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She giggled, feeling naughty, going to see a topless dancer with a
strange man. How many women did that? Klaus gently guided her by the
elbow into a night club that advertised TOTALLY NUDE outside. Once
inside, it was pitch black and Kim opened her eyes wide, trying to see
where she was stepping. Klaus guided her all the way, and the four of
them sat at a little table with Klaus holding her hand and gently
moving his knee against her thigh. He gave her hand a little
reassuring squeeze, and she squeezed back as they all looked up at a
tiny, brightly lighted stage.

Kim watched, fascinated, her stare a hypnotic drugged one. Idly, she
wondered if people could tell she was high. She tried to remember what
it was they had smoked... it wasn't marijuana. Her thoughts seemed
difficult and almost impossible to collect and regulate. She shook her
head and watched a young girl mounting the tiny stage that had mirrors
for a backing. Once up on the platform, the girl casually pulled her
dress off her head and stood listening to the beat of the music on the
juke box; she wore nothing but an Indian headband and a pair of
sandals.

It was a powerful sensual shock to Kim, looking at another woman's
naked body with a group of virtual strangers. The dark bar was packed,
mostly with men and with the majority of them being military people.
Almost timidly, the drugged housewife looked up at the girl who had
short hair and a slim, boyish body. At first glance, she could have
been a boy. Her hips were slim and her buttocks small and tight, and
her breasts were high and small, almost non-existent when she
stretched her arms above the head. Her nipples were a dark red, hard
and tight, like pencil erasers. Her pubic hair was black and there
wasn't much of it over her firm little mound of Venus. Even her
pouting - dry - vaginal lips looked tight and small.

It seemed obscene somehow to look at another woman's vagina along with
a roomful of strangers and see the lips form more distinctly, see the
indentation by her thighs take place. Suddenly, with a barely
suppressed gasp, Kim realized the girl was getting excited by standing
naked before a roomful of strangers. It, the idea and the act, was
exciting not only the girl, but Kim! She was astounded by the wanton
strength of her own lasciviousness and sensuality. Somehow, it must be
all mixed with the pungent smoke.

Slowly, Kim let her eyes wander from the girl's tight little cunt to
see that she was standing nakedly right in front of her. The dancer
squatted obscenely so Kim could look right up at her narrow vaginal
slit and see the fluted pink edges slightly trembling. Slowly, the
embarrassed young wife looked up to see that the girl was wantonly
smiling down at her, snapping her fingers in time with the music, and
slowly undulating her hips in a most obscene and suggestive way,

It was as if the girl was crouching, offering her pussy to Kim and to
Kim alone! It was with a shock that the red-haired wife gradually
realized the girl was inviting her to caress the warmly perfumed
vaginal flesh and everyone in the room must know it. Kim darted a
nervous look at Klaus who shrugged, and at Nichole who laughed and
looked back up at the girl.

The naked dancer, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs, mouth
open, eyes half-closed, turned and sensuously swayed down the platform
until she was in front of Nichole who seemed to ravish the girl with
her eyes. The dancer crouched before the brunette, her legs
wide-split, her now pinkly glistening pussy pumping lewdly back and
forth not two feet from Nichole's face.

Kim felt she had to be imagining things, that it was all the - what
was it? - the "hashish" they had smoked. It had to be! The girl
couldn't be a lesbian. Nor could Nichole! She was just enjoying the
dance, that's all. Yet it seemed so obvious, so blatant. Kim watched
the girl and her straining thighs and firmly jiggling little breasts,
and the whole idea seemed so wicked and so risque and wild that it
excited her. It touched a chord deep in her drugged body that vibrated
out of control for a moment, bringing a hot, itchy moisture to her
vagina and forcing her to close her legs and squeeze her thighs
together to stop the insane throbbing of her clitoris.

The girl dancer had hips that seemed to be attached to her body by
ball bearings and stainless steel springs; she gyrated and rotated,
her tight little buttocks visible in the mirror as they jumped and
jiggled and grew taut as she danced. The music was growing wilder and
wilder as she cupped her orange-sized breasts and seemed to offer them
to the room at large, but really giving them in silent invitation to
Nichole right in front of her. She stopped dancing and stood with her
legs spread wide apart and slowly - as Kim gaped and leaned forward,
her hand on Klaus' knee - slowly, lewdly and wantonly rotated her hips
and rolled her buttocks so that her pussy slit glinted moistly in the
light. Her mouth dry and her heatedly throbbing clitoris pounding
again, Kim squeezed Klaus on the knee and looked at Nichole. The
brunette was hungrily staring right at the offered cunt, her eyes half
closed, her face dark and intense.

Slowly, as Kim watched, the red, wet, quivering little tip of her
tongue licked her lips.

Kim fell back in her chair, letting go of Klaus and suddenly aware of
his big strong hand on her knee. He ran his hand further up her thigh,
whispering, "Did you see that?"

All she could do was nod, looking at the two women who seemed to be
transfixed. Then, abruptly, the dance was over and the girl grinned
and stood up, reaching for her dress while the room exploded in
applause. It seemed as if everyone knew what was happening, and the
atmosphere was heavy with a lewdly sensuous feeling---a strong surging
sense of immorality. Kim sat silent in her chair, white and shaken,
because she had never seen anything like that before between two
women, and had never dreamed of such a thing about Nichole.

She passed a vague hand over her eyes, thinking she must be seeing
things, imagining things. Yet, the dancer did look kind of boyish and
she was down off the stage and dragging a chair up by Nichole and
whispering to her. Kim felt shaken for two reasons: imagining such a
thing about a friend; and also realizing that the wildly vulgar dance
she had just seen and the non-verbal exchange she had witnessed had
wantonly excited her beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her
sopping young cunt fairly ached, forcing her to twist and turn under
Klaus's hand in an effort to find a better way to sit. She moved
uncomfortably, feeling as though her entire vagina was on fire. She
felt immersed in a whole world of lewdness. Sex was everywhere in the
bar. Men were looking hungrily at her as they waited for another
dancer. Men were looking with the hot perfume of sex in the air! IT
WAS EXCITING!

While the drugged young housewife sat in a kind of sexual reverie,
"feeling the world around her" and feeling her immediate world of the
sleazy dark bar, another dancer walked up on the platform and began
taking off her dress to reveal her buttocks bare and bulging. While
all these things were happening all around her, Kim could feel her
flesh and found it excited. Men were mentally undressing her and
Nichole. Suddenly Kim sat forward, noticing her three companions
weren't looking at the stage. They weren't paying any attention to the
new dancer, but, rather, had their heads bent together and were
talking excitedly in low voices.

Kim leaned closer to hear what they were saying.

"Why not?"

"One in a million chance."

"1 wouldn't miss it for anything."

"What?" Kim asked, interrupting, eager, squirming to know what it was
that was so interesting. The three of them looked at her, and Ernie
had his cynical smile. "No," he said, looking at Klaus and shaking his
head, "I don't think we can do it."

"Vhy?" Klaus asked.

Ernie nodded at Kim, and they all looked at her. 

She could tell she was still suffering from the effects of the
cigarette. Everyone seemed far away, like looking at people through
the wrong end of a telescope. Yet she could hear what they were
saying.

"What? What about me?" Kim asked, her voice sounding strange and far
away.

Klaus patted her knee in a paternal way. "Nothing. This girl here,
this dancer, talked to Nichole, and it seems she knows where a live
sex show is going to be."

"Live? Real?" Kim gaped at the girl in disbelief.

Klaus nodded. "An orgy. For a price, they allow people to watch."

The thought staggered Kim. She had never in her life dreamed of such a
thing. Yet, San Francisco seemed full of everything else sexual. She
had even read articles about the so-called massage parlors. Why not
orgies with an audience?

"Since they are against the law, they are very hard to get to see,"
Klaus went on, explaining. "Since nothing is held back at these
orgies, I'm afraid they will always be outside the law. I can't
conceive of a government that would ever permit such things publicly."



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