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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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