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The Hidden Camera
Chapter 6
When the lights came on, the room was in an uproar. It was
crowded and smoky and people were shouting. Nancy felt
guilty and embarrassed for having seen such a lewd film,
and she tried not to look at anyone as she threaded her way
through the chairs and people.
"More! We want more!" the cry went up around the room,
mainly from men. The state and degree of excitement in the
room was high. The tension was mounting as people milled
about. Some of the men seemed to be looking for someone to
blame. A man seized Nancy by the arm. "Have you ever seen
anything like that?" he asked, his eyes wide.
Nancy saw that he was a little drunk. With a start, she
realized that she, herself, had -practically sobered up
after watching the film. Dumbly, she shook her head and
tried her best to pull away from the man.
"How do you suppose they get people to do that?" the man
asked, still hanging on to her.
Nancy closed her eyes for a second and saw the whip snaking
around the girl's slender waist and saw wild, bulging
cocks, obscenely erect, jerking and shooting hot flowing
cum all over the girl's face. And the face: rapture,
ecstasy, depravity.
She shook her head again, more to get the images out of her
mind than to answer the man. She felt she knew only too
well how they got people to do that. The man's grip
slipped from her arm, and she pushed through the crowd to
be confronted by the red sweating face of Tom Nelson. He
had a drink in either hand. He looked at Nancy and held
out a glass. "Here, looks like you could use this."
Nancy took it without a word and drank half of it. Tom
mopped his red face with a handkerchief. "I dunno," he
muttered then drained his glass. He caught his breath then
looked out over the crowd. "I dunno, I dunno if Chicago's
going to go for this."
Dumbly, Nancy nodded. She still felt guilty and
embarrassed by what she had seen. More, she felt guilty
about what she had felt. Did anyone know? Did it show?
Rita, grinning self-consciously, pushed her way through the
crowd. "Jesus Christ! How about that? Where's my drink?"
Then she looked at Nancy's hand and said, "Oh, I see you
got it. It's okay, I understand." She turned to Tom who
was still watching the crowd, trying to guess or calculate
its mood. "Honey, let's get the hell out of here."
Tom nodded. He handed Rita his empty drink and cupped his
hands in front of his mouth. "FOLKS!" he called out over
the sound of people protesting, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE
BAR IS NOW OPEN AND SERVING FOR THE NEXT FIFTEEN MINUTES
ONLY!"
His announcement seemed to do the trick. The mood of the
crowd turned to grumbling and complaining, and there was a
general push and crush toward the room where the upstairs
bar was situated.
Tom, Rita, and Nancy let themselves be carried along until
they came to the stairwell. They peeled out of the crowd,
helping one another, and threaded their way down the stairs
and finally out into the hot humid night of the great city.
Despite the heat, Nancy heaved a deep sigh. "I need a
drink," Rita said.
They hailed a cab and sped back to the loop where Tom knew
a bar. The three of them said very little in the cab and
bar until they all downed one quick drink and Tom hastily
ordered another round. "Whew, that was an explosive
scene!" Tom sighed.
"Explosive!" Rita's eyebrows lifted. "I was sure I was
going to get raped!"
"Me too!" Nancy added.
"Of course," Rita said with a casual shrug, "I'm not so
sure I would have minded."
Nancy looked at her disbelieving.
Rita drank again and pointed a finger at Nancy. "Listen,
don't try and tell me you weren't excited."
Nancy couldn't admit the feeling that was still churning in
her. "You mean you liked that?"
"Liked it? I don't think that's the word," Rita said,
looking off as if remembering it. "The point is, it's
exciting as hell."
"Exciting?" Nancy pretended to be shocked.
"Hell, yes. Listen, there isn't a woman alive who hasn't,
at one time or another, wondered about a scene like that."
"Do you mean to imply you have?" Nancy was still acting
shocked. In fact, she really was. She never suspected
that Rita would be so honest.
"Hell, yes! Listen, that picture has a kind of a evil
genius to it because it gets at a wish."
"Wish?"
"Sure. Every woman has wondered what it would be like to
be a whore or to be raped. Every woman has wanted to be
treated like that. Just once. Admit it, haven't you?"
Both Tom and Rita looked at her face, waiting for an
answer, and Nancy felt it turn crimson and she hastily
drained her glass. Tom snapped his fingers at the waiter
for another round.
Changing the subject, he shook his head doubtfully. "I
dunno. I'm afraid there's going to be hell to pay if that
thing plays in a theater."
"It played in San Francisco," Rita said.
"That's different. I don't know."
The conversation died out as they sat and drank, each with
their thoughts. It wasn't lost on either Tom or Rita that
Nancy had failed to answer Rita's question.
They drank with Rita being vivacious. "Jesus, I'm too
excited to call it a night. Why don't we do something
exciting?"
"Like what?" Nancy was grateful for the conversation,
hoping it would detract from her silence when Rita asked
the question. In fact, she had thought with considerable
excitement about what it would be like to be treated so
obscenely and roughly. Another involuntary shudder went
through her, and she hoped that neither noticed. "I don't
feel like calling it a night, either," she said, more to
fill the silence than anything.
Rita lightly and playfully punched her husband on the arm.
"You're the big P.R. man. Can't you think of something?
Pretend we're a couple of high-class clients. Pretend
you've got to amuse us. What would you do? Where would
you take us?"
Tom smiled and drained his glass, ordering still another
round. "Well, last week I took some clients out to Cicero.
Sin city. They wanted to go slumming."
"Really?" Rita's face was aglow. She looked at Nancy.
"What do you say?"
Nancy was dubious. She had had enough sex for one night.
It was getting late and she already had drunk too much and
done things she shouldn't have. Already there were things
she felt she couldn't tell Allan... secrets it would be
difficult to explain.
"Come on," Rita chided, good-naturedly. It was almost as
if she were reading her thoughts. "We'll see the seamy
side of things."
"I don't think so."
"Listen, you'll be in good hands with us and, what the
hell, if you're going to be hung for a horse thief..."
Rita shrugged and downed her drink.
Nancy drank along with her, grinning mischievously. She
tossed back her beautiful mane of black hair and emptied
her glass and put it down. She blinked at the two full
drinks that were sitting in front of her. It was an
exciting night... a once-in-a-lifetime night for her. She
picked up her new drink and toasted Tom and Rita. Hung for
a horse thief. Even in college, Rita always knew how to
get Nancy going. Why not? It was only one night, and she
was perfectly safe, and would never do such things ever
again. Certainly not with Allan.
"Okay," she breathed and both girls laughed. "Where are we
going?"
Tom was acting just a little drunk now. "Cicero. Lot's of
strip joints. Actually, it's pretty tame compared to
Scorpio Sex Rites."
Rita rolled her eyes. "You can say that again."
Nancy, beginning to feel the drinks heavily, giggled and
agreed. "Wow, that was hot."
"Aha!" Rita pointed an accusing finger. All of them were
a little silly and loose now. "See, I knew you were
horny!"
"Well, so what if I was?" Nancy surprised even herself
with her candor. They all laughed and Nancy shrugged and
picked up her drink, spilling a little as she did so.
"What the hell, I'm human."
"What did I tell you?" Rita asked her husband
triumphantly. "What did I tell you? Didn't I say that my
friend was all right?"
The three of them laughed and put their arms around one
another and finished their drinks. Tom paid, tipping
lavishly and drunkenly and they weaved, giggling and
laughing, out of the bar, holding each other up. In the
taxi, Nancy held her head and mumbled, "I'm smashed. I'm
bombed. I'm going to be sick tomorrow."
Rita put her arm around her friend, squeezing her tightly.
"Oh, honey, don't you worry. Listen, take two aspirin
before you go to sleep and some vitamin B."
"Sleep? I'm going to pass out."
They all laughed. The long ride to Cicero was one of
continual laughing and giggling. Nancy sat crammed between
Rita and Tom. Both of them had their arms around her, and
Nancy was feeling wonderfully naughty and daring. She felt
she was going to remember this night for a long time to
come. She didn't, at that drunken happy moment, realize
how right she was.
They arrived in Cicero laughing and joking, piling out of
the cab and staggering around on the sidewalk. One look
told Nancy they were in a sleazy neighborhood. The street
was lined with cheap bars with sagging rooming houses above
them. Yet there was a carnival kind of atmosphere going
on. People strolled the street. Drunks lurched along or
else stood spraddled on a corner and delivered long,
incoherent speeches. Music and laughter came from the
bars. A patrol car silently cruised the block with quiet
attentive policeman inside, watching, evaluating.
The bars were poor yet colorful. Dixieland jazz came from
one, ragtime from another, as people spilled out onto the
sidewalk, laughing and staggering, or couples pushed into
bars that were dark... barely lighted... and groped along
for a table or stool, watching one end of the bar that
wasn't visible from the street. There, it was brightly
lighted, and there one could always see a girl in various
stages of undress. The block was renowned far and wide for
its strippers, and they worked night and day, bumping and
grinding it out, shedding their clothes until they stripped
naked. Then, pumping their naked loins rhythmically and
lewdly, they would dance off the tiny, brightly lighted
stages. Into such a bar went Tom and Nancy and Rita.
Nancy let herself be guided in the pitch black. Tom had
his hands around her slender, beautifully molded waist
while Rita, behind her, placed her cupped hands high on
Nancy's fully swaying buttocks. Nancy jumped when she felt
the hands... thinking: aren't they kind of low? Rita's
hands were virtually cupping the snowy twin cheeks of her
sensuously shaped ass. Nancy could feel her warming
fingers through the material and her flimsy panties. She
reasoned, drunkenly, that it was only Rita, and it was dark
and no one could see and... it felt good.
The small, dimly lit bar was crowded and the three of them
found they had to stand at the bar. Most of the people in
the bar were men and most of them were drinking beer from
bottles and watching the stage at one end of the bar. It
was a tiny stage, barely big enough for one person to stand
and do a little dancing. The juke box was blaring out a
rock tune, and a young girl was dancing up on the stage.
In the dark, feeling Rita's hands almost caressing her
softly full buttocks, feeling Tom's arm around her waist
and feeling his big beefy hand sliding over her stomach,
Nancy permitted herself a smutty smile. She felt wicked
and was dying to tell someone where they had been and what
they had seen. If people only knew, they wouldn't be so
interested in the stripper, if people only knew, the
stripper would seem mild in comparison. Nancy watched the
stripper with a calculating eye.
The girl was down to a spangled brassiere and a sequined
G-string. She was very young and had a voluptuously
slender body with a slim waist and big breasts that bounced
and quivered as she danced. She was wearing high heels
that helped exhibit her shapely legs and figure all the
more. Her eyes and wet lips making a pouty expression, she
lewdly thrust her groin out. Idly, her fingers toyed with
the G-string. "Take it off!" a gruff voice came from the
dark audience.
Slightly drunk, Nancy cocked an eyebrow. She leaned back
and turned her head, whispering into Rita's ear. "Hell, I
could do better than she is."
As if to answer, Rita gently kneaded the vibrant flesh of
Nancy's hips and let her fingers slip lower to gently feel
the voluptuous curves of her ass-cheeks and that velvety
tingling place where her cheeks met up between her legs.
Nancy felt as if her face was on fire as she slowly and
wantonly wiggled her hips and buttocks.
Tom, feeling her lewd motion with his hand and arm, looked
down at her luscious torso. Drunkenly, his eyes bloodshot,
he asked, "Whatcha say?"
Nancy licked her lips. Her mouth was bone dry from
repressed excitement. "I said I could do better than she
is."
Tom looked blearily at the stage, at the young stripper who
held the curtain between her writhing thighs and ground a
rhythm out. "Hell, yes. Damn right!" he said.
The three of them laughed together, and it seemed that Tom
and Rita were fondling her rather... intimately. Their
hands were getting a little bold. Nancy laughed from
tension and excitement. She was in a wildly drunken
mood... the kind of mood she knew could end up in a sick
headache or intense excitement. Something was in the
air... it was no ordinary night in her life... she began
dancing, her feet in place, only her body moving in a
sensuous rhythm in time to the music. She let her
magnificent hips do a bump and grind. Actually, she was
mocking the girl on the stage, yet it came out as brazen
and sexy, and Nancy swiped one hand over her eyes, amazed
at her own audacity. She had moved like a slut, and the
feeling she got from it was daring and... exciting.
Tom and Rita let go of her and pressed away from her,
giving her a little room in which to dance.
Closing her eyes and running her hands through her long,
coal-black hair, Nancy let herself go and was surprised by
her carnal thoughts as she let her hips sway and pump
lewdly.
It all happened spontaneously... none of it was really
planned... Nancy began dancing and found herself carried
away by the daring idea... she knew she was good and
better than the girl up on the stage. She opened her eyes
to see she was dancing in the dark, ringed around by
tightly observant faces. Men were all around her... she
saw their faces... saw Tom and Rita grinning... saw more
and more faces turned to her as she danced. She danced
with her arms held away from her body. Her ripely curving
hips swaying with a liquid lewdness. The men watched her
with tight, horny smiles. Here was a truly beautiful
girl... here was a girl with a face and figure that looked
like it belonged at some wealthy country club... here was
class with a body that was nothing short of magnificent.
The regulars on the block pressed around her. They had
heard of girls like her coming to slum and staying to
lewdly fuck all comers. Each of them had heard stories or
seen such a thing happen; now, in front of them, it was
happening once more, and they were all going to be involved
in a night to remember.
It was obvious to everyone that Nancy was almost in a
wanton mood and trance. She danced with her full sensuous
mouth parted in a slack smile, showing her clean white
teeth and wetly parted lips. Her eyes were melting and
heavy-ridded. It was obvious she had too much to drink,
for she swayed as she danced, catching herself with a lewd
loose hip movement.
Nancy danced and the men moved, always a ring around her,
always guiding her toward the stage. Nancy could hear the
music getting louder and she moved toward the sound,
running her open hands slowly up and down her lovely long
thighs. The ring of men parted and Nancy saw the brightly
lit empty stage. Her eyes were languid and smoky, as she
saw the stage and slowly realized that the stripper was
gone.
Her smile broadened as she boldly stepped up on the tiny
stage and stood with her back to the audience, her hands
tangled in her long hair. Wantonly, provocatively, teasing
every man in the place, she thrust out her smoothly rounded
buttocks and let them undulate and slowly rotate in time
with the music. She didn't care much where the stripper
was and assumed she had left. At that moment, Nancy wasn't
thinking much... she was feeling.
She was feeling more lascivious and lewd than she ever
imagined she could. Her proudly thrusting huge breasts
were rising and falling as she panted for breath, yet she
could not stop her body from writhing and undulating
slowly.
She waved her broad, beautifully shaped buttocks at the
audience then whirled around to face them, her back arched,
her proud young breasts thrust out, and slowly, obscenely
thrust her pelvis out at the men.
A film of perspiration was on her face and her smile was
lewd and easy, her eyes unfocused, her mind awhirl with
pulsating feeling and drunken daring. Her brassiere barely
covered her huge melon-round breasts, and every man looked,
realizing it was all real: she looked even better than when
dressed.
Nancy closed her eyes as her body swayed rhythmically in
time to the music. Her pelvis pumped lazily back and forth
in a parody of stand-up fucking as she slowly reached and
slipped one brassiere strap off her shoulder.
At the bar, Tom whispered something hastily in Rita's ear
and she dug in her purse, coming up with a miniature
camera. Tom was all action, checking the camera quickly,
no longer so "drunk" as he had seemed. He was unobtrusive
as he raised the tiny camera to one eye, squinted, and
clicked off a picture.
On the tiny stage, Nancy was all sensuous motion. Her hips
moved freely in a wanton way. Both of the thin black
straps of her brassiere were slipped off her shoulders.
She reached behind herself with both hands, her fingers
toying with the hook. Her ripely rounded breasts were
forced to jut out even more above her incredibly slender
waist and lasciviously flaring hips.
The clasp popped free and her brassiere leaped forward, her
breasts actually seeming to swell in pride and freedom.
Her hands caught the flimsy brassiere and she held it for a
long tantalizing moment before taking her hands away...
Ietting it fall silently to the floor.
The men pressed tighter around the stage now as Nancy
closed her eyes and lifted her arms, letting her fingers
tangle in her ink-black hair and also raising her out
thrust breasts even more. She danced in lewd rhythm to the
music while Tom clicked pictures of her naked to the waist.
All the men were looking at her naked breasts, at her
darkly pointed nipples that were growing even more
bulleted, betraying the sexual excitement she was feeling.
Her nervous hands tried to cover them up and all she
succeeded in doing was making herself all the more
provocative. Her hands cupped her breasts as if she were
offering them to each and every man present. Beads of
sweat could be seen forming on her shoulders and torso, and
sweat snaked seductively down her deep cleavage, calling
attention to how perfectly rounded and formed her big ripe
breasts were. Men sipped their beer and licked their lips
as their eyes stared at her lushly molded mounds of soft
warm flesh.
Except for the blaring music, the room was silent now. The
bartenders had stopped serving and crammed down to one end
of the bar to watch the stunning young woman on the stage.
The place was packed with people coming in from the
sidewalk, sensing something special was going on
And Nancy knew it! She stood up on the little stage and
felt a lewd power and a strange pleasurable sense of
humiliation, baring her breasts to strange men who only
thought of carnal things. It was exciting and oddly
satisfying. Nancy felt she had them in her power, and a
wildly wanton voice in her was urging her on. Smiling, her
eyes half-closed, she let her hands slip down to her waist,
to where her dress was bunched and gathered. Wiggling her
hips lewdly, thrusting her pelvis out in wild time to the
music, she shimmied out of the dress. She peeled and
rolled it over her wide hips until it fell free to the
floor and then she stepped out of it, wearing nothing but
high heels and delicately gossamer panties. The panties
were black and contrasted startlingly with her velvety
white skin. In wiggling out of the dress, she had
unwittingly pulled the panties half off and each and every
man there could see how voluptuously she was built. Her
little belly was delicately sculptured and defined, her
hips swayed fully and easily and flared out excitingly.
Her thighs were full and cubed sensuously. Nearly naked,
Nancy was far more appealing than she had been with her
clothes on.
Her eyes liquid and giddy with booze, she let her wet lips
relax in a lewd smile as she danced, cupping her breasts
provocatively again as she slowly turned her back on the
tightly knotted audience. The men were not to be cheated,
for they were seeing a new view of her buttocks. The
flimsy black material of her panties only served to outline
her snowy twin cheeks. With all her lewd hip movements,
the filmy material had ridden up, being caught in the
velvety deep crevice between her ass-cheeks, allowing her
quivering, seductively undulating flesh to be freely seen.
Nancy turned again and all the men looked at her sensuously
jutting mound of Venus and the thick velvet lips of her
cunt pressed against the thin band of her panties.
Her eyes almost closed, her nostrils flaring, Nancy
undulated in place while her open hands caressed her naked
thighs. She crouched a little and let her hips pump
obscenely back and forth while her hands slid provocatively
up and down her long curving thighs. Her nakedly sweating
breasts heaved up and down as she tried to work up enough
nerve to remove her last bit of clothing, her flimsy
panties.
The problem was solved for her. Hands, unable to contain
themselves, reached out of the blackness and caressed her.
Nancy jumped and moved back at first, then grinned
lasciviously and let the hands do what they wanted. She
raised her arms above her head and danced in place as wild
hands fluttered like feeding birds all over her body.
Brazenly, her breasts were caressed and then kneaded and
pinched. Lewd fingers hooked into her panties and tugged
at them, pulling them down.
She was suddenly naked!
She threw her head back, exposing her white throat and let
her long black hair thrash about as she felt her panties
down around her knees. She was stark naked in front of
strangers! She felt rough hot hands all over her shapely
buttocks while fingers pinched her nipples into a searing,
obscenely exciting life. Callused hands probed at her
gently rounded mound of Venus and roughly scratched at her
downy pubic hair. A shudder of pure lust racked her lovely
body as she felt one wild finger probe deeper, caressing
her wetly throbbing cuntal lips, pushing them aside and
slipping maddeningly back and forth in the lubrication it
found there.
Her arms raised high, her head thrown back, Nancy's eyes
were wild and wide as she realized fully what she was
doing. She was naked and strange men were rapidly
caressing her into an obscenely exciting state. Her mind
reeled, the room tilted. Someone called out, "Watch it!"
and hands were all over her, supporting her now. Tom was
still clicking pictures as Nancy looked around with
unfocused, uncomprehending eyes. The last thing she saw
was Rita pushing to her side with a look of concern on her
face.
Then her eyelids fluttered and she passed out.
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