grew silkier and fuller from the action of the brush. Even the hair picked up some of the oil, a few traces, and had its own subtle fragrance from the shampoo.
She took a long time getting dressed, too. First she painted her toenails with a flesh-pink colour, made up her face lightly with eye-shadow, pencil, and some red lipstick which she stared at for a while in the mirror and then wiped completely off. Her own lips looked good enough to attract those she might want to attract. And she didn't want to be leaving traces — they often landed in the wrong places.
After brushing her pussy with a whisk of talcum powder, she pulled on a white pair of her tightest, scantiest briefs. They clung to her body with just enough firmness and were flexible and comfortable no matter how she bended or sat. Then she pulled a very short tan skirt up her legs and fastened it at the waist. She rarely wore this garment. It was definitely a party skirt. She didn't even like to wear it on the street for more than half a block because it always drew stares and often comments.
Finally she donned a thin knit top, which clung nicely to her bare breasts, and on the top of it she wore an open tan jacket without buttons or clasps in front that made a kind of brief suit with the short skirt.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror inside her bedroom after putting on some high heeled shoes.
Looks good, Janey dear, she said to herself. She laughed at the daring of it. Her slender shapely legs looked even longer because of the high heels and with such a short skirt, looked like they could be bare all the way up to the crotch. She turned around a few times, checking herself out from various angles, walking away and walking back toward the mirror. She liked the way she moved.
She sat and waited for Maureen and Mike to arrive.
At exactly eight o'clock. She heard a purring motor cut near her building. She opened the curtain, shielded her eyes from the near streetlight and looked down. The passenger door of a big white GM car swung open and a couple of seconds later Maureen was outside. She wore heels, and was dressed in dark clothes. She turned to say something Janey couldn't hear to Mike apparently, who was going to stay in the car.
Janey got up from the window and grabbed her shawl and a tiny purse with her keys and a couple of bucks in it.
When the buzzer went off, she pushed the button to let Maureen in several times, said goodbye to Duke, patted him, and set off down the hall to meet her friend, slamming the door behind her and making sure it was locked.
She waited outside the elevator and met Maureen, who was surprised at first. They got into the elevator together and went down to the street.
'You look nice,' said Maureen, looking Janey's body over with gleaming eyes.
'You, too,' said Janey admiring Maureen's low cut black dress that ended at mid-thigh and her black stockings that showed off her shapely legs to perfection.
'This is Janey,' said Maureen through the window to Mike just before opening the door for Janey to swing in on the front seat. Janey got in without hesitation and she and Mike greeted each other with smiles. He had sharp friendly intense eyes. He glanced at her legs once, and started the car, checked the mirror, and looked out his window as he accelerated the car away from the curb.
Janey swung against Maureen as the car moved quickly to its left. She put her hand on Maureen's thigh to steady herself and for a while they held hands in the dark.
'These people are very interesting and give excellent parties,' said Mike.
'Good,' said Janey. 'I haven't been to a good party in a long time.'
'This will be a swinging affair,' said Maureen.
'I know a couple of the people that'll be there, and they're wild!'
'Oooh,' said Mike with a short wave of his hand and a genteel movement that was meant to signify a rolling of his eyes, 'anything goes at this place. Anything! There are many rooms and many things going on. But you don't necessarily have to join in and do any of them. You can get crazy, you can dance, you can say anything, or you can find a place to sit by yourself or even rest all night. They even have a healed swimming pool.'
'Sounds like a palace,' said Janey with an excited flush in her face.
'It is,' said Mike. 'It's a pleasure palace.'
They spoke well together like they were all three old friends, and the ride did not take very long. Within a few miles they were pulling into the curb among a whole wilderness of other legally arranged automobiles. They got out and waited while Mike locked the car door.
'I wonder if I should leave my purse in the glove compartment,' wondered Janey out loud.
'No,' said Maureen. 'What if we should get separated long about one or two o'clock and you want to go home with somebody else or something?'
Mike said. 'Mary always has a small guest room for coats and valuables. She keeps the door locked and wears the key on a gold chain around her neck.'
They walked up to the front door, their heels clicking on the pavement, their voices excitedly babbling with anticipation.
They rang the door bell of a huge home. From afar they heard the muffled noise of a large gathering. Suddenly the door swung open and they were hit with a blast of talking, shouting, shrieks and laughs, and the hostess, Janey immediately gathered, was standing in front of them with a big welcoming smile. She was a somewhat older lady, ample of flesh, and very expensively dressed. She said hello to Mike and gazed excitedly at the faces and the breasts of the two young women he had with him.
'Mary, this is Maureen, and this is her friend, Janey.'
They exchanged pleasantries with the lady, taking her hand in turn, entering the big warm house and letting her close the door behind them.
The hall was carpeted, had a very high ceiling, and led into numerous other rooms from which came the sounds of merrymaking at high volume.
'Come in here now,' said Mary, unlocking a door just to their right. She threw the bolt, twisted the knob, and threw the door back, holding it open as the three of them brushed by her in turn. 'Find a good place for those things you most care not to lose,' said Mary. 'And don't forget where you put them! I hate having people lose things of value even though I know everyone here or know somebody who can vouch for them, there have been things lost and it makes a very unpleasant effect on a party when someone discovers a loss, even if it's not a theft.'
They did so and filed back out of the room. She locked the door behind them and dropped the key back down between her breasts.
'Now,' she said, grabbing Janey by the arm, 'I want you to meet the guests.'
Janey smiled and led the way with Mary. Mike and Maureen were right behind them. They walked straight down the hall, leisurely and curiously. They glanced into each room, waved and said hello to strangers, smiled at the funny games they were playing, old party games and kids games with an adult twist, passed one room where a beautiful girl, covered with sweat, was doing a fast nude dance on top of a table while people watched, shouted above the music, or drummed the edge of the table with their hands.
At the end of the hall, they veered left into a kitchen full of hors d'oeuvre tables and cocktail food. 'Here are the drinks,' said Mary. 'Take whatever you like, whenever you, want it. You have only to ask.' They nodded hello to the uniformed bartenders.
Finally they emerged in the back of the house and found themselves suddenly in a dark area surrounding a large pool where people frolicked with lots of laughter and splashing.
'The water is heated,' explained Mary. 'You may also feel free to leave your clothes on one of the chairs or tables around the sides if you care to swim or ask me if you can find me to lock your clothes in the room where you left your belongings. There are also some bathing suits in the lockers at the end of the pool apron if you feel that you need them. But most of us don't bother to wear them while we swim here. I personally think they just get in the way.'
'Crazy,' said Mike.
The three of them wandered slowly back toward the back door of the house.
'Now there are lots of things to do and lots of new friends to make,' said Mary. 'Remember there are three floors in my house and you are free to walk anywhere that's not locked. If you need anything, just holler.' She disappeared into the crowd.
