The music, liquor and aphrodisiac had become too much for her. She opened her eyes, seeing a single topless dancer undulating on the stage. Janet began to dance the same patterns as the girl as she pushed away from Martin.
Soul music, Janet thought. I can feel it! I can feel it! She jerked her body in rhythm, throwing her arms, feeling her breasts bounce beneath the sheer white dress. She was perspiring, aware only of the hot flashes of abandonment coursing through her body.
As she danced, she watched the single girl on the stage. Instead of being embarrassed, as perhaps, she normally would have, she was intent on becoming that girl. The dancer's bare breasts moved with halting grace under the influence of the rotating lights. Janet's imagination transported her to the stage, dancing half-nude in front of more than two hundred people, throwing her arms in the controlled sensual movements of a professional Go-Go Girl.
Her hips jerked to the beat, perfectly in tune with her bouncing breasts. She felt free, alive. She was in a sexual world of her own, but wanting, needing a man. Suddenly the dancer on the stage unfastened her G-string and let it fall to the floor, exposing the thin, open slit of her clean-shaven womanhood.
Janet felt no shock at the sudden display. Instead she remained dancing, now nude in her own mind. To her, reality was not on the dance floor, but on the stage. She was that girl. She was totally naked before the crowd. Her loins were on fire and she was a woman! She was a woman!
She looked at Martin, dancing three feet from her, imitating the same soul searing African movements of the dance. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead. She began dancing for him, not aware of who he was. His image was fogged before her. This, for the moment was her man and… she was his woman!
The fire between her legs grew as she threw up her arms and tossed her head from side to side in a dance that imitated the sexual act. Her hips thrust forward, again and again and Martin responded by moving closer, grinding his pelvis at her as though he were taking her right there on the dance floor.
Their bodies were inches from each other. One of Martin's legs was between hers as they danced, rubbing against her exposed thigh. Her miniskirt was hiked high on her legs as she bent backward and forward in the most primeval motions of dance.
She watched Martin's hand come slowly toward her like a snake in the Garden of Eden, beckoning, urging her to come closer. The hand found her waist and drew her closer until their bodies touched at their loins. Janet could feel his penis hard beneath his trousers, straining at her. She ground her hips against him. Her mouth was opening, breathing heavily, spurred salaciously on by the growing fire inside her. The lights flashed in brilliant colors on her half-open lids. She put her hand on the back of his neck, leaning backward, pushing her enflamed crotch against his straining penis. She stared at him, her eyes searching for his identity. Each beat of the drum pounded at her, exciting her further. She could feel their bodies touching, touching. She imagined them to be on a bed, ready for each other, ready for the final thrust that would connect their flesh together.
Martin pulled her closer, then suddenly kissed her, crushing her lips against his open mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat.
Oh my God, she thought. What is happening! The shock of the sudden kiss had awakened her from the wild, sexual stupor. She wanted the kiss, but knew it was wrong. They mustn't. 'No, Martin…' she tried to say, struggling away from him. She was frightened, knowing that he still excited her, that she wanted him. But she had gone too far. She must stop. She turned and walked quickly, but unsteadily from the dance floor toward the door, bumping into people as she left. Martin followed her to the outside, picking up her wrap at the hat check.
CHAPTER TWO
Ashamed of herself, Janet whimpered quietly as the white convertible sped along the freeway. Now I've ruined our friendship, she thought bitterly. How could I have led him so far? I only wanted to make Greg jealous and now I'll hurt Martin. How selfish could I have been to have thought I could use him like that?
Deep in self accusation Janet failed to notice the bright lights of the exit turnoff. Martin had driven off the freeway far from either of their homes. He knew exactly where he was going. The girl, far on the other side of the car, paid no attention to him, but he didn't care at that moment. He knew the liquor and sex potion were still powerful enough to turn her on again if he played it carefully. Her seduction was assured. The plan was working perfectly and with no possibility of flaws.
Janet watched the lights of the city grow smaller as they drove up Mulholland Drive. Her senses were still fogged. Each impression that she received through her eyes was a singular, momentary one, giving her time to analyze each light, each sense. She felt as if she had been smoking Acapulco Gold, an exceptionally strong Marijuana that she and Greg had tried once at a wild party. The drug had scared her and she had never attempted to try it again.
But for now she needed no Gold. Her mind slowly drifted to peace as she watched the beautiful city unfold below her. It spread for miles in lines of brilliant lights, illuminating every block of the Los Angeles valley. She felt completely alone until the car pulled into a secluded parking spot at the topmost viewpoint of the drive.
'I thought you'd like the view,' Martin said matter-of-factly as he got out of the car. He walked to the other side and opened her door, holding his hand for her to grasp as she nearly stumbled from the interior of the automobile. 'It's too beautiful a place to pass without stopping on a clear night like this. Besides, it should clear both our heads a little,' he said with a reassuring laugh.
Janet said nothing as she followed him toward the edge of the cliff. They watched in silence for a minute. She was awed by the creations of electrical engineers that had illuminated one of the largest cities in the world with bulbs of every size, shape and color, giving it an almost supernatural glow.
It seemed perfectly natural to her that Martin should put his arms around her waist as he stood behind her, looking over her soft shoulders at the spectacle below. They still were friends, she thought, and she felt strangely at home in his arms. For a moment the guilt returned. But I'm not using him now, she thought, desperately trying to convince herself that the lewd sensations flickering through her body meant nothing. We're friends! That's all, just friends!
The rationalizing thought kept pounding through her mind — and then was gone — as Martin slowly lifted his arms, positioning his hands at the fullness of her quivering breasts. He cupped their firmness with his large palms and fingers, prodding at them as they stood quivering straight out from her heaving chest. He could feel the taut nipples pulsating eagerly beneath the thin material of the light dress. The cool air and events of the night had kept them almost hard since they had been dancing half an hour before at the discotheque and his expert ministrations urged them on. Janet's head lolled back without resistance against his shoulder as he urgently massaged her soft, resilient flesh. She put her hands over his, entwining their fingers. 'Ooooh, Martin,' she murmured softly, her body shifting with the movements of his hands. There was no thought now of her husband, no thought of the man she had vowed to love. Only the gentle urgings of the hands manipulating her flesh into the white hot heat of desire.
Cupping her hands over his at her breasts, she started to turn, but Martin took the lead and pulled her around to him. They stood, their bodies touching full length and looked at each other. He's so good, she thought. So gentle. Nothing he could do would be wrong… nothing… A rock hard bulge in his trousers twitched involuntarily against her smooth, flat belly. She could feel the dampness between her legs renewed as her suddenly salacious thoughts envisioned what the huge swollen member would feel like worming around deep inside her. There was no turning back now. It was good… soooo good. And almost eagerly she let Martin draw her lips to his and kiss her, softly at first, then more urgently.
Her lips were pressed hard against his, open and willing to take his tongue as it probed the depths of her unresisting mouth. Small moans of erotic stimulation gurgled from deep in her throat. The drug had made his touch seem Godlike. She was a Grecian princess standing on a hill above ancient Athens, about to be taken for the first time by a ghostlike creature who had come to her in a dream. A strange, erotic dream that knew no right or wrong, only love, an all consuming love that mattered above all else…
They stood motionless. Martin pulled his lips from hers and gazed momentarily into her eyes. He knew she was ready but she surprised him by how ready she was.
