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Subject: "The Hidden Camera" Chapter 4
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The Hidden Camera
Chapter 4
When the phone rang that day a couple of months ago, Nancy
had heard the familiar voice and knew who it was
immediately: Rita Colbert newly married and now Mrs. Tom
Nelson. Nancy had laughed. Whatever her name now, it was
good to hear from Rita. They had gone to college together
and, after graduation, they had drifted apart and lost
contact with one another. Nancy was genuinely glad to hear
from Rita, for she had really liked her at school. Warm,
tender, a bit wacky and rumored to be "racy!" Nancy found
Rita more sinned against than sinning. Rita liked to stay
out late and have a good time. She liked to drink a little
too much, but she had a good heart and common sense.
Besides, she was the one girl she knew at college that
didn't resent her stunning beauty and the way men buzzed
around her. "Hell," Rita had cracked, "it gives me a
chance to meet a lot of groovy swingers."
"Nancy, how the hell are you and guess who this is?" The
voice was gay and kind of brazen.
"Rita! Where are you?"
"Here in Chicago."
And that had been the start of it. Nancy didn't, at that
time, suspect a thing. She never knew that Tom was
checking her out from the bar, seeing if she was right.
They met for lunch down on the busy loop. Rita had
suggested a place which turned out to be an expensive bar
with pine paneling and leather chairs studded with brass
nails. It was darkly lighted and the lunch was expensive
and tasteful and it was good to see Rita once more. Nancy
had noticed that a lot of handsome men and attractive women
were meeting one another. Also, a lot of men were openly
staring at her ink-black hair and stunning sensually full
lips that contrasted so wantonly with her delicately
chiseled features.
And Rita. Rita had changed since college. She was
flashier, more heavily made up and... with Nancy trying
not to notice... she wasn't above flirting with complete
strangers. Twice Nancy thought they were going to be
joined by men and ruin their chance for woman-talk. Rita
seemed to be inviting it the way she looked across the
crowded room at the men with that almost brazen smile and
the way she wore her dress cut low... cut almost
indecently low... so that everyone could get a good look
at her firmly swelling deep cleavage that quivered with her
every movement.
But they weren't interrupted and they had a chance for long
talk and catching up on one another. Rita had married Tom
who was an up-and-coming young executive in public
relations. Rita yakked a mile a minute, telling Nancy of
all the young people they were meeting, of all the parties
and celebrities she was meeting. "And what are you doing?"
Nancy felt almost embarrassed; her own life with Allan was
so dull by comparison. She apologized and Rita waved a
hand. "Listen, I'm fascinated. Tell me all about him,
your Allan."
Nancy had! She told her friend almost everything,
including the fact that Allan had to go out of town
periodically, going to other branches. "He volunteers for
a lot of it." She looked off, toying with her salad. "He
wants so much to get ahead. I understand... still, I get
lonely."
Rita was all enthusiasm, ordering another drink, another
luncheon martini with a flourish. "Tell you what. Next
time he goes out, you come with me. We'll make the rounds.
You'll meet Tom. We'll have a blast. We'll do the town up
and keep each other company. Tom will be all over the
place, and won't have too much time for us. He'll be
working actually. I swear to God, sometimes when I want to
see my husband, I have to go to an opening or reception or
some cocktail party. I swear, when I slow down, I'm going
to pass out. What say, is it a deal?"
Nancy had smiled. A bit of partying and fun wouldn't be
out of line. After all, it was boring being at home alone
at night. How many nights could one girl spend cleaning
and washing? How many nights watching idiots prance on
Let's Make A Deal? How avidly could one read the Reader's
Digest and TV Guide? A crooked incongruous grin split
Nancy's classic good looks. Her mouth gave her away, for
it was sensuously full and red. "Okay, if it all works
out."
"If what works out?"
"If Allan is out of town on a night when you're doing
something."
Rita laughed and cocked her head. "Where's Allan now?"
"He's in Cleveland. He'll be home tomorrow evening."
Rita made a face. "You're on. We're going to the premiere
of some movie tonight. At least that's what I think is
happening. I think Tom said something about a big party
and then this premiere of a new movie."
The two girls looked at one another and laughed. "Okay!"
Nancy said. Actually, she liked such sudden,
improvisational happenings. To suddenly take the hunch of
the moment... to accept a wild dare... to have fun... to
run wild in an amusement park... that was Nancy's idea of
having fun. Allan was always quietly amused by her antics
and wild ideas. One day they had been quietly strolling in
Lincoln Park when Nancy had paused on a bridge over a pond.
"Listen, let's just jump in, huh?" she'd said seriously.
Allan had quietly and patiently explained here and now
wasn't such a good idea. He was always pointing out folly
to her. He treated her as if she were addlepated and had
to be protected from the world. "You trust everyone," he
was fond of saying. "You never look before you leap."
Allan was out of town, far away, unable to advise her or
ask her to think when Rita invited her along. No one was
there to stop or even warn her. Indeed, there was nothing
to worry about. Ahead lay a party and a movie... a
premiere. Nancy grinned and felt a giddy recklessness.
"Okay, let's go on the town!"
It turned out to be an exciting afternoon and early
evening. Nancy slipped right into Rita's mood which was
one of mock boredom. They laughed a great deal and shopped
in the better downtown Chicago stores. It was a beautiful
summer day, not too hot or windy, and the girls enjoyed
themselves hugely, leaving a wake of turned male heads
wherever they went.
In the late afternoon it grew hotter and Rita suggested
killing some time in a bar before it was time to go to the
party. They found a fashionable bar which Rita said was
frequented by lawyers. Some of them knew Rita... rather
intimately, it seemed. Men came up to her and put their
arms around her, grinning in a way that Nancy didn't
approve. She also didn't like the way they looked at her
and her figure, and asked about her... it was like she
was... something to be bought and sold... something to be
used.
"You got to get used to this kind of life, honey," Rita
said, rolling her eyes as if she were bored and disgusted
with the whole thing. "I mean, everybody is informal and
friendly. One gets used to such things."
"I bet."
"Hey, drink up, you're lagging behind." Rita jiggled the
ice cubes in her empty glass and ordered another round with
a nod to the waiter.
Nancy noted how hard and fast Rita was drinking. She never
used to back in her college days. At lunch, she had downed
three big martinis with no visible effect. Now, they were
drinking more, and Nancy was beginning to feel the effect
of her cocktails. At home, Allan never allowed more than
once cocktail before dinner. He frowned on people who
drank too much. But... Nancy smiled to herself... Allan
was out of town and wouldn't be back until late tomorrow.
She grinned at Rita. She was feeling no pain and just a
little wicked. It was fun, doing something different,
meeting people who seemed just a little bit disreputable
and racy. It was exciting and just enough irresponsible to
feel glamorous and jet-set-type, drinking the afternoon
away in a downtown Chicago bar.
They sat, two extremely attractive women, drinking with men
coming over and buying them drinks and flirting with both
of them... they flirted with Rita because of her deep
cleavage. Her breasts seemed high and firm, and men were
constantly peering down at them. They flirted with Nancy
because of her incredibly good looks. She sat smiling,
looking fresh and clean, her voluptuously supple body
barely hidden beneath her clothes. She sat with her long
tapering legs crossed at the knee, showing a flash of
sheathed thigh all firm and white. Invariably, when men
came over to their table, they ended up flirting with
Nancy.
At first, she was flattered and pleased with all the
attention she was getting; but as the long afternoon wore
on and more drinks were consumed and cocktails began to
stock up in front of her, she found the conversation
getting rough. One man whose name she didn't catch, was
sitting next to her. He was a big man, older, with a gruff
voice. He put a sweaty hand on her thigh and squeezed it,
hoarsely whispering, "Let's you and me go have some
action."
Nancy smiled at him with her elegant features serene and
composed. "I beg your pardon? "
"Fuck," the man whispered in her ear.
Nancy reacted as if hit in the face by a wet towel. She
looked at the man, astonished. Surely she hadn't heard
right.
"Fuck," the man repeated. "Get a couple of bottles and a
hotel room and fuck. I'd like to fuck you to within an
inch of your life. I'd like to fuck you until you beg me
to stop."
The flow and company around their table suddenly shifted,
everybody moving like they all were in a kaleidoscope.
Nancy suddenly realized she was getting drunk, and she
pushed her drink away and upset several drinks. Everyone
laughed and no one seemed to mind. Several men ordered
more drinks as Nancy looked around, trying to find the man
who had whispered in her ear.
His words burned in her brain like acid sears through
steel. He had been crude and vulgar and... filthy. His
words had sounded lewd and visions of a couple... naked...
in a hotel room was in her mind. She was shocked and
indignant by what the man had so lasciviously whispered in
her ear... and... Oh God, she was oddly aroused. No
one... ever... had ever dared talked to her like that
before... no one! His suggestion was obscene and
insulting and yet, yet, she found a little smile playing
about her sensuously pulpy lips. "No more for Nancy, she's
smashed!"
Nancy peered across the table to see a man pawing Rita
rather boldly, as Rita laughed and pointed at her. "She's
my friend and I gotta take her to the party and the
premiere!" Rita called out.
"Hey, the party! The premiere!" The call went up around
the table, and Nancy found herself being helped to her
feet. Everyone was talking at once as the men settled the
bill among themselves, and it appeared to Nancy that
everyone was talking at once... and she really couldn't
understand what anyone was saying. She let herself guided
among the tables and led along as Rita laughed and shouted
something to her, and they were suddenly out on the street
where Nancy found herself gulping in hot night air and her
face felt the sultry heat of a Chicago summer night. They
were out of the cooling air conditioning, and it was dark
outside. The loop was awash in light from cars and taxis
and the great office buildings that towered over them.
Nancy stood a little tipsy, feeling strong men's hands
holding her up, as she realized it was night! She wondered
how long they had been in the bar?
Laughing, shouting, jostling, they all crammed into a cab.
Nancy couldn't see the man who had whispered m her ear.
Apparently he was gone, lost in the semi-drunken shuffle.
The cab lurched along and Nancy found herself crammed
between two men. She felt their strong warmth engulfing
her, and she laughed at jokes and said senseless things.
Her mind was miles away.
The words of the stranger growled in her ear were still
ringing in her head. The very audacity of it! He had
suggested they go off somewhere and do obscene things
together, and she didn't even know his name! Her mind
mused on all the hotel rooms in Chicago and, perhaps, in
some of them, there were men and women in them; strangers,
just meeting and getting together and stripping naked and
drinking too much and doing obscene things together.
For the first time in her life, Nancy felt her body racked
with an emotion that hit her with a fury and intensity she
had never even dreamed of before.
She found every single nerve in her body tingling with a
supreme lust. She sat in the crowded cab as if in a
trance, her eyes looking far off and slightly glazed, her
red fulsome lips slightly parted and gleaming wetly, as she
felt a lewdness throbbing in her pulse as she wondered:
Could I do that? Could I have gone off with that stranger?
The answer was yes! Nancy sat, feeling a massive throbbing
pound rhythmically through her sensually aroused body as
she sat and allowed herself, for a few reckless moments, to
imagine... daydream... about what it would be like to be
naked and alone with a strange man. The drinks were
beginning to have an effect on her, and she still felt as
if she were on a holiday. Wildly smiling, she let herself
think about what it would be like to be naked and drinking
with a stranger. More than that... to be naked and
enticing in front of a stranger like the one who whispered
in her ear! To be totally naked and at the mercy of
someone who was coarse and vulgar and used her like a
whore! To have some hairy man paw her soft naked body...
to have them do obscene things to her... to be forced to
do... things... to him! Oh God! It was all so... so
exciting!
"Hey, what's the matter, baby?"
Nancy turned, startled, to see the man crammed against her
was talking to her. "Oh. Nothing. Why?"
"You looked funny."
"Did I?"
"Hell, yes. No private thoughts on this party. Everybody
sticks together. Hey, here we are!"
They piled out of the cab in a strange part of Chicago, a
section that was away from everything Nancy knew. They
fled their way into a brownstone house. It was one of
those brownstones that are completely gutted inside and
re-done in modern taste. It was also obvious that a large
noisy party was going on inside. Speakers carried the
sound of a jazz combo playing somewhere in the depths of
the house. Nancy hesitated at the crowd around the door,
but found herself propelled forward from all sides as they
waded into the din of laughter and conversation and people
standing elbow to elbow.
The whole house was packed with people as they inched their
way deeper into the party. The air was thick with
cigarette smoke, and everyone seemed to be drinking.
Nancy, still shaken from her lewd daydreaming, tried hard
to get her bearings. A drink was shoved in her hand, and
Rita was shouting in her ear.
"Hey, this is Tom. My Tom. Tom, baby, I want you to meet
Nancy Dodge. Remember the Nancy I talked about? This is
her."
Nancy looked into the sweating face of a handsome man who
was just beginning to get a little fat. He looked at her
face, and then looked up and down her body, un-nerving
Nancy, for it was almost as if he had guessed what she had
been thinking in the cab. He almost made her feel naked
the brash way he looked at her breasts and the brazen way
he looked at the fertile and velvety "vee" where her vagina
nestled behind her dress. She felt she really didn't like
him as he let out a low long wolf-whistle and said, "Hi,
Nancy, welcome aboard."
Her instinct was to distrust and avoid him, yet she was
feeling absolutely no pain and was completely swept up in
the excitement and fun of the night: This was going to be
something she would remember for a long while. She
giggled, realizing there were already things that she
didn't dare tell Allan about. She felt a little wicked
when she thought about telling Allan about the obscene
stranger. She could never tell him about the foul-mouthed
man. She looked around her at the room packed with people.
People were pressed tightly together and talking and
laughing and drinking and smoking. A regular din of
laughter and shouted conversations fell on her ears. She
looked about, seeing people touching one another, kissing
one another. Nancy watched with a strange kind of hunger
in her as a couple kissed with their mouths wide open,
their tongues wetly thrusting in and out of each other's
mouths.
A little drunk, elated, excited with the heady party
swirling around her, Nancy had a gut-feeling and knew,
intuitively, that something was going to happen. She
looked about her. This was no ordinary gathering. It was
very subtle, but it was there.
It was the people. Nancy let herself be pushed by the
crowd, feeling bodies all around her, seeing faces emerge
from the swirl and disappear again. It was the people.
All the women were young, her age, and all of them were
attractive. The men were generally older, but still
handsome. People were dressed just a trifle too stylishly,
a little too loosely. One girl, wearing an Indian
headband, was obviously not wearing a brassiere. Nancy
took in her cool, wicked good looks as she went by.
"She's in the movie," a voice said in her ear. "I hear
she's out of sight."
Nancy frowned. They way everyone was dressed and... more
than that... the loose, almost insolent way so many people
were acting... the way men and women pawed one another.
She looked around her for a face she would recognize.
"Say, what's the name of this film we're going to see?"
she asked suddenly, her instincts coming to life under the
constant barrage of suggestive sights.
A man, shouldering by with his hands full of drinks, paused
and eyed Nancy before saying, "It's called, Scorpio Sex
Rites."
Nancy opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the
man was gone, already lost in the crowd. Nancy twisted
around, feeling one of her breasts crushed against a man's
arm. She couldn't see anyone she knew. She tried to go
against the flow of the crowd and she saw she was working
her way to where Rita stood laughing with several men.
Tom, a drink in one hand, was a few feet away, shaking
hands with someone who looked important. She got to Rita's
side and leaned to talk in her ear. "Rita... l mean...
what And of a movie is this premiere we're going to see?"
Rita looked surprised. "Didn't I tell you? It's called,
Scorpio Sex Rites."
Again, she leaned next to Rita's ear. "Is it a sex film?"
"Yeah, sure. Didn't I tell you?"
"A real one... a real sex film?"
Rita shouted back. "Yeah! It was made in San Francisco.
Real hard-core. Tom's representing these people who are
fronting a theater operation here. Big money."
Nancy was too stunned to say anything. She let the crowd
gradually part them. She felt she had to get off
somewhere... a bathroom or something... for awhile and be
by herself and think. Should she be doing this? The
question demanded answering. She was feeling good and had
too much to drink, but... should she be doing this?
She had read enough in the papers and magazines and
discussed it enough with Allan to have a good idea of what
she was in for if she saw the movie. She imagined she knew
what they were like. One night, Allan had talked about the
two of them going to see one. Finally, he ruled against
it, deciding it wasn't right. Nancy felt she had to agree
with him, still... there was always that lingering
longing... just once... just to see one and find out what
it was about.
The temptation was too much. Nancy's face was flushed with
excitement as she drained her glass and made her way to the
nearest bar. After all... she always had a perfect out...
she didn't know what she was seeing... besides, if it got
too rough, she could always leave...
She found her pulse pounding in her wrist with an
excitement so intense it almost made her giddy! With a
blink of amazement, she realized she hadn't felt so alive
in years. She threaded her way along with the crowd,
tossing her mane of lamp-black hair, eagerly sipping at her
drink. With the exception of Tom and Rita Nelson, she
didn't know a soul at the party. They would never say
anything.
On a wild impulse, she decided to see the movie. A drink
in her hand, she avidly followed the flow of the crowd at
the party. It seemed that everyone was mounting the
stairs, heading to the upper floors. Eagerly, trying to be
unobtrusive, Nancy went with them.
The top floor of the brownstone had been converted into one
large room. All the walls had been knocked out and folding
chairs had been lined up. The room filled rapidly and
Nancy found a seat, looking around with a thrill going
through her. In the back of the room was a projector,
loaded with film and ready to go. The room filled quickly
and people talking and drinking and smoking. Nancy caught
a glimpse of Tom and Rita filing into the room with some
other people.
The lights dimmed and the talking subsided. A young man
stood up in front of a screen. "Here it is, what you've
all been waiting for. Scorpio Sex Rites. It is a new
breakthrough in experimental films."
A ripple of laughter and a few catcalls came from the
crowd. The lights dimmed fast and the talking subsided and
everyone, Nancy included, sat quiet and attentive, their
eyes glued to the white screen that glowed slightly in the
dark.
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