Klaus nodded. 'Believe me, you get your money's worth.'
Nichole tapped Klaus on the knee, getting his attention. 'Don't embarrass my friend. She doesn't have to go if she doesn't want to.'
'Yeah,' Ernie added, 'now's the time to take the party-poopers home.'
'Ernie!' Nichole protested. 'Don't talk that way.'
'Why not? Hell, we're all tip-toeing around afraid of Miss What's-Her-Name here. Hell, let her go home. I wouldn't miss this orgy for anything.'
Klaus looked at Kim and shrugged. 'Rude as he is, I'm afraid I agree with him. I'm going to go. I'll be happy to take you back to the apartment.'
'Well, I think you both are being rotten to Kim!' Nichole said.
'Oh?' Ernie leered. 'I suppose you're not going?'
Nichole looked right in his face. 'I wouldn't miss it for all the money in California, and you know how much I love money, honey. Don't you worry about old Nichole. I'll be right there in the front row. And you two will be with me. No, that isn't it. What frosts me about you two is the way you assume Kim won't go. Hell, you haven't even asked her if she wanted to go!'
Again, they all looked at the embarrassed red-haired housewife who tried to look cool and poised. Nichole was the first to speak. 'Do you want to go? If you don't, we understand. Well drop you at my apartment.'
Kim's mouth was dry. Her fingers trembled. Her drugged young body was a mass of swirling emotions and conflicting feelings. She couldn't help thinking of Hank and remembering her near-rape. Going to an orgy would be daring and wicked and something she would never forget.
'W… would I… would… w… we… would we have to do anything but watch? I mean…' She licked her lips and tried to hide her excitement and fear.
'No, this girl says they have arrangements where one can watch in private.'
'T… the money…' Kim began.
Klaus waved her problem away. 'I would be delighted.'
Before she realized it, the hashish playing tricks with her sense of time, they were threading their way through the tables with Kim looking back and thinking, 'My God, I never even looked at the other dancer!'
Yet, as they crowded into a cab and she felt Klaus pressing his whole leg against hers, she felt a thrill and giggled. All of them seemed to have their adrenaline running high now. They were conspirators and they shared a secret: they were gong to do something illegal. More than that, they were going to do something immoral, sinful, lustful! They were going to watch an orgy!
To her surprise, Kim found that the address was on Russian Hill instead of some grimy tenement in the Haight. A doorman in regal livery politely asked them to stand in front of a television camera whip he punched the floor and apartment number Nichole gave him. Nichole smiled at the camera. A voice came through a chrome-faced speaker. 'Yes?'
'Mr. Burdick?' Nichole asked as she had been instructed.
'Which Mr. Burdick?' the query came cautiously.
'The one from Sharon, New York, who smokes Chesterfields.'
There was a click then a voice asked, 'How many?'
'Four.'
Another click and, 'Let them in, Albert.'
The doorman showed them into a tastefully decorated lobby that smacked of wealth. Kim seemed to stumble and float like a weightless leaf on water.
CHAPTER SIX
The apartment itself was large, a duplex, and was tastefully decorated. Modern abstract paintings hung from the walls, setting off rooms with blacks and slashes of vivid color. The furniture was modern and elegant. It reminded Kim of apartments she had seen in fashion magazines. Cool quiet jazz came from speakers that were all through the apartment, and the lights were on a rheostat that someone was manipulating, lowering the lights just as Kim and Nichole came in with their escorts.
A sleek, chicque girl in a clinging dress greeted them and showed them to the largest room of the apartment. Here it seemed, was the orgy. Here everyone was gathered, waiting, talking murmuring against the music excited, anticipating the great event. Their young guide showed them to a couch along one wall where they could sit. The center of the room was cleared of furniture, and mattresses had been laid out on a platform that was about waist high. Couches and chairs were strung out around the platform on all sides. Kim and her friends were in the very back row with only a wall behind them.
'I thought this was to be private,' Kim whispered.
The girl overheard and smiled at her. 'We have rooms you can watch it from on closed circuit television or a two-way mirror,' the girl smiled coolly at Kim. 'Only two people to a room.'
Kim shook her head. She didn't want to get separated from her friends; safety in numbers, she thought, looking around. The four of them sat against the wall and watched the room filling up with people. Kim stiffened. A young girl with large breasts was coming toward them. The girl was naked! No, worse than being naked, she was only wearing black boots and a flimsy, blood-red G-string. The tiny G-string didn't really cover much; it only seemed to draw attention to her cuntal crevice, that fleshy gully up between her legs. Her breasts were huge and jutted out and shook and quivered when she walked.
She came with her hands on her hips and stood in front of them. 'Coffee, tea, or me?' she asked.
'You!' Ernie thundered.
'Thanks. Later. No, really, I'm supposed to ask you if you'd like some champagne or grass?'
'Both,' Klaus said. 'Bring us a bottle and whatever you have to smoke.'
The girl turned and sauntered off with Kim watching her ripely naked buttocks rise and fall with every step. It was all too lewd and casual and exciting for her to believe. She found she couldn't say anything as the girl came back with an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it and bent over, her breasts hanging and seeming to swell, as she put some thin brown cigarettes on an ash tray on the coffee table in front of them. The girl grinned brazenly at Ernie. 'You can give me my tip later.'
They all laughed and Ernie poured the wine while Klaus lit up one of the cigarettes and passed it around. Kim accepted a glass of champagne gratefully. Her mouth was dry and she needed something to quench her thirst. She gulped the drink and found it tickling her nose with its wondrous carbonation. She took the offered cigarette and smelled the thick, sweet odor of it… then inhaled.
And the room grew dark except for baby spots that were trained on the mattresses on the platform in the center of the room. The pungent sweetness of marijuana and hashish smoke hung heavily in the air. Kim saw everything through a screen, a haze. She could see the burning tips of the cigarettes in the darkness. The room grew quiet as the music was turned low; soon only the sound of an occasional inhalation and exhalation could be heard. It all looked chic and exciting to Kim.
Another glass of champagne was put into her hand by Klaus. She had drunk the first one without a thought. It didn't matter, the cool liquid going down her hot dry throat felt good. It was nice to have Klaus looking after her, she mused as she sipped.
A murmur of excitement swept through the room, and in the soft velvety darkness, Kim could see a figure moving toward the platform.
The girl with the black boots and red G-string got up on the platform and stood in the light. The spotlights made her nakedly gleaming flesh seem all the more white and her breasts stood out full and rich and heavy. She took her G-string off while smiling and talking to the people nearest the platform. She stepped out of the G-string and stood legs apart, hands on her hips, her pinkly glistening cuntal lips clearly visible in the light. She twirled the G-string in one hand and let it fly out into the darkness and the audience.
Slowly, the fingers of one hand slipped down and spread her pouting vaginal layers of soft flesh, letting everyone see her femaledom as she slowly turned around and around. Kim looked at the girl's cunt and saw it was wet and a scarlet red; it was obvious that she was eager for action. The expression on the girl's face was one of
