn't coming to his house this year. . . gonna fly right on by. Tight budget this year...
"Oh, that's not true at all, Augustine! Santa'll come here. I promise!"
"Then 1 can have the flying saucer, the ten-speed and the camera? Oh boy!"
"Sure, kid. Bella had made her commitment and now there was no turning back. Instantly, she hated Peter for telling their son anything so cruel, so unfeeling. How could he destroy anything as pure as a child's hope for Christmas? The bastard.. . the insensitive, unfeeling bastard! she thought.
But what could she promise him? With what? She didn't have any money herself. Maybe it was more cruel to make promises you couldn't keep than to be realistic and out-front.
"Really, Mommy! Honest!" Shelly's eyes widened with hope. "Mommy, I love you," he muttered, resting his head against Bella's chest.
"Oh... before I forget. Peter won't be home for a while. Said he had a Union meeting. Told him that you won't mind since you needed the rest anyway." Tammy winked at Bela....
The boy was asleep in his room, the door closed, when Bella finally got the rest of the story from Tammy.
"You mean he offered me two hundred and fifty dollars a night to dance?" She didn't know whether she should be shocked, horrified, disgusted, or pleased. Certainly, it was flattering.
"I'm telling you, Bella. I'd do it if I was you. Christ, a couple of nights and you could buy yourself a new wardrobe, go out by yourself and the girls once in a while.
and make Augie's Christmas something really special. God knows the poor kid's heard enough complaining and bitching from' his father about money to make him feel guilty about wanting anything."
"The women did it in the war, Bella. They sold themselves to buy their babies milk. It isn't anything new...
"But it's so sleazy.. ." Bella took another sip of her warm glass of milk. That, too, stayed down. . . miraculously.
"Listen, honey, if it isn't worth it to you to show off your butt for that kinda money, you have no cause to complain. You can stay here and cook soup and watch TV and get old, real old, fast. Knowing you, I wouldn't say that's your life plan. Either do it now, or forget about it... else you'll get old and bitter." Tammy's advice was soundly taken.
But what she had withheld from her friend was the seamy side.. . the fact that once was fun, twice was a habit, and three times was an addiction. But that, Tammy decided, Bella could find out for herself. And in thirty-six hours, Bella was soon to discover that very fact.
PART III: FALLING
Curt Baxter, owner of the Cellar, was good to his dancing girls. Before they went on stage, he gave them time to adjust to what was to come. And so, by the time Bella was ready to bare her flesh to the audience, she'd been well fortified.
Not that it had been easy for the housewife to prepare for the evening's 'work'. Far from it! Before going to work, she'd done the housework and shopping, but her mind was on the lusty apparition of seeing herself naked in front of a crowd of people. By afternoon, she was drinking and so horny and excited that she could barely think of anything else. For since Wednesday night, Peter had refused to make love to her. Not that he was even home that often, with union meetings and after meeting gatherings at the local tavern. ,
By evening, Bella dropped her son off at the babysitter's-not wanting to risk another episode with her suspicious mother's prying-and she drove to the club, slowly, carefully. She told herself she had to go; she had made a promise to her son that he could have anything he wanted for Christmas. Besides, another part of her was irretrievably drawn to the temptation of being treated like a common whore, of being forced into doing things she wouldn't normally do. The more excited she became, the more controlled her behavior. She was cool and remote and polite when greeted by Curt Baxter backstage. Looking at him, she would never guess that this man would change her life.
Curt led her to a guest room where her every wish was attended to. She had a private and luxurious bath and food and fine Scotch to drink. A man, whom she would come to know as Barry, showed her a cigarette box carved out of teakwood. "Hashish," he told her. "It would help if you had some," She didn't...She had a television set that Barry turned on. "Closed circuit," he explained as he left the room. Bella gazed at the set and saw. a film of a naked girl writhing on the bed. Cynically, she smiled. They were going to show her smokers, porny films, to get her in the mood. With a fatalistic masochism that made her feel depraved and excited, she poured herself a drink and watched the lewd and obscene conduct on the TV screen.
This isn't, me, mused Bella, with a pang of terror. This isn't the housewife who cooks and cleans and mends her husband's socks... laying her in this room, tempted with dope, liquor and filthy films. "This isn't me . . ." she reassured herself, making a solemn promise that this would be a once-in a lifetime experience. Just one night's work and she'd have enough money to buy Christmas presents... then she'd quit. Just flat out quit. They didn't even know her last name. What did she care? They gave her all the time in the world to get ready. She thought they would come for her and start bellowing instructions, but they didn't. They gave her time to think.. . and drink. They gave her time to look at the teakwood box. She looked more closely at it; a naked couple were carved .....she looked away and drank. They gave her plenty of time to get acquainted with her surroundings. On the TV screen, she watched a film of a man sitting on a chair, his legs spread and exposing his genitals, while the girl sucked on his enormous erection.
"Why are they showing me this?" wondered Bella. All I'm gonna do is go out there and take off my clothes. I don't have to do obscene things like that. . .
Bella drained her glass and turned from the TV. She looked in a wall mirror, seeing her stunning good looks and her wildly voluptuous figure that even her dress couldn't hide. She grinned at her image, slightly drunk. It was real . . . simply wasn't real that she was here, in this club. "No, I haven't lost my figure," she thought confidently. Unconsciously, her hand brushed over her own stomach and groin. Lust crept through her craven flesh and nerves like a slow warm syrup... if she kept watching the TV screen, she knew she would become insanely horny. Then she finished watching the film, watching the young girl kneel between the man's legs and lick his cum dripping in thick threads from the tip of his deflating penis.
By this time, Bella Brandon was more than ready... giddy with drink and half naked. Already, she was in a lewd mood as she sprawled in a chair, one leg swung up over an arm, her dress pulled up to expose the white crotch band of her panties. When Baxter came in, she was ready to fuck him on the spot; her loins were hungry and throbbing, achingly teasing her. She had been alone for two hours, thinking of her strip-tease in the club and all those greedy hands grabbing for her. By this time, she wasn't thinking clearly . . . just feeling.
"Bella. How are you? Think you're ready for your debut?" He made himself comfortable on the arm of her chair, stroking her leg that had swung over the side. Bella giggled drunkenly. By now she'd consumed five or six shots of scotch. She couldn't remember just how many it was, but it was a lot.
"Ah, Bella, honey, we've had a couple changes in plans. That's why we've left you alone back here. The girl who usually plays in the first act can't make it. We need somebody." His voice was mellifluous, soft and convincing. "You wanna take the part?" He continued stroking Bella's leg. "No parts to learn. Just reaction . . . that's all it is."
"I don't know. .. I .. ." Bella stiffened. Things weren't turning out as she'd planned. She'd counted on coming in here, getting slightly loaded at the bar, and doing her dance. A one shot deal, pure and simple. Now these complications were unnerving her.
"Bella, it means an extra two hundred."
"Okay . . ." Bella's voice was a barely audible whisper. "Okay. . ." Never did she realize that she'd just offered to sell her body for a wild, on-stage orgy.
Excitement, like an invisible electric current, ran through the Cellar clubroom. The music was turned down low and the voices dropped to an anticipating whisper as the audience made themselves comfortable. The stage in The Cellar was small, being barely big enough to accommodate a large bed raised only a few feet off the floor. Black velvet drapes behind it and on the sides acted as backing. Pencil-points of light suddenly stabbed through the gathering darkness of the room.
A murmur ran through the room as a tall slim figure entered and sat down front and center, facing the stage. Everyone present knew it was the club owner, Curt Baxter. Then, a quick, almost instantaneous gasp went through the guests as two men stepped out of the stage, smiling and squinting out. The gasp was almost all female, for the two men were stark naked! And they were muscular. Their names were Barry and Dirk. Their erections were huge, and the reason for their sexual excitement was soon obvious.
A noise, a groan of lewd excitement welled up from the audience as an innocent looking young woman with auburn hair stepped out on the stage. Clearly, she was ill at ease, but that only added to the allure. Most of the audience had frequented the Cellar and seen live sex acts. The mere fact that an obscene sex show was going to take place before their eyes wasn't the single most important thing.
It was the girl, the girl standing up there on the stage!
She was beautiful, fresh and pure looking. 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 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 her full figure in the slit of the robe. The girl was smiling vacantly, drunkenly, her wetly parted lips laxly open as she stared off absently with glazed eyes, as if thinking about something... someone, she'd left behind. She seemed almost virginal.
Men leaned over their tables for a closer look. Where did Curt find such a lovely one to act in this sordid display of erotica? She seemed to be involved in such a situation. She seemed too striking, too well bred for such behavior. A hush fell over the room as every eye watched the girl standing between the 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, as if on cue. Slowly, she slipped their foreskins back like a sheath or glove over a hand.
Both Barry and Dirk reacted together, reaching for and abruptly whipping the purple robe from the girl.
"Aaaaahhhh!!!"
The half sigh, half groan ran through the room and couples caressed each other lewdly as all eyes were glued on the 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 cuntal lips that were so velvety rounded; the shadowy cleft between them hinted at all sorts of hot lubricated pleasures.
The girl seemed to sense all male eyes-and some female-were staring at her pussy. 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 out 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 spotlights, but she seemed to sense their hunger.
Bella Brandon was drunken with lust. This was another woman, not the mother of a child, up there acting like the lowest of prostitutes. All cares were forgotten as she 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 of her ass cheeks. Her fingers slowly spread the pulpy lips of her cunt apart, revealing her wetly gleaming excitement. Again, a gasp went up from the crowd. It was foo much. Such a beautiful girl so depraved in front of them.
The two men on stage began to manhandle the girl with a cruel kind of contempt. Barry seized her wrists and spun her so that everyone might see her nakedly rounded buttocks that were unblemished and perfectly tanned. She rocked and undulated as Dirk, the dark haired man reached forward with big rough hands and began massaging her softly quivering breasts, which t 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 cuntal lips. The 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.
This woman, Bella Brandon, mother of a five year old boy, had never, in seven years of marriage, made love to any man other than her husband...
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 Barry and Dirk began fondling and caressing her lushly ripened breasts. They got rougher with each passing second, pinching their nipples and almost brutally massaging the soft glowing flesh. Their hard hands were getting wild and running all over her naked young body, and she permitted them to do anything. Her eyelids fluttered and a pleased, dazed smile was on her wetly parted lips as she stroked their iron hard cocks with both 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 Dirk'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.
It should have shocked Be/la, she would have been revulsed by it, but she felt only pleasure. . . masochistic pleasure.
Now the room was intensely silent. Everyone watched as the girl jutted her hips forward and let her hips begin to pump, ever so slight in time to the finger sawing in and out of their wetly clasping cunt. Her hands were squeezing the two cocks and stroking them in a lewd rhythm, as Barry grabbed her long, auburn 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 ravishing innocent, being ravished. 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 Barry and Dirk slowly forced the girl down to her knees. Actually, there was no need to force her. Willingly, slowly, tantalizingly, 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 Dirk's erect, brutally hard penis in front of her face. Then Bella did something she never dreamed possible. With a look of pure bliss of her face, Bella pulled Dirk's thickly pulsating cock down to her half open mouth and let her tongue flick out and lick its huge swollen head. She did it not with love, but with lust. 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.
"Aaaahhh!!!" Again, a moan, a ripple of delight went through the room. Zippers whined open and male hands found their way up dresses as everyone watched the nakedly kneeling beauty begin hungrily sucking on the penis as her, other hand stroked Barry's excited penis. Her head bobbed back and forth as she devoured as much of the hard flesh as she could. Dirk's long pulsating shaft glistened with her saliva and shone in the overhead spotlight as the big man 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 auburn hair and hold her head in place as he began to jolt her with the force of his inward strokes.
Barry 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 smoke and musky scent of couples caressing each other.
The girl on stage pulled Dirk'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 Barry'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 its 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. They tried and finally succeeded in getting both of their hotly throbbing cocks in her ovalled little mouth at the same time.
And Bella Brandon was loving it! She was irresponsible now, like a wild animal reacting... not of her own volition. It felt purging...strangely purging. 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 could hardly stay seated, but they knew better than to approach the stage, for once they did so, Curt Baxter would draw the curtain on the act. What they were seeing was against the law, and they must be discreet.
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.
The girl lay obscenely sprawled on the bed, her ripe young breasts swaying before partially melting into her chest. Her legs were side-spread and each member of the audience could clearly see the hair-fringed edges of her tightly muscled little pussy and how it glistened with lewd excitement in the spotlights. A sexual heat was gripping everyone-except for Curt Baxter who sat cool and calm, only his glittering eyes giving away his perverted desire. He delighted in seeing this'young woman, Bella Brandon, degrade and debase herself completely.
And he was about to see that happen as his two love actors 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 blonde haired Barry, had started to crawl up on the bed, a low animal growl of savagery in his throat. Then he reached under the bed, coming up a large bottle of clear baby oil. He unscrewed the cap and threw it aside, then held the bottle over the sensuous breasts of the young woman who lay so invitingly on the bed, drunken with Scotch and with lust. He poured the oil over her soft naked mounds with their big bulleted nipples. Bella, smiling lewdly, used her hands to smear the thick, glistening oil all over her stomach while a lewdly grinning Dirk 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.
Bella Brandon seemed to enjoy caressing herself. She was maddened by lust, and drink, and she massaged her oil sheened 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. She was in a world of pure fantasy... none of this is real, she kept telling herself. Only feeling is real. . . only feel is real. . . for to think would be damning!
Where did he get her? wondered everyone in the audience. Where did Curt Baxter find such a lovely young thing. She was too stunning, too beautiful in every way to be some kind of 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 Barry and Dirk 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. The men's hands were all over her slippery body, and it was obvious that the sensual feel of the lubricant was arousing the two big men to the exploding point. It was a wild pagan scene to watch in the hot club; both of the naked men were beginning to sweat under the spotlights as Barry finally got a firm grip on her slippery waist and crouched over her. "Fuck her!" a man called hoarsely from the front row, and it caused a riot of obscenities.
The vulgarity of the group only served to excite the girl even more, just as the provocative offer two nights before had spurred her sexual desires. Her ripe young body trembled as she spread her legs wide, obscenely inviting Barry to do what he wished with her. "Fuck her!" the cry was repeated again, and the girl shuddered with an unholy desire.
Then big Barry 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 in position. Men and women crouched low around the slightly upraised stage in order to get a better look at the fucking. They saw Barry's huge pulsating penis slip easily into the girl's lubricated cunt with an obscene sucking sound.
They gasped and sighed as her pink cuntal opening spread wide and her hair fringed pussy lips clutched involuntarily around the thick sh3ft as it slowly sank out of sight up into her tautly rippling belly.
The group was getting out of control now! The drinking and the lust on stage was spurring them on. Couples lewdly caressed each other, sliding down panties to the knees, and into gaping zipper holes, as they watched the blonde Barry and the girl begin to move in savage harmony against each other. Barry'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 Barry 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 Barry 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, too. 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 lust was in her eyes as she stared off into the distant, unfocused, uncaring, as she fucked back with all her might.
The money for this delicious chore is good, thought Bella drunkenly. I will do this for my son...
The heat in the room was intense now and men were removing heir shirts, 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 club might have broken out into an orgy, had it not been for Curt Baxter's restraining Voice.
He was calm, curiously calm, almost clinical as he quietly said, "Everybody get back!" Some couples, completely carried away, ignored his commands They were quickly removed from the club, by two gigantic bouncers. The room fell silent again except for the lewd sounds of Barry's thick cock savagely ramming in and out of the girl's quivering cunt.
"Roll over, Baby," It was Dirk making a command. Bella, lost in her lust, wildly fucking back at Barry, her slim waist bucking as her hips lashed up to take all of Barry's big cock, didn't seem to hear him. He repeated the order. "Roll over, baby. Get on top of him. Barry . .. 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 Bella 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 depraved as she deliberately teased him by clenching and unclenching her cuntal muscles around the shaft of his cock. Then Slowly, lewdly, she tightened her buttocks and rocked back and forth over him, wi groan after groan of wild delight from the big man.
Men looked at her glistening buttocks with her twin ass cheeks flexing and unflexing as their eagerly trembling hands would have given anything (their wives, most willingly) to get their hands on that luscious piece of oiled ass. Without being told, all eyes turned to Dirk who was crouched by the bed, a cruel, wild look on his 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 in the darkness with a man fondling her quivering breasts, moaned, "Ohhhh n000!" as she suddenly realized what was going to happen. The girl, Bella, was slowly spreading her oil-sheened legs wide until she had to bend her knees. She paused again, a look of depraved ecstasy 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 th . . just look at that cunt.. Everyone looked with half-closed eyes at Bella'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 a they moved up and down Barry's huge throbbing cock which was now covered with a coat of slippery oil and buried deep 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, reveling the coral-pink inner walls of her pussy. Even as they watched, they saw her glistening cunt contract tightly around his thick shaft. Bella was instinctively using her cuntal muscles to grasp more and more of his cock as her knees slithered slowly forward until they were next to Barry's armpits and her quivering ass cheeks were high in the air, lewdly inviting Dirk as she ground her cunt fiercely down on the huge pole of hard flesh sticking up from his groin.
Dirk crawled up on the bed on all fours, Slipping between the widespread legs of Barry and the girl until he was crouched over her upturned, Smoothly oiled buttocks.
Bella 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.man's cock pressing against her anus that she suddenly seemed aware of what was going on. 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 Dirk holding his thick jerking cock in one hand, guiding it to where it nudged against her tightly clenched little anus.
Bella's eyes widened and she appeared to focus them as she realized what was going to happen to her. She couldn't believe it! All she'd been instructed to do was to come out on stage, follow orders, and use her imagination. Nobody had said anything about anal intercourse! She froze in her obscene position, too frightened to move now for fear of displeasing Curt Baxter and losing the money she'd earned tonight. Then she closed her eyes and a slow, growing smile spread over her face. It was just part of the play, an idle threat. But her expression changed on one of pure panic as she realized they did plan to do that to her. Her head snapped around and her wide eyes stared blankly at the dark figures hovering close to the stage. She could only make out silhouettes as she frantically stared for one face: Curt Baxter's.
She had to find him, find his shadow and plead with him to make these men stop their attempts. She tried to move but both Barry and Dirk held her securely in place, their hard hands slipping slowly over her glistening flesh. "Nnn000oooo!!" It was a long lost wail that came to 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 Bella's frightened panting seemed like the only sound. The crowd watched, silently fondling and caressing one another lewdly as Dirk used the thumb of his hand trying to spread her slippery ass cheeks further apart.
The crowd watched Bella, quiver with dread as Dirk's hands brutally forced open her tightly clenched buttocks, drawing them apart. Tears suddenly wet her cheeks and the crowd gasped as the burly man used his outstretched middle finger to tease at her tiny rectal opening. Sharply then, without warning, Dirk rammed his oil-coated finger into her puckered little hole, driving it to the first knuckle joint. The muscles of Bella'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 her chest. "Pllleeezzz, noooo!"
Oh what a fool lam, allowing this to happen! How could I actually think I was going to make all that money and feel no pain. That night it was fun, but oh god, tonight will be hell!
Dirk's face was a study of brazen sadism. As if to answer her he viciously reamed and sawed in and out into the warm buttery depths of her rectum, thrusting his finger into the palm of his hand, causing the helpless young woman 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, Bella closed her eyes and was still, 0 trying not to think, only wishing it was over with and she was safe at home... cooking, cleaning.., anything! She was crouched on her stomach on top of Barry, her legs spread wide, her knees tucke4 under. She was completely defenseless, impaled on Barry's long hard cock that was hotly throbbing in her cunt and feeling Dirk's thick worming finger sent 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. A titter rose from their table.
Dirk 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 oil, Dirk spread the squirming woman'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 Bella's pain-contorted face, saw her eyes gape as the brutally stiffened cock suddenly popped like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle.
"AAAAAGGGHHHAAA!"
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 the probing tip of his thick, rampaging cock. Everyone watched as Dirk grinned wildly in triumph, and thrust his hips heavily downwaid, burying half of the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel with one VjCjO1 thrust of his powerful hips. Her groans choked back into her throat as, automatiCa Bella fought for freedom from the depraved assault, but her every move oiily served to impale her deeper because with each jerk and twist of her tortured body, Dirk's massivelY heated cock was sinking that much deeper futilely resisting anal - passage. Beneath her, a lewdly smirking Barry thrust his hips upwarf, 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 Dirk 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 Bella's face was distorted by pain, both Barry and Dirk started an almost maniacal fucking in and out of the helpless young mother
.
"AAAAGGGHHH
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. "Ohhh, God!" Bella screamed Piteously as she felt Barry's hotly throbbing cock pistoning deep up into her cunt from below, jOining the other thick skewering penis stuck so deep in her rectum. She whiihpered helplessly, both in the throb of pain and also in humiliation, sandwiched like a whore between the lewdly grinning men who were fucking her so mercilessly.
You wan ted to be treated like a whore, and now You're getting it, Bella Brandon.. You can't complain. . . YOU asked for it, lady....
She could feel everything more in tensely 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 club was growing wilder with couples stripping nearly naked. In the back, unseen by most, a man sprawled naked in a chair while a young girl crouched between his legs and sucked his virilely hardened cock while he watched Barry fucking up into the wildly writhing pussy of Bella Brandon. Another young girl somewhere in the back hung over the edge of her chair, her buttocks thrust up, while a middle-aged man gu his thick fingers into her cunt from behind. He held the girl by the hips as he slowly began fucking in and out of her pussy, but his eyes were focused on Bella up on the stage, in the brightly lighted bed with the two burly men.
Both Barry and Dirk finally fell into a smooth rhythmic cadence that pounded the oil-glistening body between them like a rag doll. Men and women all over the room were cumming all over their chairs and clothes as they watched. the wetly glistening cocks ramming into the girl's widestretched genital openings like high-powered punch drills. People sprawled on the floor as they watched the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Barry's penis on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly back inside her cunt as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. Everyone watched Dirk's thick 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 balls were wedged hard up into the softly yielding cheeks of her buttocks. Then, as everyone in the club watched her pain-twisted young face, a change gradually Occurred 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 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 rods of flesh pummeling into her.
"Jesus Christ," a man's Voice whispered softly, "She likes it!' Bella heard that and other 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... ple.eezz!!" 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 watched to see and hear her beg for it. And beg, she did.
Barry and Dirk went wild at her words, thrusting into her without mercy, yet she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they reamed 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, trying to crawl up onto it and get their hands on Bella's oil slick body. The bar bouncers were growling threats to several of the men, throwing them out the back into the alley. In the midst of the madness, Curt Baxter stood up and threatened to close the club if people didn't keep their hands off of the woman on stage. Already people were sliding their hands over Bella's lush young breasts that danced and trembled beneath her kneeling body as she bucked wherever they could and Bella threw back her head and moaned.
"Ahhh! God, yes! I can feel your cocks fucking me! Split me! Hurt meeee! God, hurt mee! Fuck me! FFFFUUUUCCCKK MEEEE!" She cried out, egging them on now, at the wildly ecstatic sensations. "Fill me! Cum in me together!" she wailed like a lost banshee, as she writhed and undulated between the two men.
Then the three of them were writhing wildly and shouting obscene pleas at each other, and she felt a hot boiling river of cum 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 Barry's powerful body, still thrusting his huge cock up into her rejoicing young cunt, and let Dirk fill her bowels with his hot sperm until it overflowed and ran down between her quivering ass cheeks to splash against Barry's balls below. Her face twisted in an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy that overwhelmed her and made her go limp.
And then the curtain pulled shut, leaving a wake of anguished pleas ftom the audience. A shout went up for an encore.
PART IV: TAMMY'S TURN
".... you don't have to play coy withme, Bella. I was there, remember?"
Tammy and Bella were, sitting in Bella's kitchen having a cup of coffee while Shelly played in his room-door closed-with Jody, his young friend from across the street.
"Oh, it was so terrible. I'm so ashamed ... I feel... so dirty. . . ." Bella hung her head, not wanting to look in to the knowing eyes of her friend who sat coolly smoking a cigarette between rosey red lips. Tammy flicked an ash into the ashtray. "I could never do it again even for a million dollars."
Tammy licked her lips, tasting the sweetness of her heavily glossed lipstick that left red smears on her cigarette butt. "Bullshit." She leaned over the table and lifted Bella's chin in the cup of her hand. "Look at me, Bella. Look me straight in the eye."
Slowly, painfully, Bella raised her head, her eyes wet with tears.
"You are a natural. You were good, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. I think it was Balzac who once said it didn't matter what you did, as long as you do it well. You fuck well... and you'll never be able to get away from the temptation to do again what you did last night. You gave people pleasure. What's wrong with that?" She sat back, letting Bella's chin support itself. "Keep that chin up, lady. Keep it up high."
"But I . . ." Bella's lower lip trembled.
"Did you hurt anyone by it? Hell no. . ." she answered her own question.
"But Peter . . ."
"What did you tell him?"
"I... I... told him I had a night job working at the post office for the Christmas season. He believed me." Bella wrung the tortured kleenex between her fingers.
"Honey, remember when I saved you from the wrath of your family the other night?" Bella nodded. "Well, at the time you asked me if there was anything you could do to repay me. Well, there is. I want you to get me a job with Curt Baxter. I know how the man operates-he only hires on referrals from employees-likes to keep it in the family. With you he made an exception. Will you do that for me Bella? Will you give him a call this afternoon and tell him about me and have him give me a call?"
What else could Bella do? "Sure, Tammy. Of course . . . you've been a real friend."
"Then you'll work just one more night... just one more night until I get a job?"
"Yes . . ." Bella sniffed.
"Promise?" probed Tammy, a smile growing on her lips.
"I said yes!" Bella took a sip of.her tepid coffee. "One more night and then I should have enough money for Christmas. After that it's all over. I'd rather die than go through what I did last night. It was hell..
Tammy stabbed out the butt of her cigarette. "That's a lie and you know it. Be honest with yourself Bella. Everybody saw you cum. . . ."
Bella began to cry.
"Damn it! There you go again, feeling guilty and all that nonsense. Just be what you are and forget about judging yourself. In some ways, Bella, you are the most hypocritical person I know.... But I love you, honey. There aren't many chicks I'd go through all this bulishit for. Just trust me. . .
Bella's second night of performing at The Cellar was her first experience with marijuana. She sat in the back room, the sumptuously decorated room with its mirrored walls, sipping Scotch and thinking about how wonderful it would be, walking out of the club three hours later. .. four hundred and fifty dollars richer. And she thought, too, about those fat, swollen cocks and how they would fill her.
Tammy, as always, had been right. Though it made Bella sick to admit it, she'd enjoyed the masochistic role she'd played two nights prior. Another part of her, an alien corner of her psyche, had responded with a vigor she didn't know she possessed. It was quickly becoming a part of her.
Just one more night, thought Bella studying her naked image in the mirror. Only because I promised Tammy . . . then I won 't let myself get so carried away again. I won 't. . . I can 't. God, help me, but I can't! She struggled to convince herself that those were her true sentiments. Curt knocked on her dressing room door, announcing it was time for the show to begin. Bella giggled and pulled herself to her feet, wondering if Tammy had succeeded in getting a job at The Cellar. Most certainly, she wished Tammy had convinced Curt she was fit for a job with The Cellar-though she had no idea what kind of work Tammy would do. Stripper, maybe? Though Tammy was thirty seven years old, she still had a body like a twenty two year old.
Bella was helped up onto a small platform at one end of the stage. The marijuana-high grade Colombian-had taken a toll on her sanity: she giggled and stuck her tongue out brazenly like a showgirl at the stage hands who looked at her. The platform contained a bed and nothing else. The platform was draped by black velvet, showing off her naked flesh to every advantage. The moment she stepped up on the platform, the lights began to dim and soon she was alone, standing in a cone of light.
Just one more night, thought Bella in her stoned stupor. One more night of getting fucked to death, and then I can hang up this act and go back to playing mother and wife to a boring out-of-work husband.
She smiled brazenly, not losing her sudden lewd confidence. She gazed out at the darkness, hearing the appreciative murmur of the men as they settled themselves comfortably around the stage. Some of them, she noticed, were becoming regulars to see her act. That pleased her.
Then, something happened. .. something happened to make Bella's insolence vanish.
It was a sound... it was the sound of a whip whistling dangerously through the air and culminating with a nasty crack-like a gun shot-as it snapped. The whip hissed again and again and Bella's face became startled and afraid.
Swaying drunkenly, she attempted to leave the stage. This wasn't worth all the money in the world! She found Barry and Dirk at either side, and the menacing expression on their faces told her they were in no mood for any more of her brazen defiance. She backed away, looking around desperately, trying to find a way out. Before she could move, the black velvet curtains were snapped aside and there stood Tammy with a whip in her hand! It was almost as if time itself stopped! Nothing no one moved! EveryOne looked at Tammy standing there so wantonly threatening, so wildly obscene! She wore nothing but high-heeled black boots that came up to just below her knee and a black mask that covered her eyes. She stood there with her legs wide apart, magnificently lewd with her fully ripened breasts jutting out. Completely naked, she idly swished the whip back and forth on the floor. Bella could see Tammy's eyes behind the mask . . . they were wild, mad, eagerly determined. Her whole manner was changed... it wasn't like Tammy. . . it was some she-devil bent on something wicked!
Bella took slinking steps backwards, away from her. . . instinctively, knowing, sensing that it would do no good to try and talk to or reason with Tammy. From the look in her eye, it was all too obvious she was taking this role of sadist seriously. If I hadn't been so eager that first night, bragging about how horny I was, I wouldn't be standing here right now confronting one of my best friends-with a whip in her hand!!
Bella crouched and cowered, trying to hide her voluptuous nakedness, realizing that she and Tammy were too much alike.. . she understood what Tammy was doing and why! Bella's futile efforts to cover her quaking limbs and nakedly quivering breasts only served to excite her audience even more. Each person present realized they were going to see something bizarre and wanton... something orgiastic.. . they could feel it in the very still air of the room...
"On the bed," It was Tanimy's voice and it wasn't Tammy's voice. Its tone insinuated a threat and the smutty promise of lewd things.
All Bella could do was shake her head.
Instantly, maliciously, the whip snapped across the stage and cracked sharply next to Bella'-s shoulder, making her jump and cower with fear. "Get on that bed!" Tammy's voice told everyone that she wouldn't tolerate any nonsense. In case anyone doubted her, she lazily flicked the whip sideways and the men saw that black whip snake its way around the incredibly well formed and slender wais't of Bella. They saw her wince as the tip of the whip bit painfully into her tender flesh. She was almost pulled off balance as Tammy jerked the whip back and stood.. . menacingly, sexually, with her legs far apart, her excitedly moistened cuntal lips glistening in the overhead spotlight.
"Tammy! For Chrissakes! Have you gone crazy?" hissed Bella, rubbing the painful red spot on her satin stomach. But Bella obeyed, crawling up on the bed and looking beseechingly at Tammy who swaggered in front of her, grinning cruelly now that she had made the young woman do as instructed.
Bella didn't notice Barry and Dirk coming up on the platform. . . not until it was too late. She looked up and gasped as they seized her by either arm, grabbing her slender wrists in their rough grips. She was forced flat on her back and her arms were spread wide and raised above her head "N... nnnooo!" She pleaded, not knowing what they were going to do to her. She saw immediately. From under the bed they brought steel handcuffs and clicked them shut over her wrists with a frighteningly metallic sound. The other end of the cuffs were locked to the head of the bed; she was caught, pinned, trapped, lying flat on her back with her arms stretched wide above her head. She struggled, twisting this way and that, trying to get free. She only succeeded in knowing how completely she was trapped. Her proud young breasts quivered and spread in an obscene and inviting way. After a short struggle, she lay still, panting, her melon-ripe breasts heaving, while Tammy gloated at the edge of the bed with her mask and boots making her look lewdly sexual, contrasting with Bella's nakedly chained body. She snapped the whip around on the floor and a big angry cat swishing its tail. "Spread your legs, Bella. You're gonna love this honey. Just like you did that first night I brought you here!" Her voice was gloating and grating as she said it.
Bella closed her eyes. This wasn't what she had expected, she didn't want to be such a victim, she enjoyed teasing the men. She tried to catch her breath and think of what to say or do that would extricate her from this impossible position.
The deadly hiss and smack of the whip almost coincided with her fearfully wild,
"AAAAGGGHHHAAA!" , scream, "AAAAGGGHHHAAA!"
"AAAAGGGHHHAAA!"
Twice the whip snaked through the air, cutting at her unprotected flesh, and when Tammy withdrew the whip, Bella had a livid criss-cross on her slenderly smooth belly. Her face was full of pain and fear as, lips quivering and her whole body trembling, she quickly spread her legs to avoid further punishment.
The men in the audience leaned forward, little tight lewd smiles on their faces. The girl was trapped and being forced into something. . . it would be interesting to see what happened to her. Already, she had opened her long lithe legs obscenely wide, and they could see that she was excited. Already, the quivering lips of her tight little cunt were swelling and lewdly parting, revealing a glint of sexual moisture in her slit. The men watched as her nakedly voluptuous body trembled and she spread her legs wide, bending her knees slightly, revealing all her secrets, even down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks. She lay naked and lewd, frightened, vulnerable. instinctively, she glanced in fear of Barry and Dirk. But they were backing off the platform, cynical smiles on their faces. Everyone could see a moment of doubt and puzzlement cross her face. Then, she looked at the foot of the bed and saw Tammy who had put her whip aside and saw crawled up on the bed, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. She crawled up between Bella's wide spread legs and looked down at the girl's loins, at the defenselessly quivering cunt.
In a flash, Bella knew what was going to happen... she saw it in the wild expression in Tammy's eyes behind the black mask... she was going. to be forced into something perverted.., they had her trapped and were going to arouse her until she accepted something unnatural and depraved. . . they were going to make her perform a perverted act . . . and Tammy was going to make her like it!
"Noooooo... Tammy! What's wrong with you?" hissed Bella. "You know I'm not a les, for Chrissakes!" She grunted and strained at the hand cuffs. "Come on, Tammy, enough of this game. Let's just call it quits. Whatchasay?"
For an answer, Tammy whirled and snatched up the whip. She crouched between Bella's tense spread thighs and had only to hold the whip up to subdue the quaking young housewife. She cowered under Tammy, feeling the livid red X wildly seared across her stomach by the whip. She tried to avert her eyes as Tammy cupped her warm hand over her wetly throbbing cunt. She knew all the men were watching... she could hear them exchange whispers. Obscenely, Tammy fondled the tender flesh of Bella's vagina with her cupped hand, stroking slowly up and down and beginning a regular rhythm while she bent over the chained woman's spread-eagled body and let her tongue snake out to lick wetly around one erect little nipple. She let her warmly wet lips close over the berry-like bud, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked sensuously. All the time, her cupped hand kept a slow massage going on Bella's cunt.
The men sat forward, quite, attentive, watching Bella's body as the masked girl made an unholy assault on it. It became immediately obvious that Tammy was enjoying her sadistic role of seducer tremendously. Her nakedly dancing breasts heaved with a lewd passion as she crouched on her knees with one arm above Bella . . . her voraciously sucking mouth flying from one breast to the other, leaving the nipples wet with a glistening saliva. All the time her hand kept up a grinding motion over the top of Bella's hotly pulsating cunt. Lewdly, brazenly, Tammy's hips pumped above Bella as if she had an invisible cock in her own moistly quivering pussy. Bella was stretched out with her eyes tightly shut, her face averted to one side, her nakedly chained body as tense as steel stnngs. Every muscle in her body was straining as she used all her will to resist the obscenely perverted thing Tammy was doing to her. She tried to deny the spasms of pure pleasure the other woman's mouth was giving to her breasts. She screamed in her mind so she wouldn't have to think about the smoky excitement smouldering deep in her groin as Tammy's bold hand stroked her cunt... she tried not to think of the sweetly intense pleasure she was feeling.. . nor did she want to think about the wicked pain she was feeling from the lash . . . the whip had bitten into her and her body was begging to perspire . . . the perspiration was beginning to sting in the red welts, and the pain was mingling , mixing with the pleasure . . . and the whole feeling was becoming something else. . . something darkly overwhelming, soaring.., wildly masochistic, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing in her body.
Tammy abruptly stopped biting and sucking Bella's breasts and sat up, looking down at her cupped hand over her cunt. She was panting, her ripely full breasts slowly heaving with pure lust. With one finger, she probed and slowly plowed Bella's passion swollen cuntal lips apart. The audience was silent as Tammy's finger spread the naked young cunt and began sliding up and down the hair-lined furrow, its passageway becoming more easy as the finger tip was lubricated by Bella's wild excitement.
The men watched as Bella tensed her body and Tammy leaned over her, forcing one outstretched middle finger into her wetly waiting pussy. The finger popped in a lewd, lubricated case and sank in to the second knt joint. With a wild grin below her black mask, Tammy began sawing in and out of the quivering pussy beneath her.
The men watched the two naked women, watched Tammy's finger fucking rhythmically in and out, glistening now with the dew of Bella's cunt-moisture.
Still, though, through it all, Bella fought her feelings. Her body was as tensed as some giant spring. She would occasionally exhale her exhausted breath and inhale again, tensing her chained and helpless young body once more against the unholy attack.
Tamnly grinned sadistically beneath her mask as she sawed in and out of Bella's cunt brutally and wildly, determined to arouse the housewife. She looked grimly evil and perverted as she bent over and spread Bella's cuntal lips so every man in the room could see the wet, coral-pink flesh. The masked woman expertly and obscenely ran her thumb over Bella's oiled clitoris, rolling it around, and sending jolts of pure pleasure surging through its flesh. Still, Bella resisted, her eyes shut tight, her head flailing from side to side. Her body shuddered as she struggled not to give in to her growing perverted pleasure. Slowly, savagely, Tammy stuck two fingers into the wetly lubricated cunt and sawed back and forth, finger-fucking her obscenely while all the men watched.
Stills Bella wouldn't budge.
The obscene sight went on for long lewd moments with everyone intently watching Bella's face and body for the first tell-tale sign of her giving in to her own all-too-apparent lust. Then Tammy looked angry, almost snarling. With a jerk of her head, she summoned Barry and Dirk up on the platform. Getting on either side of the bed, the seized Bella's ankles and jerked the captive young woman's shapely legs even further apart.
Bella called out with a choking scream that was muffled by the other woman's suddenly swooping and kissing her open mouth, the masked and booted Tammy's hot tongue shooting obscenely into her mouth. Barry and Dirk bent her knees and spread her legs, even splitting the fleshy crevice of her buttocks. Tammy, a depraved smile on her lips, let her tongue lick down over Bella's neck. All the men watched as the tongue slid wetly down over the chained girl's rapidly quivering breasts and' traveled down over her silky smooth stomach and the livid welts.
The audience sat like stones, watching, swallowing controlling themselves as they saw Tammy's hungry tongue wetly licking the insides of Bella's frantically jerking thighs. No one said a word as she slowly and gently placed her thumbs on either side of Bella's wetly glistening cunt. Slowly, sensuously, she spread the swollen cunt lips and looked at the cherry pink wet walls of the girl's pussy. Her tongue poised like a whip that had velvet smooth strokes. Everyone could see that Bella's body was tensed, trembling, waiting for the perverted attack. It came slowly, and gently .. . and obscenely. Tammy let the wet tip of her tongue lovingly circle Bella's erect little clitoris. Her tongue. gently licked up and down the hotly throbbing vaginal lips, teasing, lashing, wantonly provoking. Bella hung on as she felt the hot tormenting tongue licking around the tingling perimeter of her cunt. She hung on with her whole being until... trembling, a tiny moan coming out of her . . . she felt the tongue-tip slip lower, to her frantically quivering buttocks which were being held apart by Barry and Dirk. She felt Tammy's fingers slip down to further spread the pliant cheeks of her ass, and then she felt the tongue burning its wet way to her defenseless anus. "Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her cry was torn from her throat as the maddening tongue flicked back and forth over her tightly puckering little opening. It licked wetly up and down her fleshy crevice, and Bella knew she had never felt anything so brazen, so wildly perverted, so shamelessly obscene.. . or so exciting! The searingly lewd thrill that twisted her voluptuous young body was like the dam suddenly collapsing... she gave way, tumbling on the flood waters of an obscene lust too pure to be believed. At the same moment, the masked and booted Tammy sensed and felt her friend giving in and her head thrust forward, her tongue darting like some obscene whip as it lashed its hot way from anus to clitoris. The men in the room leaned closer and watched as the wctly licking tongue drove home into the warmly aching confines of Belh cuntal flesh. They watched while the tongue curled, darting deeply into he throbbing pink opening and then began tongue fucking the hopelessly aroused young wife who was chained helplessly to the bed.
A low, long animal moan came from Bella's tortured mouth . . . her refined features were still twisted as her nakedly tormented body writhed and her hips began pumping up and down on an obscene parody of fucking. The room seemed to explode in excitement. . . it was obvious that the beautiful, auburn haired woman had finally given into her own lust. A depraved smile twitched on her lust tightened lips as she writhed lewdly, encouraging the perverted attack on her helpless young cunt.
Barry and Dirk didn't have to hold her legs anymore... they stepped back and watched. Bella was holding her own thighs obscenely wide as she thrust her hotly clasping cunt upward, eager for more of the electrifying tongue. The men whispered to one another, eagerly watching Bella's debasement for their amusement.
But there was more to come.
Bella no longer seemed confined; that is, she no longer minded having her wrists clasped in cuffs and her arms spread-eagled over her head. Rather, she was enjoying the feeling as she wantonly twisted and writhed about. It was a deliciously exciting feeling, being so captured and so violated. Her depraved .face was grinning ecstatically as the cuffs cut into her wrists and Tammy's tongue darted, like a little red penis, deep into the confines of her shamelessly aroused pussy.
But her humiliation and decadence were yet to reach a climax . . . Tammy was yet to be reckoned with. Tammy, crouched on her knees, her hotly sucking, licking mouth locked on Bella's frantic young cunt, her naked back arched, her gleaming buttocks sticking out so lewdly... Tammy was yet to have her way! Her nostrils were flared as she breathed deeply, inhaling the warm perfume of her betrayed friend's cunt.. . her pelvis pumped with an oiled motion. Clad in black boots and masked, she suddenly whirled like a cat . . . she was quick with a sensuously feline grace whirling quickly, her greedy mouth still feasting on Bella's cunt, she ,turned her entire body and quickly placed her knees on either side of Bella's head. It was obvious that Bella had done it before as she hunched in the 69 position. Tammy crouched above Bella and clasped her nakedly spread buttocks, pulling the smoothly rounded ass cheeks apart again. Then she stuck her wet tongue deep down into B wildly quivering cunt once more. Tammy's hips moved downward and.. . Bella opened her eyes to see the other woman's wetly glistening cunt and naked buttocks poised... legs spread . . . right above her face. The men watched, eager wolf-like smiles on their faces as the beautiful auburn haired woman eagerly lifted her head, her neck tensing, her red tongue out, as she strived to lick her friend's cunt hanging only inches above her. Tammy complied, lowering her torso and her lewdly writhing hips, down on Bella's beautiful face. The two wanton women let their softly sensuous bodies blend together as they buried their faces in each other's pussies and began licking, nibbling, sucking at their unholy feast.
In an electrifying silence, Barry and Dirk silently stripped naked, letting their clothes fall where they may. They stood on the stage naked, their thick erect cocks bulging obscenely in front of them. Every man in the room felt a throbbing erection . . . everyone was excited. Barry and Dirk both looked as if they had cocks that were going to explode with a massively lewd excitement. Both men looked down at the bed and saw Tammy's nakedly writhing buttocks over Bella's face and Tammy's mouth voraciously sucking the widespread cunt below her. With a hoarse cry, Barry crawled on the bed. He crawled between Bella's wantonly spread thighs and wedged himself up toward Tammy's head. The masked and booted woman sensed his coming and took her mouth from her friend's lewdly churning cunt to look up. She watched with a lewd smile as Barry plunged his lust hardened cock deep into Bella's wetly quivering cunt. She watched Barry's long thick penis right below her - face, as it began brutally fucking in and out of the desire-lubricated cunt. Barry fucked with a wild abandon for about a minute, then wildly pulled his moistly glistening shaft out of Bella's tight clasping cunt and stuck it, wet with cunt juice, into Tammy's eagerly awaiting mouth.
Dirk, standing by the bed, his excitedly pulsating cock in his hand, watched Barry's obscene fucking of both women. He leaped on the bed, his face wild, his strong arms holding his body up over Tammy's. He looked down and saw her naked buttocks still grinding down on Bella's stunningly beautiful face. He watched their lewd liquid-like movement before he lowered his massively thickened cock down into the fleshy crevice between her ass cheeks. Tammy felt the hot hardness of his penis and obscenely thrust her ass upward in invitation, arching her back and tearing her cunt from Bella's gluttonously licking mouth. Bella looked up to see Dirk's rampant cock plow like a sword into Tammy's wetly clasping pussy . . . the same cunt she had just licked and sucked and made creamy and ready. Dirk pulled his cock out of Tammy's cunt with a lewd sucking sound and aimed it downward to slide into Bella's excitedly waiting mouth. Each and every man watched as she closed her eyes in lascivious rapture and as her tightly ovaled lips began sucking sensuously.
The defilement of both women was completely and brazenly displayed. Both men fucked with wild abandon, fucking cunt and mouth alternately. The girls behaved like depraved animals. . . they were truly mindless with lust as they fought to lick each other's cunts and suck cocks at the same time. Insanely, Bella would reach up and grip Tammy's wantonly writhing buttocks. Her nails dug into the snowy soft flesh of her friend's ass cheeks, and she held tightly in place while she watched Dirk's cock flying into the cunt right in front of her face. Both girls were insanely excited by the sight of the other being fucked so humiliatingly in front of a crowd of strange men.
Wild with lust, both women fought to suck cocks. The scene grew wilder and wilder as sweating bodies writhed obscenely with all shame forgotten. With greedy looks the men switched girls, moving around on he bed so that Barry fucked Tammy's cunt and Bella's ovaled wet lips, and Dirk enjoyed Tammy's eager mouth and Bella's invitingly spread pussy.
The party was beginning to get out of control as men in the audience stood up and stripped off their clothing, never taking their eyes from the writhing foursome on the bed. The room was wild with excitement until the club's bouncers came in and quelled the near riot.
PROLOGE
"Tammy . . . I don't know what to say."
Bella and Tammy were sitting in Tammy's back stage dressing room, sharing a bottle of Scotch and smoking the last of the marijuana from the teakwood box.
"Honey, you don't have to say anything... you were great!" She handed Bella the roach of the joint. "I think we both found a solution to our discontent.. . ."
A knock at the door made their heads turn. A tall, distinguished looking man, well dressed and well comported, stuck his head in. "Okay if I come in?"
"Sure thing, honey," Tammy invited.
"I'm Joe Bellows. I own a film company in Chicago and I have an offer to make you girls."
Delving into his breast pocket of his vest he pulled out two of his cards and handed them to the women. "After watching you ladies I got an idea for a film. How about 'S and M in the Kitchen'?" He smiled, waiting for a response.
"What?"
"Mr. Baxter told me you were a housewife, Bella. I can see it all now... butcher blocks, meat cleavers.., there's no end to what we could do. .. ."
He looked hopefully at Bella.
If the price is right. . . "Oh, I can assure you, Bella, the price will be handsome."
"And nobody will ever have to know?"
"Nobody... including your husband. I pay in cash. Strictly cash."
"Give me a call tomorrow. . . or better still, let me call you." Bella looked pleased.
After Joe Bellows had left, Bella began dressing to go home. "I have to keep up the image of the housewife you know, and as long as Peter doesn't suspect it won't hurt him. There's no reason I can't have the best of both worlds. . . ."
Tammy began putting on her trench coat "Bella, I could have told you that years ago. . . ."
