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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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