Susan Carter - The hidden camera

"Hi."

She was actually ready to fuck both of them right there, ready for an orgy right in the chair. Her loins were hungrily throbbing, achingly teasing her. She had been alone for two hours, thinking of the Scorpio Sex Rites and of her strip-tease in the Cicero bar and all those greedy masculine hands all over her. She had sat watching the films on closed circuit TV and wondered if she was going to be filmed thus furthering her blackmail… and depravity. She had wandered back into the bathroom and taken her time, looking at each of the photos and murals. She had sat and watched obscene sex on TV and had time to think. Plenty of time… and plenty of Scotch. By the time they came to get her, she was in the mood for an almost suicidal orgy… one wantonly abandoned fling in her life… one time.

By the time they came to get her she wasn't thinking at all clearly… and she didn't care to! She was feeling!

Herman and Ben smiled at her almost maliciously as they ordered her to her feet. They grinned at one another as she slowly swung her leg down and got up, eyeing them with a wicked smile.

Herman cleared his throat. "Take your clothes off."

They stood looking at her with insinuating smiles and politely waited for her to strip. Nancy felt a certain kind of lewdness in their attitude. It was exciting stripping naked so casually in front of two strange men. With a shiver of promised delights, she wondered what they were going to do to her. She stripped very quickly down to her brassiere and panties and stood looking at the men defiantly, her huge breasts, heavy and as well-rounded as musk-melons, proudly thrust out. She noted the effect on Herman and Ben and was pleased.

Slowly, taking her time and driving both of the men wild, she undid the clasp to her brassiere. Her softly lascivious breasts were closely confined by the material of the brassiere. They seemed to swell right before the men's hungry eyes. They spread out wantonly… almost brazenly as Nancy smirked, seeing how Herman clenched his fists and how Ben ground his teeth together. She discovered facets of her soul and feelings she never dreamed she possessed… she enjoyed teasing the animals. Letting the tip of her tongue wetly lick her lips, she thrust her hips and pelvis insolently forward. She stood with her hands on her flaring hips, naked save for flimsy bikini panties. Slowly, brazenly, jutting her hips even more obscenely forward, she rolled the material of her panties down. They were skin-tight on her voluptuous body and she peeled them slowly down, the red tip of her tongue wetly sticking out of her mouth, her big beautiful eyes merry and impudent.

Almost sadistically… sadism being the other side of the masochistic coin… she peeled and rolled the panties down until they resembled nothing more than an inadequate G-string. Intuitively, she knew what would arouse the men even more, and so she slowly and insolently turned around, allowing them a hungry view of her almost naked buttocks and the lascivious way her firmly rounded ass-cheeks rocked and undulated one against the other as she shifted her weight.

She turned and faced the men again brazenly taking her time, watching the bodyguard-butler Ben wipe the back of his hand over his cruel mouth… her eyes darting to take in Herman's hand and how he barely resisted the impulse to rip her panties off her voluptuous body that was so tauntingly displayed in front of him. Nancy smiled, "So near and yet so far."

"Hurry up!"

"Why?" She mocked them, her eyes innocently wide.

Menacingly, Herman stepped toward her and, with a little irritating laugh, Nancy pulled the panties down and let them fall silently and softly to the floor. Hands posed temptingly on her hips, she stepped back and let both hungry men take in her lasciviously naked form.

Herman broke the silence, turning to the door. "Come on, Mr. Hartman is waiting."

Nakedly brazen, Nancy strolled to me door that Herman held open for her with Ben tensely following. She walked down a long hall with her proud buttocks rocking back and forth. She felt amazingly alive… every nerve in her body was throbbing with a wild implacable excitement and lust. She enjoyed being obscenely naked in front of these men and driving them wild. Passing a mirror, she glanced and noted with satisfaction mat neither man could take his eyes from her seductively undulating body.

The hall led into a big room full of cigar smoke and men standing around talking. A silence fell over the room as the trio walked in, Nancy with her hands impudently and provocatively placed on her hips. With a slightly drunken, superior smile, she glanced around the room. Fred Hartman, tall and austere, was quietly watching her, that almost clinical look of detachment on his face. All of me other occupants were men… Rita was nowhere to be seen… Tom was leaning heavily against the wet bar in one corner, pouring himself still another drink. His face was beet-red and he was very drunk… perhaps not even aware that Nancy was there. All the other men were older… in their forties and fifties. One man with graying hair looked at Nancy with an evil smirk. "Well, well, this is a nice piece of dessert."

Nancy stuck her tongue out brazenly and sauntered away from the men like a showgirl, her naked hips switching, her voluptuous ass twitching temptingly. The men looked at her walk and then one another, laughing lewdly and with a barely contained excitement.

She was helped up on a small platform at one end of the room. The platform contained a big bed and nothing else. The platform was draped by black velvet, showing off her naked flesh to every advantage. The moment she stepped up on the platform, the lights began to dim and soon she was alone, standing in a cone of soft light.

She smiled brazenly, not losing her sudden lewd confidence. She gazed out at the darkness, hearing the appreciative murmur of the men as they settled themselves comfortably around the stage. Dimly, she could see the tall thin figure of Fred Hartman settling into a chair right in front of her.

Then, something happened… something happened to make Nancy's insolence vanish.

It was a sound… it was the sound of a whip whistling dangerously through the air and culminating with a nasty crack – like a gun shot – as it snapped. The whip hissed again and again and Nancy's face became startled and afraid. It was going to be like the Scorpio Sex Rites! In all her lewd excitement and new found power, she had forgotten!

Swaying drunkenly, she attempted to leave the stage. She found Ben and Herman at either side, and the menacing expression on their faces told her they were in no mood for any more of her brazen defiance. She backed away, looking around desperately, trying to find a way out.

Before she could move, the black velvet curtains were snapped aside and there stood Rita with a whip in her hand!

It was almost as if time itself stopped! Nothing, no one moved! Everyone looked at Rita standing there so wantonly threatening, so wildly obscene! She wore nothing but high-heeled black boots that came up to just below her knee and a black mask that covered her eyes. She stood there with her legs wide apart, magnificently lewd with her fully ripened breasts jutting out. Completely naked, she idly swished the whip back and forth on the floor. Nancy could see Rita's eyes behind the mask… they were wild, mad, eagerly determined. Her whole manner was changed… it wasn't like Rita… it was like some she-devil bent on something wicked.

"Thas'h my wife."

It was Tom, from the back of the room, in the dark, by the bar.

The calm voice of Fred Hartman cut through. "Somebody please show that idiot out."

His drunken mutterings failed to change the electric atmosphere in the room… Rita took no notice. Nancy took slinking steps backwards, away from her… instinctively, knowing, sensing that it would do no good to try and talk to or reason with Rita. Now she understood why she had cried and was so upset. Nancy crouched and cowered, trying to hide her voluptuous nakedness, realizing that she and Rita were too much alike… she understood what Rita was doing and feeling!