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"Why? What happens at these... things?" Kim couldn't resist the
question. The thought of watching people do what they would ordinarily
do in privacy, in bed, in a whorehouse, was too thrilling to resist.
She shifted again on the chair, feeling the tight crotchband of her
panties bite into the wet, swollen lips of her cunt. She crossed her
legs tight, feeling the band bite deeper, feeling her excited clitoris
grow oiled with her own heat and slip out of the band. By rocking back
and forth, pretending to listen to Klaus explain above the music, she
was able to rub her clitoris back and forth against the band, exciting
her so that her face was flushed and the nipples of her breasts
hardened, shrinking into tightly erect points. Klaus was telling her
about one he had attended some time ago, and she was imagining herself
standing nakedly in front of a group, showing them her proud body and
its scratches and bruises. She clenched her fists to keep from
shuddering.

"Naturally, orgies are hard to find because they are secret. They take
precautions and this is a lucky break."

"How do you know this is... genuine? The real thing?" Kim asked.

Klaus smiled politely. "You saw that girl dance. And she says that the
price is seventy five per person. That follows my experience and lends
credence."

"S... seventy five dollars?"

Klaus nodded. "Believe me, you get your money's worth."

Nichole tapped Klaus on the knee, getting his attention. "Don't
embarrass my friend. She doesn't have to go if she doesn't want to."

"Yeah," Ernie added, "now's the time to take the party-poopers home."

"Ernie!" Nichole protested. "Don't talk that way."

"Why not? Hell, we're all tip-toeing around afraid of Miss
What's-Her-Name here. Hell, let her go home. I wouldn't miss this orgy
for anything."

Klaus looked at Kim and shrugged. "Rude as he is, I'm afraid I agree
with him. I'm going to go. I'll be happy to take you back to the
apartment."

"Well, I think you both are being rotten to Kim!" Nichole said.

"Oh?" Ernie leered. "I suppose you're not going?"

Nichole looked right in his face. "I wouldn't miss it for all the
money in California, and you know how much I love money, honey. Don't
you worry about old Nichole. I'll be right there in the front row. And
you two will be with me. No, that isn't it. What frosts me about you
two is the way you assume Kim won't go. Hell, you haven't even asked
her if she wanted to go!"

Again, they all looked at the embarrassed red-haired housewife who
tried to look cool and poised. Nichole was the first to speak. "Do you
want to go? If you don't, we understand. Well drop you at my
apartment."

Kim's mouth was dry. Her fingers trembled. Her drugged young body was
a mass of swirling emotions and conflicting feelings. She couldn't
help thinking of Hank and remembering her near-rape. Going to an orgy
would be daring and wicked and something she would never forget.

"W... would I... would... w... we... would we have to do anything but
watch? I mean..." She licked her lips and tried to hide her excitement
and fear.

"No, this girl says they have arrangements where one can watch in
private."

"T... the money..." Kim began.

Klaus waved her problem away. "I would be delighted."

Before she realized it, the hashish playing tricks with her sense of
time, they were threading their way through the tables with Kim
looking back and thinking, "My God, I never even looked at the other
dancer!"

Yet, as they crowded into a cab and she felt Klaus pressing his whole
leg against hers, she felt a thrill and giggled. All of them seemed to
have their adrenaline running high now. They were conspirators and
they shared a secret: they were gong to do something illegal. More
than that, they were going to do something immoral, sinful, lustful!
They were going to watch an orgy!

To her surprise, Kim found that the address was on Russian Hill
instead of some grimy tenement in the Haight. A doorman in regal
livery politely asked them to stand in front of a television camera
whip he punched the floor and apartment number Nichole gave him.
Nichole smiled at the camera. A voice came through a chrome-faced
speaker. "Yes?"

"Mr. Burdick?" Nichole asked as she had been instructed.

"Which Mr. Burdick?" the query came cautiously .

"The one from Sharon, New York, who smokes Chesterfields."

There was a click then a voice asked, "How many?"

"Four."

Another click and, "Let them in, Albert."

The doorman showed them into a tastefully decorated lobby that smacked
of wealth. Kim seemed to stumble and float like a weightless leaf on
water.


Chapter 6


The apartment itself was large, a duplex, and was tastefully
decorated. Modern abstract paintings hung from the walls, setting off
rooms with blacks and slashes of vivid color. The furniture was modern
and elegant. It reminded Kim of apartments she had seen in fashion
magazines. Cool quiet jazz came from speakers that were all through
the apartment, and the lights were on a rheostat that someone was
manipulating, lowering the lights just as Kim and Nichole came in with
their escorts.

A sleek, chicque girl in a clinging dress greeted them and showed them
to the largest room of the apartment. Here it seemed, was the orgy.
Here everyone was gathered, waiting, talking murmuring against the
music excited, anticipating the great event. Their young guide showed
them to a couch along one wall where they could sit. The center of the
room was cleared of furniture, and mattresses had been laid out on a
platform that was about waist high. Couches and chairs were strung out
around the platform on all sides. Kim and her friends were in the very
back row with only a wall behind them.

"I thought this was to be private," Kim whispered.

The girl overheard and smiled at her. "We have rooms you can watch it
from on closed circuit television or a two-way mirror," the girl
smiled coolly at Kim. "Only two people to a room."

Kim shook her head. She didn't want to get separated from her friends;
safety in numbers, she thought, looking around. The four of them sat
against the wall and watched the room filling up with people. Kim
stiffened. A young girl with large breasts was coming toward them. The
girl was naked! No, worse than being naked, she was only wearing black
boots and a flimsy, blood-red G- string. The tiny G-string didn't
really cover much; it only seemed to draw attention to her vaginal
crevice, that fleshy gully up between her legs. Her breasts were huge
and jutted out and shook and quivered when she walked.

She came with her hands on her hips and stood in front of them.
"Coffee, tea, or me?" she asked.

"You!" Ernie thundered.

"Thanks. Later. No, really, I'm supposed to ask you if you'd like some
champagne or grass?"

"Both," Klaus said. "Bring us a bottle and whatever you have to
smoke."

The girl turned and sauntered off with Kim watching her ripe, naked
buttocks rise and fall with every step. It was all too lewd and casual
and exciting for her to believe. She found she couldn't say anything
as the girl came back with an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in
it and bent over, her breasts hanging and seeming to swell, as she put
some thin brown cigarettes on an ash tray on the coffee table in front
of them. The girl grinned brazenly at Ernie. "You can give me my tip
later."

They all laughed and Ernie poured the wine while Klaus lit up one of
the cigarettes and passed it around. Kim accepted a glass of champagne
gratefully. Her mouth was dry and she needed something to quench her
thirst. She gulped the drink and found it tickling her nose with its
wondrous carbonation. She took the offered cigarette and smelled the
thick, sweet odor of it... then inhaled.

And the room grew dark except for baby spots that were trained on the
mattresses on the platform in the center of the room. The pungent
sweetness of marijuana and hashish smoke hung heavily in the air. Kim
saw everything through a screen, a haze. She could see the burning
tips of the cigarettes in the darkness. The room grew quiet as the
music was turned low; soon only the sound of an occasional inhalation
and exhalation could be heard. It all looked chic and exciting to Kim.

Another glass of champagne was put into her hand by Klaus. She had
drunk the first one without a thought. It didn't matter, the cool
liquid going down her hot dry throat felt good. It was nice to have
Klaus looking after her, she mused as she sipped.

A murmur of excitement swept through the room, and in the soft velvety
darkness, Kim could see a figure moving toward the platform.

The girl with the black boots and red G-string got up on the platform
and stood in the light. The spotlights made her nakedly gleaming flesh
seem all the more white and her breasts stood out full and rich and
heavy. She took her G-string off while smiling and talking to the
people nearest the platform. She stepped out of the G-string and stood
legs apart, hands on her hips, her pinkly glistening vaginal lips
clearly visible in the light. She twirled the G-string in one hand and
let it fly out into the darkness and the audience.



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