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 – cuntal 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 cuntal 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 cuntal 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, wetly 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' 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.'
'I 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.'
'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 wetly 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?'
