satisfied some of her hunger, anyway! At least now she had the enchanting young masculine beauty of Eddie, the Instant Press boy, at hand, available, she was certain, at the slightest indication on her part, and he was the most lovable, eatable lamb in the world! Except, next time, she intended to further his manly education another way! And lastly, the frustration of last night's abortive lovemaking had left her high and dry. Carl had been too tired the night before to pump enough blood into his loins to get his huge cock up and keep it there! She'd been ready for him, though, still convinced that if he and 'it' became numb enough, myriad of erotic sensations could happen to her, but the old lover-boy had just gradually faded away beneath the veil of his consumed fatigue, finally snoring, and she'd covered him with the blanket, the poor old bastard, and kissed him goodnight, then fallen into her passionate thoughts.
They had been that, all right, so much so that the tremendous urge to satisfy them had been almost unbearable. Once, she'd nearly awakened Carl to try again, but his snoring advised her that would be useless… and at last, she'd slept. Even so, it'd hardly been much different upon awakening this morning! The tiny imps with the sensuous forks were still alive in the soft belly and hungry loins of her young needing body.
God, she was all damp as usual between her legs! The narrow, thin strip of nylon snugly caressing her there was saturated with the hot moisture seeping from between her pussy lips! She'd have to change her panties…!
And… on the other side of the wall, in the wood-walled privacy of his office, Dr. Carl Dexter was half- whispering into the tightly clutched telephone receiver, hoping to hell his wife wouldn't come bursting into his office with some stupid question about her typing like, 'Where does this arrow point to?' God no! Not when he was talking to Valerie Barren!
On the other end of the line, a softly spoken voice trilled, 'Oh, Dr. Dexter, I'd love to talk to you some more. You're such an… an understanding man, so sweet and undemanding.' A slight pause during which Carl had the feeling the stripper was probably staring at herself in the mirror, in the nude more than likely, or maybe playing with herself on the bed? Jesus, he didn't know, but whatever it was that made her voice sound like that, it sure as hell was sexy!
'Uh, Miss Barren, we… we're in kind of a rush with a report we're drawing up for our grant sponsors, so… so if we could get together sometime soon… like today or tomorrow maybe…'
'Oooh, that sounds wonderful,' she purred, 'but I have to work late this afternoon. I have a new job down at Big Don's Do-Do… Oh, I wish you could come in and see my act, Dr. Dexter. I'm sure you'd learn a lot about me if you could watch me real close…'
'Why, Valerie, I'd love to!' The doctor straightened immediately, the furrows on his forehead fading as a tight smile dimpled his cheeks.
'This afternoon? Could you make it this afternoon?' Valerie's voice became a higher soprano with each syllable.
'I'll see you this afternoon then. Maybe we can talk or have a drink if you're not too busy.'
'Beautiful…'
Silently, he replaced the hot receiver back on the cradle and pushed the buzzer that connected to Ann's desk on the other side of the wall…
In his typical furrowed voice, he was once again Dr. Carl Dexter, all business. 'Ann, I'm going out for a little while this afternoon. Think you can handle things?'
'Sure,' was her curt reply.
'See you at home then, baby.'
Click.
'Baby?' Ann wrinkled her nose in disgust, thinking, who the hell does he think he is? Lover boy? What a joke!
CHAPTER FIVE
Following the exact directions from the gas station attendant, Carl found no difficulty in locating the place. Right on Broadway, just as the man said. It was small from the outside, decorated with bright neon lights that flickered even now in the late afternoon. A man dressed in a red velvet suit spotted him coming and started calling to him, gesturing with his arm to wave him in.
How nice of Valerie to tell them I'm coming he thought, and quickened his pace.
'Sir, step right in and see some nasty action!' the gauchely dressed man hissed, at the same time grabbing the doctor by the arm. 'No cover, sir, special deal for you. Are you a tourist in town? Be sure to get one of our postcards to send home to the wifey, huh?' he nudged. 'Special deal… just buy two drinks and the rest of the treats are on the house. Hey, hey! Such a deal!'
Before the stunned professor could even open his mouth to tell the sweaty-smelling, liquor-breathed man that he was a friend of Valerie's, two nakedly attired girls in sequined G-strings and bras grabbed him, one by each arm and escorted him into the dark interior of Valerie Barren's house of employ.
'Right this way, honey,' the redhead directed, walking faster now, making the rhinestone and silver bracelets making her arms jingle, the heady scent of her lilac perfume building pressure in his sinuses till he thought for sure he'd sneeze.
'What can I get you to drink, doll,' the blonde on his left wanted to know. 'Gotta buy two drinks a set, baby. What'd ya want?' Her voice was thick and husky, obviously a chain smoker from the sound of her voice, and a heavy drinker from the smell of it. 'Well, I got other men to take care of. What'll it be?'
'A… a scotch on the rocks, please.' He hated scotch but it was the only thing he could think of in his confused desperation. Brawny hands, blue veined and cold looking, pushed at his chest, easing him into the front row chair, just feet away from the empty stage.
'That's a couple bucks extra for the front row,' croaked the redhead holding out her hefty palm. 'And two bucks for the first round unless you want to buy one for the waitress, then it's only a buck and a half. Think you can swing it, big boy?'
With cold, stiff fingers, Carl reached for his wallet and handed her a five dollar bill which she grabbed from his hand and, with a sneer of her ruby red lips, sauntered off, calling, 'thanks for the ball bustin' tip, honey,' over her shoulder.
One by one, drunken sailors and gauchely dressed 'Super Flys' sauntered in, gradually filling the room to half full. Next to him a table of Minneapolis-Honeywell executives in their white shoes and polyester plaid jackets and contrasting pants, sat drinking steins of beer. He could tell who they were by the yellow happy face convention tags that read, 'Happy Day From Honeywell!' and below, 'Please to meet you, I'm _
' In the typical husband-away-from-wife attitude, they talked dirty and tried to buy the redheaded waitress until the price became a sore point and she spilled a full mug of beer on the fat one in the middle, then they shut up.
Carl stared at the stage, trying to figure out what was on it, and he thought he saw a bed before he was distracted by a couple being seated on the table on the other side of him. Jesus, he didn't know men actually brought their wives into places like this! He crossed his arms over his chest and took another sip of his scotch, wondering just what kind of show Valerie would put on. God, if women were allowed in here, it couldn't be too risque.
He tried to listen to the conversation of the couple next to him. A rather striking young girl accompanied by a tall man with a Texas accent, they were tourists, most likely from the way they talked. Carl was trying to listen in the conversation of the couple, certain that he'd heard the man say something about 'fucking' to the girl with him, but Carl scolded himself for having such lewd thoughts. Damn, ever since that phone conversation with Valerie that was all he could think about.
Carl had ordered his second drink when the lights in the place dimmed even lower than they already had been. 'I guess the show is going to start at last,' he said quietly to himself, absent-mindedly.
At first he thought the show was going to be a play, as the stage was outfitted like a bedroom in an ordinary house and he mused to himself, I didn't know the girl was an actress. Just a few feet away from where he sat was an old fashioned brass bed, turned at a slight angle to face them. To one side was an end table, and toward the
