Susan Carter - The hidden camera

"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 in 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."