away. All I have to do is hold my breath…' she took in a lungfull of air, raising her large firm breasts higher, straining against her dress. For nearly a minute she imprisoned the air in her lungs, while her face reddened under her light make-up. '… Like that,' she said, exhaling, 'and they'll be gone. See! Hiccup!'
They both laughed at her failure to rid herself of the slight discomfort. 'Try putting your head between your knees and holding your breath again,' Martin said. 'That works when nothing else does.'
Eager to rid herself of hiccups and equally as eager for some unknown reason to please Martin, she did as he said. She pulled her miniskirt higher up her legs until without her realizing it, it exposed the soft smooth flesh of her upper thighs. Martin could hardly keep his eyes on the road while he watched her put her head down between her open knees and inhale another large, deep breath. Her long tanned thighs invited him to touch them and it was all he could do to restrain himself and keep his hands on the wheel.
Janet kept her head between her knees a little longer than necessary. Alcohol and her sudden wicket thoughts of what Martin would be like in bed gave her the bravado of a little daring that she had never experienced before. She enjoyed having Martin look at her legs as she knew he was doing it but it couldn't hurt anything, and besides, she half giggled to herself, she was titillated by the cool air from the vents blowing around her opened thighs.
She had a smile on her face as she lifted her head up and exhaled. 'I think they're gone,' she said, waiting a moment to be sure. She purposely left her skirt high on her thighs. She enjoyed the cool air. She wasn't ashamed of feeling slightly excited, if only in thought. Why not? It can't hurt anything.
'Here, have a little of this,' Martin said, pulling a flask from the glove compartment. 'Martinis from the flask, ready to drink. I always mix some before I go out. It saves not only time, but a little money if I'm half-lit before I get to wherever I'm going.'
Janet started to refuse, but changed her mind. So what, if I'm drunk, she thought. One or two more won't hurt. I'm not a child. I can hold my liquor as well as anyone.
She took the leather covered flask and put it to her lips, taking a full swallow, and strained not to start coughing. It tasted strange for a Martini, but she didn't dwell on it. She had no idea that Martin had fixed the bottle with something extra before coming to pick her up. He was well versed in aphrodisiacs. He had put just enough in so that they would not be affected too strongly… only enough to be suggestive. He would let the liquor and her disappointment with her husband do the rest.
He pulled into the club's entranceway, stopped and walked around the car to open the door for her.
'Oops,' she said giggling as she got out of the car and nearly stumbled. 'I've had too much to drink already.'
'Nonsense, silly girl, you're just not used to the night air,' he said, the smile still spread across his face.
Brace yourself, Janet thought as they neared the door, but somehow she didn't feel as nervous about going to a topless show as she had before. The five Martinis has relaxed her nervous code of ethics until she saw the billboard in front of the club.
'FIRST IN LOS ANGELES — TOPLESS AND BOTTOMLESS.'
She gasped when she saw the sign, trying to cover her shock. For a moment she stood still, halting Martin on his walk to the door. Oh no, she thought. I can't… but… I'm a grown married woman now. I can take this. She giggled again trying to suppress her strict Midwestern morality and walked through the doorway, followed by Martin who tipped the doorman his usual exaggerated tip.
Janet felt her sobriety weaken as she entered the club. Strobe lights beat a weird rhythm to the music. For a brief moment she focused her eyes to the strange light and discovered that she was having trouble walking with the lights beating at her eyes in the off and on strange patterns.
She glanced at the stage to see six overlarge breasts bouncing to the wild music. Quickly she lowered her eyes to the floor to watch her feet follow Martin and the Maitre d' to their table.
'Anything wrong,' Martin asked her, knowing all the while she was shocked.
She shook her head bravely and he ordered cocktails from the waiter, her moving head only further confusing her senses. The strobe lights beat a strange and haunting rhythm on her brain and body. The potion in the flash had taken effect, but she refused to recognize it at first. She watched the dancer until she heard Martin's voice at her ear.
'Where are you, Janet? You look a thousand miles away.'
'Oh, no, Martin,' she quickly apologized. 'It's just that I've never seen anything like this before. I wonder how those girls must feel up there with nothing covering them, dancing hour after hour. They must be awfully bored.'
'Probably no more bored than you.'
'Martin, no. I'm having a wonderful time,' she apologized again. 'If I'm a little silent it's just the liquor. Really, you could never bore me.'
'That's not really what I'm talking about,' he said.
'I don't understand.'
'I mean Greg. I know it's probably none of my business, but I've noticed that he doesn't pay any attention to you anymore. I wasn't surprised at all that you had been drinking when I picked you up tonight. I've been hitting the bottle pretty hard lately myself because of Darleen. So I know how you feel.'
Janet listened to him, feeling the warmth of his breath as he talked to her. He had moved closer so that she could hear him over the pounding music. She suddenly felt very close to this man. They were sharing an experience and she felt a kinship that only a shared loneliness can bring.
'I didn't know, Martin. I thought you and Darleen were happy. I've never noticed anything that would make anyone suspect you were having problems too.'
'Oh, we're good actors, Janet. It's been almost three years since we've really gotten along. We haven't even been to bed together in the last year. I sleep out in the guest room.'
Janet was shocked. 'I had no idea. Here I've been brooding about my life and I'm in heaven compared to you.' She leaned over and kissed his cheek affectionately.
Martin smiled under the flashing strobes. It was going even easier than he thought. 'Is it alright to ask what is wrong between you and Greg?' he said.
'I'd tell you if I knew,' she said. 'But there seems to be no answer. I've thought it was his work, but even on the weekends he is too busy for me. I guess I'm just losing my sex appeal. I'm old before my time.'
'Nonsense,' he said. 'There isn't a man in this room who wouldn't want to take you to bed right now.'
'Martin, you're so sweet.'
Yeah, I'm sweet, he thought. 'Let's dance. The music is slower for a minute or two. They've got to give those dancers a break sometime.'
The couple joined the throng that headed for the dance floor. There were always more people dancing when the music slowed. Janet swung into Martin's arms and felt them close protectively around her. The drug's effect was at its full power as their bodies met and started to dance to the slow rhythm. The drum and bass beat in tune with Janet's heart as she followed Martin slowly around the floor.
Her breasts were straining through her dress against him. She wore no bra and the taut nipples nearly pierced the thin, sheer material. Greg had never let her wear a bra, saying that it weakened her pectoral muscles. He was right, she thought, as she felt her breasts crushed harder against Martin's strong body. She could feel his leg slip between hers as they danced. A light dampness eased its way from her vagina to the pink lips of her vulva, giving her warning. She had never felt like this by just dancing. There seemed to be no explanation for the fire that was building inside her. She tried to pull away from Martin. Making Greg jealous was a good plan, but she didn't want to go too far.
But Martin had other plans. He knew the potion was affecting the girl as it was affecting him. Instead of allowing her to move away he tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her tighter. Even though afraid, she felt comfort in his arms and her body clung involuntarily to him as though she suddenly had no control over it.
Janet closed her eyes, trying to put the flashing strobes out of range, but their intense light shown through her eyelids and seemed to beat harder into her mind. The tempo of the music had increased yet the pair held close to each other, still dancing with their bodies almost as one. The young wife's mind was playing sexual fantasies deep within her. Her body was responding. She could feel her breasts heaving against Martin, with only the thin veneer of light summer clothing between his chest and her taut nipples.
