The Crack Of The Lash
by Helmut Speer
(LLP-627)


No matter which television station you turned to, no matter where you 
looked, greedy merchants had already launched their Christmas advertising 
campaign. 

"For the Christmas gift that lasts a lifetime, give your child a Polaroid 
camera, so simple to operate, even a six year old can take perfect pictures 
every time. . . ." 

Or... "Come on down to Uncle Ralph's Santa store and see our complete line 
of Mattel toys. (Pause) Kiddies, bring your Mommy and Daddy down and show 
'em our special shelf of non-violent toys. We have battery-operated flying 
saucers, Viking space ships. . . 

And it wasn't even Thanksgiving yet! Moaned Bella Brandon, wiping her soapy 
hands on her apron and brushing a wisp of auburn hair back behind her ear. 
She snapped off the television set-the portable one she'd won in the Auto 
Worker's Local No. 37 Wives' spring lottery. It flickered and died just in 
time. Standing in the doorway, one shoe off, jelly smeared over his face, 
Bella's five year old son Augustine had heard the television ad and was 
getting wide-eyed over Christmas. On the last trip to Stonestown Circle, the 
local shopping center, the damnable store Santa Claus had pulled Augustine 
aside (conveniently outside of Uncle Ralph's Santa Store) and drilled the 
child on what he wanted from Santa. That had planted ideas in the kid's 
head, and now, everyday, every minute it was: 

". . . . Momma, can I have a ten speed bike . . . ?" or, "Bella (he only 
called her by her first name when he wanted special attention) "Can I get a 
super flying saucer . . . ? They're only thirty-nine dollars . . ." And with 
those baby blue eyes of his peeking out from under swirls of honey blonde 
hair, who could look the child in the eye and coldly say 'no?' 

His generous mother would have loved to promise him the world, but this 
Christmas would be a slim one. With Peter out of work on strike, they had 
been living marginally as it was, and now, in November, it looked as if 
General Motors Corporation wouldn't be settling with the union until the 
first of the year. The union stipend wasn't going far, and there were just 
so many variations on soybeans and peanut butter. Peter wouldn't think of 
applying for food stamps or any government assistance. Bored and depressed, 
Peter had managed to consume the meat grocery money on beer, and even though 
he did buy the cheap 12-pack that was always on sale, still it was an 
expense. 

Augustine kicked off his other shoe and yanked twice at his mother's apron. 
Pouting, he asked: 

"Momma, why did you turn off the tel'vision set? Yer fav'orte program is 
comin' on . . ." his blue eyes accused with a suspicious twinkle. 

Bella playfully tousled his mop-like curls. This child was too smart for his 
own good! Chances were he'd heard those damanable Christmas ads and had come 
darting into the kitchen to see what else he could demand of the fat, jolly 
benefactor from the North Pole, the man whose reindeer's hooves he'd been 
listening for the past two years and had never heard. Perhaps, the five year 
old thought, he should be more demanding. Yes, Augustine was right. Bella 
was missing Secret Storm. Since Peter had gone out on strike in October, 
television had been her only escape from him. Ironically, now it was turning 
against her. If she could get Augustine out of her hair, send him across the 
street to play with Jody, she could watch the bean soup and keep one eye on 
the TV set. That, at least, would shut out the deafening roar of the Packers 
vs. the Vikings football game on the radio and Peter's beer belches as he 
lay on the divan, stocking feet up, gulping beer and reading the newspaper. 
He hadn't even bothered to shave in three days. Maybe he was growing a 
beard. She didn't know... that was about how good their communication was. 

"Augie, honey, Mommie has lots of work to do. I don't have time to answer 
questions today, baby. Go on over to Jody's house and tell his mother we'll 
have Jody over tomorrow to play with you in your room. Okay?" she coaxed, 
reaching for his winter jacket that hung on a hook behind the kitchen door. 
She zipped it up, put his shoes on him, and guiding him toward the door. She 
kissed him on the neck, not wanting him to feel as if he was in the way, but 
knowing she needed her privacy too, that she would not sacrifice herself for 
motherhood. A martyr, she'd never been. Bella waved to him through the glass 
storm door, watching him until he'd safely crossed the street and 
disappeared into the Morgans' front porch door. 

Then, surreptitiously, she turned on the television set, low at first, then 
adjusting it to a competitive volume. She peeked into the living room where 
Peter lay with one ear to the radio, one eye on the Detroit Daily. Peter 
crinkled back the front page of the paper, and folded it in half. It was 
only when she closed the door that he spoke to her, and that was in a yell. 
"Hey, keep that goddamned door open. A guy could freeze to death in here!" 

Defensively, Bella put her hands on her hips and sneered back. "Put on a 
sweater then, or take out the garbage. Just do something!" The words were 
out before she could check them. Even to her own ears they sounded bitter 
and reproachful. Well, maybe I am, she thought. 

Woefully, Bella walked back to the kitchen, turned down the flame on the gas 
stove, and stirred the bean soup with a wooden spoon, tasting the broth. She 
added some marjoram and sprinkled in a few more peppercorns to compensate 
for the inordinately small ham bone. 

From the living room came a mighty roar. Apparently the Packers had scored a 
touchdown. The crowd's enthusiasm wilted hers, and she turned up the volume 
on the television set for the second time, feeling justified in her 
annoyance. Bella watched the well-dressed women on Secret Storm drink coffee 
and ruminate over lost loves. Always they seemed to be emotionally torn over 
somebody's business. You never saw them washing dishes or cooking bean soup, 
and you never saw them without their hair done and make up on. Yet, they 
were housewives, just like Bella. 

Twenty-four years old, thought Bella ruefully, and here I am wearing a 
housewife's faded apron, cooking soup while my out-of-work husband loafs on 
the sofa. I didn't even bother to put makeup on anymore. What's happening to 
me? 

She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the kitchen window, 
above the bottom window that had steamed from the heat of the stove. 
Reaching up, she stroked her face, pleased to feel that there was still 
beauty there: her skin was as smooth and unblemished as the day she was 
born. Soft and creamy, the envy of her friends. Then Bella stroked back her 
auburn hair, hair that sometimes was more red than gold, other times more 
gold than red, depending on the sunlight and how she wore it. Unsnapping the 
clip on her barrette, she let her mane of thick hair fall teasingly down her 
back; then she softly flailed her head gently to make it hang loose and 
free. Bella tried to remember the last time she'd worn her hair loose like 
that, freshly brushed one hundred times and free. Oh, how men used to love 
to run their fingers through it. Even Peter, uneducated, unaesthetic Peter 
had found beauty in her hair. 

How long ago was that? 

The twenty-four year old housewife stood there letting the late afternoon 
sunshine play with her image, reflecting. If she had it to do over, if she 
knew this would be her plight -living in a drafty old rented house on the 
south side of Detroit, letting her beauty stand on its own merits without 
makeup, without weekly trips to the beauty salon for a trim and Set, without 
this year's fashionable boots and gaucho pants to show off her fine, 
modelish legs, without even time to herself to go jogging or do exercises, 
to say nothing of lunch with her girl friends in a posh downtown restaurant 
-- would she do it all over again? 

The decision was too tempting. Perhaps it was a blessing that the phone rang 
when it did, or bitterness and self pity might have set in, self pity that 
would put those insipid characters on Secret Storm to shame, make them cry 
'til their thick, theatrical makeup smeared their faces. 

Bella turned down the television set, just as another Christmas commercial 
started to blare two decibels above the regular volume. "Hello?" Cradling 
the telephone receiver under her chin so that it tucked neatly between her 
neck and shoulder, she stretched the long telephone cord over to the stove. 
She stirred the soup just as it began sticking to the bottom of the pan.
 "Hi! This is Tammy! Tamara, dummy! How are you, Bella?" 

"Oh, Tamara! Oh, I'm sorry. I was kinda preoccupied here . . ." 

"What's the matter, Bella? You don't sound like yourself'?" 

"Oh, nothin'.. ." But she knew it was a lie, she was downright depressed, 
the curse of the dowdy housewife, something no pep pill or diet could cure. 
". . . Just busy . . ." 

"Hey," Bella's ex-neighbor said gaily, "my brother is comin' into town. Did 
you ever meet him?" 

"Un, un. . ." Bella licked the wooden spoon and set it by the side of the 
stove, on the Linoleum counter top, chipped with age. 

"Anyway, he's got this super neat job working for somebody in the auto 
business, and he asked that I meet him later this afternoon. And I thought 
that since I hadn't seen you forever, you might enjoy meeting me for lunch 
tomorrow. Then we can join Paul and go out..." 

Bella's eyes lit up... until she remembered the grim facts of her existence. 
Going out meant getting a sitter forAugie, that meant money...nor did she 
have anything appropriate to wear. She'd have to decline. "Gosh... I'd love 
to Tamara, but I. . 

"I'm not going to take no for an answer this time, Bella. God! What's 
happening to you? You used to be so sociable! Married life got ya down, 
honey?" 

Sometimes Bella resented how single people with freedom to stay out til dawn 
and the money to indulge on themselves looked at marriage as if it were a 
contagious disease. This time there was no resentment; just one hundred 
percent agreement. "Well . . ." Bella's voice lowered so that Peter couldn't 
hear - not that he'd bother to listen. ". . . things have been kinda tough 
with Peter out of work. You know . . . I can't afford a sitter, Tamara." 

Tammy wasted no time rebuking. "What the hell! If Peter's out of work, let 
him babysit. God, it's time you cut loose from that house anyway. No excuses 
this time, Bella. I'll meet you at Adolph's at noon. Paul has something 
planned for us at night, so tell Peter we'll have you back before the sun 
comes up. See ya!" 

Half smiling to herself and half scared to death to tell Peter of her plans, 
Bella slowly realized that she couldn't tell Peter the truth. A lie would be 
better than a black eye. Peter had never liked Tamara, thought her whorish 
and garish, not fit company for his wife. 

And he was right.., in a way. Tammy had a warm heart. . . for anyone, and 
that was her problem. When Bella and Peter were renting a single bedroom 
apartment next door to Tamara (before Bella had gotten pregnant with Shelly 
and they'd decided to move into a 'spacious' house) Peter had all but 
accused Tammy of being a whore. Well, on a few occasions Bella had to agree 
with her husband's assessment of the blonde haired woman. Still, it was 
sweet of her to ask her out for lunch. She would go. 

It had been a disheartening, depressing and desperate affair trying to put 
together an outfit appropriate for Bella's luncheon date with Tammy. Knowing 
they would be going to Adolph's, one of the ritzier restaurants in Detroit, 
Bella had wanted to dress well; but her basic black sheath just wouldn't cut 
it for the afternoon, not to mention its out-of-date style. Nobody wore 
sheaths anymore. 

Two choices, Bella had told herself: either I can wear a dressy outfit and 
dress it down, or I can wear something simple and dress it up. She'd decided 
on the latter, choosing a mid-calf length black and white pin-striped skirt 
that buttoned up the front, and a simple black jersey sweater, the outfit 
Peter had given her for Christmas last year before the Auto Workers went on 
strike, when money was abundant. Money had never been easy to hang onto, but 
somehow it was easier then. 

Three times she rummaged through her bureau searching for accessories, then 
settled for a paisley silk scarf (the one she'd found on the city bus) that 
looked daringly expensive, and the solid gold bracelet she'd inherited from 
her Grandmother. That she'd slip into her purse, not wanting Peter to see 
her wearing it; it was the only thing in the whole house that was worth 
anything, and for that reason, she'd never worn it. 

She had let her hair hang loose and sexy, smeared layers of thick, black 
mascara on her eyelashes, and shadowed them with 'Seafoam Green' eyeshadow, 

Now.., as she walked into Adolph's and joined her friend Tammy at a secluded 
table in the corner, far away from the pine panelled bar and its massive 
mirrors, she knew her efforts had paid off. 

Several men were openly staring at her auburn hair and stunning sensual 
figure that only hours before had been hidden behind a kitchen apron. 

And Tammy was looking fine, too. She was flashier, more heavily made up than 
Bella had remembered. She was the kind of woman who looked sultry no matter 
what she did. . . light a cigarette, raise a fork to her mouth, or just 
sitting unoccupied and blatantly available. 

"Hi! Glad you didn't stand me up!" smiled Tammy as the waiter politely 
pulled out the chair for Bella to sit down. "Feel good to be out of the 
kitchen?" she teased, challenging. 

"You wouldn't believe," returned Bella sitting on the edge of her brass nail 
studded chair, both elbows on the table. 

"How's Peter?" 

"Oh, just fine. He's taking care of Augie now." 

It was a lie; Bella had dropped off Shelly at her mother's house, promising 
to pick him up by late afternoon. That extra half hour drive had made her 
late for lunch. And Augustine had cried, when she pulled out of the drive.. 

"Glad to hear you've domesticated him." 

They ordered lunch: Shrimp Louis and white wine. Years, it seemed like years 
since Bella had dined in such fashion! Tammy's forced elegance and 
flirtatious manners seemed contagious, and so it did not take long for Bella 
to open up, to feel comfortable with herself, and to return comments from 
strange men. 

Twice Bella thought they were going to be joined by men and ruin their 
chance for woman-talk. But Tammy 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 a long talk and 
catching up on one another. Bella confided her discontentment with Peter, 
his lack of ambition, her lack of freedom from running a household on a 
shoestring budget, never any time to herself, no new clothes. 

"Just let Tammy give you a break, hon'," Tammy had said. "There's no reason 
in the world why a woman as beautiful as yourself should have to want 
anything." 

Bella quickly interrupted, putting her hand on Tammy's arm. "Listen, don't 
misunderstand." She stared her friend in the eye. "It's not just for me that 
I want these things. It makes me feel terrible when Augie asks for new bikes 
and flying saucers and cameras for Christmas and I can't afford them. It 
makes me feel like such a. . . a failure." 

"Now, now, babe. Something'll work out." 

The discussion turned to Tammy. Recently she had taken on a new job, the 
nature of which was dubious, except that she worked two nights a week and 
supported herself in a high-style fashion. She spoke of several recent 
social events she'd gone to, of the exciting men she'd met, and of her 
brother. " . . . He'll be meeting us later. In fact, he's the one who got me 
this job," she grinned. "If things are as rotten for you as you say they 
are, I'll bet he could help you out . . . We'll see . . 

Bella felt a tinge of guilt, wondering if she'd overstated, exaggerated her 
mood. Then, too, she'd felt dirty for leaving Augie with his grandmother, 
for lying to Peter, and for stealing out of the house as she had. Instead, 
she should have been direct, decisive, less of a wife, and more of a woman. 
But it was too late for apologies now. 

Tammy appeared to not notice the dark shift in Bella's mood; whatever hint 
of depression lurked there was hastily erased by another glass of white wine 
. . . a full bottle this time. 

"Tell you what, I have a hunch Paul's got something super planned for 
tonight! Some club I think," Tammy shrugged her shoulders. "You come along. 
Get loose and forget about your family. God knows, you need it... everybody 
needs it once in a while." 

Bella smiled. A bit of partying and fun wouldn't be out of line. She 
couldn't remember the last time Peter had taken her out for dinner or to a 
club. . . McDonald's and Super Joe's didn't count. That was a family affair 
. . . an excuse for not cooking. This would be going out on the town, 
painting it red, getting loose and not caring. 

Tammy caught her friend's mood and laughed. "A deal?" 

"Okay!" Bella returned. Before she and Peter had married, Bella had been a 
social butterfly - going to parties, giving parties, being wild and free. 
Now, with just a spoonful of that freedom, she shoved aside the guilt, 
clearing her head once and for all of that inhibiting clutter. 

It turned out to be an exciting afternoon and early evening. Bella slipped 
right into Tammy's mood of mocked boredom. They laughed a great deal and 
shopped in some of the better Detroit clothing stores, stores Bella had not 
steeped inside since the day she'd said, "I do. . ." It was a fantastic 
autumn day, not too windy or cold. Everywhere they went, they left a wake of 
turned male heads. 

In the late afternoon it grew colder and Tammy suggested killing some time 
in a bar before it was time to meet Paul, her brother. They found a 
fashionable bar, hidden discreetly in an alleyway. Similar to Adolph's the 
drinks were expensive. Some of the men there knew Tammy . . . rather 
intimately, it seemed. Men came up to her and put their arms around her 
waist, grinning in a way that put Bella ill at ease. She didn't like the way 
they looked at her and her body, and asked about her. . it was like she 
was... something to be bought and sold. Even the male characters on Secret 
Storm or As the World Turns didn't treat women like that! 

"You have to get used to it, honey You're a beautiful woman. You don't 
belong in a kitchen anymore than I belong in a nunnery." Then she laughed, 
rolling her eyes as if she were bored and disgusted with the whole way of 
life. 

Bella forced al augh. 

"Hey, drink up, you're lagging behind." Tammy jiggled the ice cubes in her 
empty glass and ordered another round from the waiter. 

Bella couldn't help but notice how hard and fast Tammy was drinking. At 
lunch she'd had a half a bottle of white wine, followed by a couple of 
martinis. Now, they were drinking more martinis. Bella was beginning to feel 
the effects. 

But it felt good to feel so free. Bella grinned at Tammy, showing 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. Home, Peter, Shelly seemed light years away. She was feeling excitable 
and just irresponsible enough to feel glamorous and jet-set, drinking away 
the afternoon in a posh Detroit men's club. 

They sat, two extremely attractive women, drinking with ambitious men coming 
over and buying them drinks and flirting with both of them. They flirted 
with Bella because she looked so pure, and they flirted with Tammy because 
she reeked of sex, with her deep cleavage. Her breasts seemed high and firm, 
and men were wasting no time taking a peek into that perfumed valley. 

Bella's good looks, fresh and clean, did not go unnoticed, either. Her 
voluptuously supple body sat proudly on the bar stool, exposing a peek of 
bare flesh where her front-buttoning skirt had spread open a bit. She sat 
with her long tapering legs crossed at the knee, showing a flash of thigh 
all firm and white. Invariably, after the men had inhaled Tammy's sexy 
essence, they turned to Bella. 

At first, she was flattered and pleased with all the attention she was 
getting; but as the long afternoon wore and more drinks were consumed and 
cocktails began to stock up in front of her, she found the conversation 
turning a bit too raw for her taste. One man, whose name she didn't catch, 
was sitting next to her. Big, and older than most of the men in the bar, he 
had a gruff voice, and an assuming attitude. He put a sweaty palm on her 
thigh and squeezed it, hoarsely whispering, "Let's you and me go some place 
quiet." 

Bel1a smiled at him with her elegant features serene and composed. "I beg 
your pardon." 

"Fuck," the man whispered in her ear. "Don't worry, I got bread . . . I can 
afford it." 

Bella reacted as if hit in the face with a wet towel. Surely she hadn't 
heard right! 

"Come on. We'll get a couple of bottles of whiskey and a hotel room. Christ, 
I'll bet you're a hell of a piece of ass . . ." 

The flow and company around her table suddenly shifted, everybody moving, 
like they were in a kaleidoscope. Drunk... Bella was getting drunk, and she 
pushed her drink away and upset two martinis on the table. No one seemed to 
mind, except for one man who suffered the brunt of her clumsiness: the front 
of his pants were sopping wet, an olive lodged near his zipper tab. But 
Bella didn't notice. She was trying to find the man who'd made the 
insinuating remark. She had a few words for him, words she only used on rare 
occasions. This was a rare occasion. 

His words burned in her brain like acid sears through steel. He had been 
crude and vulgar and... 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 brazenly whispered in her ear. .. and, 
oh, God, help her... she was oddly aroused. No one. 

ever. . . even Peter. . . had dared to speak to her like that. . . no one! 
His suggestion was obscene and insulting and yet, yet, she found a little 
smile paying about her sensuously pulpy lips. 

"No more for Bella." 

Bella tried to focus on her friend across the table from her. They were 
right. . . no more for me, she though agreeably. I have to get home to my 
husband and my child. My child. . . Augustine! Oh, God, I forgot to call Mom 
and tell her I'll be late picking up Augustine! 

"I have to make a phone call, Tammy. Be right back." Shakily, she got to her 
feet, realizing she was far too drunk to attempt to call her mother. No call 
would be better than a drunken daughter making a fool of herself over the 
phone. Then, too, there was the matter of all this noise in the background. 
Knowing her mother, she would never hear the last of it. 

Bella could hear rudiments of a conversation between Tammy and one of the 
men pawing her body rather boldly. "Yeah, we're gonna go to a club. Wanna 
come along?" 

"Hey, let's go, let's go!" The call went up around the table, and somebody 
helped Bella to her feet. Somebody slapped down a fifty dollar bill to pay 
the tab, and it appeared to Bella that everyone was talking at once... 
muddled and confusing. She allowed herself to be guided among the tables and 
led along as Tammy laughed raucously and shouted something to her. Then they 
were out on the street, the cold bitter November wind lashing her face. It 
sobered her somewhat, sobering she needed. 

The city was awash in light from cars and taxis, and people rushing to 
buses, coat collars pulled up to their necks, hunching against the 
approaching winter. Bella stood a little tipsy, feeling strong men's hands 
holding her up as she realized it was night! Time to be home cooking dinner 
and putting Augie to bed. 

Laughing, joking, joustling, they all crammed into a cab. Bella couldn't see 
the man who'd propositioned her; apparently he was gone in the shuffle of 
drunkards going home to their wives. 

The cab lurched along and Bella found herself crammed between two men she 
didn't recognize. She felt their strong warmth engulfing her, and she 
laughed at jokes she didn't understand, and made a few of her own. 

Her mind, her home, Peter and Shelly were miles away. 

The words of the stranger were still ringing in her ear. The very audacity 
of it! Was he married? Bored with his life, his wife, his home? Well, - 
maybe money didn't buy happiness, she mused, but it sure did help. If she 
were a man and had money, she'd do the same thing, she thought decisively. 
For the first time in her life, Bella Brandon felt her body wracked with an 
emotion that hit her with a fury and intensity she had never 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 into 
nothingness and slightly glazed, her red fulsome lips slightly parted and 
gleaming with heavy lip gloss, as she felt a lewdness throbbing in her pulse 
as she wondered. Could I have gone off with that man? 

The answer was yes! Bella 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. More than that, to 
be naked and alone with a stranger like tha man who'd whispered in her ear! 
To be totally naked and at the mercy of someone who was coarse and vulgar 
and used her like a prostitute! 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 exciting! 

Then she remembered one minor fact: she was a married woman. But that 
obstruction was quickly erased, too, with a simple question. When was the 
last time Peter had made love to her? Not just fucked her after they'd 
crawled into bed, but really made love to her? Unbuttoned her sweater, 
played with the hooks on her bra, unsnapped and sucked her nipples to 
erection, taking the time for gentility and using his imagination. Using his 
mouth on her, making her ready and damp for his thick, hard penis, instead 
of thrusting it in with no warning - brutally, painfully? 

'"Hey, what's the matter, baby?" 

Bella turned, startled, to see the man crammed against her was talking to 
her. "Oh, nothing. Why?" 

"You look funny." 

"I do?" 

"No brooding, okay? We all have husbands and wives. Ain't no big thing, so 
chin up, okay?" 

They piled out of the cab in a strange part of Detroit, a section that was 
far away from any part Bella had ever seen. They filed their way into a 
small restaurant, dark and dirty, with a few Chinese scattered at bare-faced 
tables; Tammy whispered something in the cook's ear. He wiped his hands on 
his dirty chef's apron, and pointed the way to the stairway - through the 
kitchen. 

The club was called "The Cellar" appropriately enough. The large open room, 
tastefully furnished in bright mod colors of oranges, reds, purples and 
yellows, was filled with blue hazy smoke, and small crowds of threes and 
fours gathered at round tables. Speakers carried the sound of a jazz combo 
playing off to the side in a makeshift orchestra pit. 

Bella hesitated at the crowd around the door, but found herself being 
propelled forwgrd from all sides as they waded into the din of laughter and 
conversation and people standing elbow to elbow. 

The whole club was filled with people as they inched their way deeper into 
the club. The air was thick and sweltering. Bella, still shaken from hew 
lewd daydreaming, tried hard to get her bearings. A drink was shoved in her 
hand, and Tammy was shouting in her ear. 

"Hey, this is my brother Paul. Paul I want you to meet an old friend of 
mine, Bella Brandon." 

Bella looked into the face of a handsome man; tall, lean and sophisticated, 
he was well dressed in a three piece pin-striped suit. The contrast was 
startling: Peter never wore anything but Levis and T-shirts. 

Paul looked at her face, and then let his eyes rake her body, unnerving 
Bella, for it was almost as if he guessed what she had been thinking in the 
cab. He made her feel naked the way he brashly looked at her fertile and 
velvety 'vee' of her vaginal mound. Still, something drew her to him like a 
swarm of bees to a pot of honey. 

He was not to be trusted, that was obvious. Men who looked like Paul could 
never be trusted. That's why they were never married and could afford to 
have their hair trimmed once a week and get a manicure to boot. Men who 
stepped out of fashion magazines. Men whom you only saw once - then they 
dumped you. 

Bella giggled, realizing there were already things she couldn't tell Peter 
about. She could never tell him about the foul-mouthed stranger who'd 
offered to buy her body, she couldn't tell him about Paul's extraordinary 
fashionable appearance, and she could never tell him about this club. 

People were pressed tightly together and talking and laughing and drinking 
and smoking. Looking about, Bella saw people touching one another brazenly, 
kissing one another, letting hands roam in places hands only roamed in 
private. Bug-eyed she watched with a strange kind of hunger 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, 
Bella had a gut-feeling and knew, intuitively, that something was going to 
happen. She looked about her, eyeing the round stage in front of the club 
with suspicion. 

And the people. Bodies were all around her; faces emerged from the swirl and 
disappeared again. All the women were young, her age, and all of them were 
beautiful and well dressed. The men were generally older, but still 
handsome. People were dressed just a trifle too stylishly, a little too 
loosely. And the loose, almost insolent way so many people were acting... 
the way men and women pawed one another, that's what disturbed her, made her 
feel uneasy. 

Tammy guided her friend by the elbow and shouted in her ear. "We have to 
find a table. The play's about to begin. Come on, I think Paul got us one." 

"Play? I thought this was a club . . ." 

"Silly. Come on . . ." Bella's martini sloshed over the rim of the glass as 
they elbowed their way to a row near the front, only feet from the stage. 
Bella watched Paul slip the cocktail waitress a bill, then give her a kiss 
on the cheek. The waitress flashed her eyes at him, tucked the bill in her 
bosom and sauntered away, not too fast for Paul to stop her. . . if he 
wished. But he didn't. 

"Hey, this should be a hell of a play," whispered Tammy, poking Bella in the 
ribs. "Real hard-core on-the-stage kinda sex. That's why this club is 
literally underground. It's against the law." 

Bella felt too stunned to say anything. Claustrophobia closed in on her. She 
had to get off somewhere... a bathroom or something... for awhile and think 
by herself. Should she be here? A married woman with a five year old son? 
The question demanded answering. This was a once in a lifetime chance to get 
drunk and roar it up with a crowd of strangers who would never see her again 
. . . or who would never recognize her with her hair pulled back and her 
apron on, cooking beans on a Wednesday afternoon and watching the soap 
operas on television. It was her chance to be invisible. 

The temptation was too much. Bella's face flushed with excitement and drink 
as she tipped the martini glass to her lips and picked up the fresh one in 
one smoothly executed movement. Her pulse was pounding in her wrist with a 
measured excitement so intense it almost made her giddy! With a blink of 
amazement, she realized she hadn't felt this alive in years! 

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the talking subsided. A ripple of laughter 
and a few catcalls came from the crowd. Then everyone, Bella included, sat 
quiet and attentive, their eyes glued to the white stage curtain that glowed 
slightly in the dark. Everyone's eyes, that is, except for Paul's. His were 
riveted on Bella. . . a blushing Bella. 

A murmur ran through the audience as the curtain on the rounded stage pulled 
open. Bella huddled. low in her seat, grinning with excitement, still 
feeling Paul's presence most acutely. She knew she was doing something 
wrong... being here with another man, watching a sex act. Somehow, it didn't 
matter. 

Bella had never seen anything so bold and lewd in her life, when that 
curtain pulled open to reveal a girl with her hands on her naked hips. She 
had clothes on but very little, as she brazenly grinned at the audience. Her 
upper face was hidden behind a black mask, but the lower part, including her 
scarlet lips, were clearly visible. The girl was wearing a black cape that 
was thrown back over he naked shoulders, revealing her big breasts in all 
their rounded loveliness. Her nipples were dark and taut, tilting upward. 
Her whole body was naked except for a black garter belt and long black 
stockings that clung like silken flesh to her voluptuously fleshy thighs. 
She was wearing black high-heeled shoes and long black gloves, and in one 
gloved hand, she idly flicked a bullwhip. 

The masked girl grinned at the audience and slowly, wantonly; licked her 
lips. Teasingly, the room whistled, as they eyed her jutting mound of Venus 
and her wedge of black pubic hair. Lewdly, as if on command, on cue, the 
girl ground her hips at the onlookers. 

Bella watched, eyes wide, drink forgotten, as the girl's cuntal lips parted 
with a velvety spread permitting everyone to see the moisture glistening 
there that betrayed her obscene excitement. 

Bella sat back to take in all of the girl's naked voluptuousness. Her 
breasts were big and high-riding and thrust out boldly. A cruel smile was on 
her masked face as she said, "Welcome to Nightmare Theatre. My name is 
Samantha, some call me Miss S and M. I shall be your guide.. ." 

The masked girl turned, letting everyone see her nakedly rounded buttocks. 
As a light aimed at the back of the stage blinked on, the guide pointed 
beyond to a lushly ripened young blonde who was sprawled seductively on a 
bed. 'The girl looked so tenderly young... so defenseless! The masked girl 
strode across the room, all eyes following her as she walked to the bed. Her 
big breasts jiggled as she walked. Her whip hissed through the air and 
cracked above the bed where the blonde girl, who looked barely fifteen, 
cowered in real fear. The whip snaked through the air again,- snapping 
itself with an ugly crack right above the girl's nakedly trembling stomach. 

All eyes lingered over the frightened child for a moment as she pressed her 
legs together and tried to huddle over, away from Sam antha's whip and the 
prying eyes of the audience. Again the whip hissed. Bare flesh was stung by 
the tip of the whip and an angry red streak appeared on the girl's snowy 
white thigh. "No.. . nnnoooo!" she murmured, and looked fearfully beyond the 
audience, cried out again, "Help me,someone help me!" Again the whip hissed 
angrily, and the girl gave a little whimpering cry. 

Bella watched the rest of the audience as the naked young body jumped and 
recoiled, her ripely budding breasts jumping and quivering. The whip 
cracked, the child screamed in pain as another wild red welt appeared on her 
shoulder and arm. 

"Do as I say!" It was the voice of the naked Sam antha. 

The young blonde, her breath coming fast, her body trembling, her breasts 
heaving, closed her eyes and reluctantly nodded in agreement. 

"Roll over on your back!" The whip flicked through the air and snapped like 
a rifle shot over the bed. 

Obediently, the girl rolled over on her back, her legs tightly held 
together, her eyes shut tight. The audience seemed to gloat over her nakedly 
helpless figure and the two angry, scarlet welts on her creamy white skin. 

Once more the menacing whip cracked its warning less than two inches above 
her fearfully cringing figute. "Spread your legs!" 

Bella held her breath. The room was silent as all attention was strained on 
the stage. It was a delicious moment as the girl slowly, unwilling, 

but afraid, spread her beautiful legs. Everyone could see the swollen 
velvety lips of her little pink cunt sparsely covered with soft curls of 
pussy hair. 

Samantha, dressed in black mask and stockings, stepped forward, grinning at 
the girl. Again, savagely, this time, the whip snapped, and the fifteen year 
old girl screamed, her body recoiling. The whip was pulled away and a long 
brutal red welt was streaked across her little white stomach. 

"I said open them wide! Spread them!" 

Terrified, stifling her sobs, the girl obeyed, spreading her legs as far as 
she could. The cords stood out like velvet ropes along her inner thigh as 
she spread her legs so wide they trembled. The whip hissed another warning 
over her body and the girl cringed and bent her knees upward. Then she lay 
there, her naked breasts quivering as she heaved for breath, her legs split 
wide open, and the tears streaming down her pain-twisted face. 

Now each person in the audience could clearly see the moisture making her 
slit glisten. Each person could clearly see that her tiny clitoris was erect 
and coiled with excitement - at least those persons in the front rows who 
leaned hungrily over their tables, staring as the rounded stage began a 
slow, circular motion. By the time the stage had made a complete rotation, 
there was a concerted gasp as everyone realized the girl was becoming 
sexually aroused by the terrible things that were happening to her. 

Samantha was leering down at the cowering blonde. Reluctantly, taking her 
eyes from the lewdly tempting form of the child, Samantha walked to the edge 
of the stage, speaking to the audience with a twisted smile beneath her 
mask. "What you jus.t saw is sadistic. That girl behind me was forced to 
pose like that." The smile broadened. "She'll be forced to do many other 
things for you tonight." A look of passion went over the masked girl's mouth 
as her lips twisted in wanton excitement. And then everyone gasped as 
Samantha began to caress her own cunt. Her gloved fingers slowly spread her 
wetly glistening cuntal lips, revealing the coral-pink flesh that throbbed 
with each excited beat of her heart. Idly, she cracked the whip and grinned 
again at the audience. "What you don't know," she said, speaking to the 
audience, "What you don't know and should know is this. That girl, that 
young innocent thing, likes this." There was a barely audible gasp that went 
through the dark room that was rapidly getting stifling hot. Bella didn't 
notice the gasp or the heat. She didn't notice anything for every fiber of 
her being was locked in fierce concentration on the stage. 

The masked girl grinned cynically. "She loves it. She asks us to do it to 
her. Remember, this is for your pleasure, too." Her grin was wanton and evil 
as she looked at the audience and asked. "Who is the victim? What is 
pleasure? Look at the girl!" Dramatically, she stepped aside and the 
audience saw, in the glowing spotlight, the blonde girl on the bed, her legs 
split obscenely wide, one arm over her eyes. Her ripe young cunt was swollen 
and split wide, the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks quivering under 
the strain. The girl's naked breasts were heaving in a barely contained 
lust. Samantha's voice went on while everyone stared at the girl's wetly 
ready vagina. "This girl likes being degraded. She's not an actress. She is 
my friend." Samantha's lips twisted mockingly as one gloved hand cupped the 
hugeness of one breast and velvet-covered fingers began pinching one taut 
nipple. "We learn to acquire pleasure through shame. This is no ordinary 
play. This is a play about a way of life, a way to pleasure. A way to. . ." 
and she hissed the word: "ecstasy!" 

Bella Brandon slumped back in her seat. It was as if someone had kicked her 
in the stomach. She sat, open-mouthed, utterly speechless. She was watching 
two utterly indecent girls posing naked and mouthing all kinds of nonsense. 
It was obvious to her all the talk was only an excuse for much obscenity. 
Only that and nothing more. 

Why, then, did it all make sense? 

Bella slumped back, stunned with the tremendous truth she knew. It was real, 
the play she was seeing was real. Instinctively she knew that what the girl 
was saying up on the stage was the truth. She knew, for she felt the same 
way herself! Furthermore, she knew, divined, instantly, without anyone 
telling her, that what she was seeing was real. These were no actresses 
hired off the street. They were real, and what better humiliation, what 
greater thrill could One ask for than to do obscene perverted things in 
front of a live audience! What greater debasement than to know you were 
being awed at while doing wantonly obscene things! 

The longing, the streaking sexual hunger was so strong in Bella that she was 
panting for breath now, her eyes fluttering half-closed. She needed air, she 
had to have air or she was going to pass out. Her half-empty drink tumbled 
to the floor where it stained her skirt darkly as she weaved up to her feet. 
She had to get air immediately or she would pass out. Desperately, she tried 
stepping out of the tangle of feet and chairs. 

"Sit down, dammit!" hissed Paul, grabbing her arm. 

"For God's sakes, Bella!" snapped Tammy. 

Hands seized her and guided her back to her own seat where she slumped, her 
eyes half unfocused. Then they were opened wide. Up on the stage stepped a 
naked man! 

Bella had seen men naked before. She had seen Peter naked several times, but 
she had never seen a man with a penis like this one up on stage! 

It was huge! It was at least nine inches long and over two turgid inches 
thick. And right before her eyes, it was growing even larger. The man was 
stroking it lewdly with one hand as he stood next to the bed and looked down 
at the helpless young blonde with her legs still spread wide. He was stark 
naked and heavily muscled with a strong looking face. All eyes closed in on 
his huge growing cock and watched as he slowly stroked his penis to a virile 
life, pulling the slippery foreskin bag over the moist blue-pink head until 
the huge blood-gorged tip flared out. 

The whip snaked out and lashed at the girl's leg. "On your knees!" the 
masked Samantha commanded. The young blonde girl scrambled to her knees 
whimpering, rubbing the fine welt on her leg, looking up at the man with 
frightened eyes. The woman in the mask and black stockings was obvioulsy 
enjoying herself as she smiled and ran one gloved finger up and down the 
length of her own moistly gleaming slit as her hips pumped provocatively and 
obscenely. "Suck it!" Samantha hissed. "Suck his cock!" 

The girl quailed for an instant, cringing, eyes wide. Instantly the whip 
whistled and crashed across her shoulders, causing her back to arch as she 
screamed. Her breasts were thrust out tantalizingly as the whip cut across 
her back once again. The man standing by the bed, his lips twisted cruelly, 
shot out his free hand and grabbed the girl by the hair, holding her in 
place. She cried out as he dragged her closer, forcing her tightly clenched 
mouth to his huge pulsating cock that was heavily veined and swelling with 
an obscene desire. 

The blonde girl resisted, trying to turn her head, and the whip snapped 
across her back once more, bringing a thin streak of blood welling to the 
unblemished surface of her creamy flesh, and she opened her mouth to scream, 
"Aaaaaaggghhhaaa! ! !" 

Her cry was cut short as the thick cock was immediately jammed into her 
mouth, forcing it open wide, forcing her lips to fit around the thick shaft 
with a soft elasticity. 

Both of the man's hands were cupped against her ears and he held her blonde 
hair cruelly entangled in his fingers as he brutally pumped his hips 
forward, ramming his long, hotly throbbing cock deep into the poor girl's 
widely stretched mouth. 

Bella sat slumped, panting with passion. In all her life she had never seen 
anything so lewd, so evil, so brazen and wild . . . so utterly tempting! 

Yes! Despite herself, she felt her own eagerly pulsating vagina was moist 
with a wild demanding lust. She didn't care what happened, she had to stay. 
She panted for breath and felt she was going to faint, pass out, but she 
didn't care! She was going to stay and see the play! 

The audience leaned forward for a close-up of the girl's face as the massive 
cock violated her soft, warm mouth. The huge shaft of hard flesh was moving 
in and out of her tightly ovalled mouth like some great piston gradually 
being lubricated and glistening wet from saliva. The girl had her eyes shut 
as her wetly rounded lips slid up and down the lust-hardened penis that 
forced her young mouth wide. The man held her tightly in place by the hair 
and slowly, obscenely, and with great sadistic pleasure, fucked in and out 
of her mouth. The young blonde was no longer frightened. Her eyes had opened 
and everyone saw the lascivious look in her excitedly glowing eyes. 

'Slowly, her hands reached out and caressed the man's straining thighs. The 
audience leaned forward to see a look of lewd rapture gradually coming over 
her face as her hands came up to her mouth. Lewdly, she cradled and caressed 
the man's cum-fihled balls with one hand while the fingers of the other hand 
tried to grip around the thick protruding shaft of his cock. Now she was 
hungrily sucking with her eyes closed in bliss, her hand stroking the shaft 
while her tongue twirled around the head in her hot, wet little mouth. 

The room was silent as people watched with fascinated eyes and laxly open 
mouths. The natural heat in the room was supplemented by the growing passion 
as they all watched the overtly obscene act taking place on the stage. 
Samantha in the black mask knelt by the man's massively pistoning cock and 
the girl's head, and she plunged the fingers of her black-gloved hand in and 
out of her own pussy as she watched the lewd sucking. The girl sucked on the 
thick shaft of hard flesh as if it were the sweetest thing in the world; 
muffled moans of wanton delight came from her wide open mouth as her cheeks 
hollowed again and again in a growing rhythm that matched his fucking 
cadence in and out of her throat. 

His massively thickened cock was so big that the girl could never take all 
of it in her mouth. Yet, as Bella watched, it became apparent that the girl 
was going to try the impossible. She knelt on the bed, her head held firmly 
in place, ;ucking with a greedy desire and taking more rnd more of the 
heatedly pulsating penis into her wide stretched mouth. Her hand urged him 
on as her fingernails dug into the tightly clenched flesh of his buttocks, 
goading him on to greater excesses. 

The girl in the black mask and long sensuous stockings laughed and sprawled 
lewdly on the bed, her gloved hand massaging her own wetly throbbing cunt, 
spreading the coral-red lips wide open as she looked at the naked young 
girl's back with the livid red welt snaking across it. She paid particular 
attention to the young blonde's perfectly rounded buttocks which were 
pumping and churning thythmically as she sucked on the huge cock. 

Samantha grinned lewdly and caressed the dhild's full sensuous ass cheeks 
with her gloved hand. As if to answer, the young blonde arched her back and 
thrust her buttocks out desperately, exposing her puckered little anus. 
Smiling sadistically, Samantha took both of her gloved hands and spread the 
girl's ass cheeks, exposing her swollen, wet pussy. 

Bella felt a moan growing in her own throat as she saw two gloved thumbs 
move downward and slowly pull apart the wet flesh of the cuntal furrow to 
expose the girl's moistly glistening cunt. 

Everyone saw the girl's cunt being held open, and everyone saw the ripe 
young pussy writhing and twisting with a lewd life of its own. Samantha 
smiled at the audience and licked her lips wetly. Then, with a sudden 
movement, her head shot forward and her tongue curled wetly up into the 
child's defenseless cuntal opening. 

The effect on the blonde was startling. She was going wild, swallowing 
greedily as much of the thickly veined cock as possible, sucking with a 
voracious delight as her hips rolled and pumped against Samantha's mouth 
like they were on ball bearings. The girl in the mask slid further under her 
churning young buttocks, holding onto the blonde's hips while her tongue 
lashed and darted up into the wildly writhing cunt. The man increased his 
fucking of the young - blonde's mouth as she looked down and saw what the 
masked girl was doing. She was using one gloved hand to cover the young 
blonde's defenseless anus. Bella gasped as she saw one outstretched, 
black-gloved finger began probing for the elastic ring of the tiny anus, and 
finding it;' plunging - brutally and wildly in. 

The young blonde girl, her head held securely in place, the huge cock more 
than filling up her mouth, could only make a faint muffled cry. Her eyes 
were tightly shut against the pain she was feeling as Samantha mercilessly 
violated her anus, jabbing her fmger in to the first knuckle and viciously 
twisting it around. There was no respite, for the impaling finger pushed in 
deeper and deeper, before beginning to saw lewdly in and out in rhythm to 
the masked girl's red tongue fucking wetly in and out of the girl's clasping 
cunt. The man was redoubling his efforts as he looked down and saw the 
gloved finger sunk up to the palm of the hand in the fifteen year old girl's 
rectum. His rhythm matched the obscene sawing in and out of that finger. 

Bella was slumped in her chair feeling her pulse throbbing like a mad 
machine in her forehead and wrist. It seemed to pulsate in time to the 
wicked and obscenely exciting fucking that was going on on the stage. Bolts 
of unadulterated lust were coursing through her body, thrilling her in an 
unholy way. Never before had she seen anything as obscene as this, and never 
before had she been so violently aroused. Bella was more shocked by her own 
lusty reactions than she was by what she was seeing up on the stage. 
Furtively, she looked around to see if anyone was watching her. 

Every eye was fastened on the vivid fucking being performed up there on the 
stage. No one was noticing her. Her breath was coming in little pants, she 
felt an- excruciatingly tight and hot hunger in her own groin. Her panties 
suddenly were too tight for her, fitting over her own wetly throbbing cunt 
like some kind of bonding device. She could feel the hot aching moisture of 
her pussy dampening the band of her panties, and she crossed her legs in a 
desperate hope that she could relieve the hammering wild need and itching 
she was so suddenly and painfully aware of. She closed her fluttering eye 
lids and squeezed her crossed legs together and wished . . . despite herself 
that once, just once, Peter was vulgar and wild with her. Peter... oh, she 
couldn't think about her husband flow! 

She opened her eyes and looked at the stage again with eyes unfocused by 
passion. Just once, it would be thrilling, and satisfying to be treated like 
a whore. To forget about washing dirty clothes and cleaning house. . . and 
just be pampered . . . given every sensual delight imaginable. The unholy 
desire she admitted to herself sent a lewd shudder of excitement through her 
quivering-young belly, and she tried hard to control herself, to stop her 
breasts from heaving and her legs from trembling. 

The girl in the black mask and gloves pulled her finger and face free from 
the blonde's violated little cunt and anus. She sat up, grinning at the 
audience, and though she didn't have anything to say this time, everyone 
watching knew what was happening. The young blonde was now wild with a 
mindless desire. Her head was still held in place, but her buttocks twisted 
and churned wildly as she tried to find the lewd tongue and wild finger and 
return them to the wet centers of her passion again. She was obscenely 
aroused now and - something was obviously going to happen, for the girl in 
the mask was getting off the bed, her own naked body wantonly displayed and 
equally excited. 

The new development wasn't long in being seen. Another man, naked, his cock 
rigidly erect, steeped onto the stage. He stood looking down at the frantic 
efforts of the blonde as her buttocks twitched and gyrated in an unbridled 
display of wantonness and need. He stood slowly stroking his rapidly growing 
penis with one hand while Samantha in the mask gestured and invited him to 
do whatever he wished with the young blonde's lust-crazed body. The second 
man, his face tight, lost no time in crawling in behind the young blonde's 
buttocks: he seized her nakedly churning hips and dug his nails in hard, 
holding her cruelly in place the same way the other man held the lovely 
young blonde's head. In total agreement with what was about to happen, she 
arched her back even more, thrusting her hips and buttocks out obscenely 
like a bitch in heat, squirming as he spread her legs wider, allowing the 
second man greater access to her cunt. With a viciously quick thrust, the 
man snapped his hips forward and his eagerly throbbing cock... almost as 
huge as the one fucking in and out of the beautiful fifteen year old girl's 
tightly ovalled mouth.. . sunk into her wetly writhing cunt with an obscene 
sound. The man began fucking in and out with a brutal rhythm. 

Bella recrossed her legs and squeezed them together until her whole body 
trembled as she watched the young blonde being so obscenely used. Sweat was 
forming over the girl's body and her breasts swayed heavily beneath her 
bucking torso as the two men fell into a wildly mounting rhythm of fucking. 
The poor girl was being used and debased in a brutal and obscene way, and 
she was loving it. 

The girl in the black mask and garter belt crawled back onto the bed with 
the whip in her hand. The grin on her face was clearly sadistic. Again she 
looked right at the audience and spoke to them. "It is one thing to force 
the girl, to do things. But my friends, this girl asked for it! She knew 
beforehand what was going to happen! She asked for two men to do this to 
her! She knows. . . only too well . . . the intense pleasure that comes from 
pain." The masked girl's voice was a lewd whisper as she went on. "She wants 
more. She wants me to do something to her! Watch! Watch and realize what S 
and M is all about!" 

Everyone in the smoke-filled room leaned forward toward the stage as they 
watched the masked girl, her own body lewdly and evilly displayed, toy with 
the whip as she looked down and saw the lovely young blonde being fucked at 
both ends. The masked girl's beautiful breasts heaved with her own obscene 
passion and a 

gloved finger trailed down over her naked stomach, over and past the garter 
belt and her fingers once again spread her own cuntal lips wide, showing the 
glistening coral-pink of her cunt walls. 

The tip of one outstretched -finger played with her own rampant clitoris as 
she snapped the whip back; it hissed through the air and across the 
defenseless back of the screaming young girl and wrapped lovingly - 
painfully - around her slender waist. The taste of the whip only served to 
make the blonde wilder. She screwed her buttocks up higher to receive more 
of the thick plunging cock fucking into her hot little cunt from behind. 
Gluttonously, her head bobbed up and down faster, taking even more of the 
huge glistening penis in the warm wet confines of her mouth. 

The whip whistled again and again. The mouth of the girl in the mask was 
twisted insanely as she whipped the sweating, naked body in front of her. 
The two men were turned on by the sight of the lash, and fucked the wantonly 
writhing girl with all their savage might. The man thrusting into her from 
behind dug his nails cruelly and tightly in the soft flesh of her ass 
cheeks. and fucked until his balls were slapping obscenely against the back 
of her trembling thighs. The man lying on his back on the bed herd the 
girl's head rigidly in place and began pumping his hips up into her tightly 
ovalled mouth. Over half his cock disappeared into her greedily sucking 
young mouth as he plunged it home with vicious body-jolting strokes. The 
girl in the mask was going wild with her own lust as - the whip cracked and 
hissed through the air again and again, leaving criss-crossing red welts on 
the girl's nakedly curling back and bucking stomach. 

With a roar, the man whose cock was being sucked began thrashing his head 
back and forth. He fucked upward with all his might, thrusting so deep into 
her lust-constricted throat that the girl gagged. He was cumming, shooting 
his white hot sperm into the girl's voraciously sucking mouth. 

But he had ether plans for the blonde. The girl in the mask ceased her 
whipping to crouch and watch. The stage continued its circular rotation - so 
that all might see. Bella gasped as the man pulled his wildly jerking penis 
from the girl's mouth. The young blonde struggled, her lips puckering 
desperately to hold onto the hot pole of pulsating flesh. The man held her 
face in place as his whole body shuddered and tensed. "Aaaggghhhaaa! ! !" he 
roared. His eyes closed tightly as his cum began splattering all over the 
girl's helpless face. He held her head in place as jets of white hot sperm 
shot out and hit against her nose, her lips, her chin and forehead. 

Bella watched with her mouth open, not really believing her eyes. The tender 
young girl was so wild and debased by her passion that her mouth was open, 
eagerly trying to catch some of his spewing cum. She licked her lips and 
swallowed whatever she could, and cried out with a mindless desire for him 
to return his cock to her hungering mouth. 

The man fucking her so brutally and insanely from behind bellowed out his 
triumph, and, his face twisting, he pulled his massively pulsating penis out 
at the last minute, and Bella saw his thick white sperm shoot out. It jetted 
across the girl's bucking back in long white streaks, riss-crossing the 
crimson whip welts. It glistened obscenely in the light as he jerked and 
ejaculated his.cum all over her back. And then it was over, the two men 
releasing the poor girl and falling away, groaning, and leaving the poor 
girl slumped helplessly on the bed, her naked body wetted and bruised and 
covered with a coating of sticky sperm. She lay gasping for heer breath 
while the girl in the mask crawled over and tangled her gloved hand in the 
disheveled blonde's hair. She viciously yanked the girl's head up so that 
the audience could see the expression of pain and rapture on her ecstatic 
fifteen year old face. "Did you like that? Tell our friends if! hurt you!" 

The look on the young girl's face was unbelievable. Bella had never seen 
such a look of depraved rapture. The girl's expression was one of total 
depravity and pleasure. "Yes!" she hissed through perfect teeth. Her eyes 
half-opened and she smiled lewdly -at the audience as she licked at the cum 
around her mouth. "I loved it!" 

The girl in the mask let the exhausted head drop. Again, she looked at the 
audience. "Now you know what S and M is. Sado-masochism!" 

"More! We want more!" the cry went up around the dingy club, mainly from the 
men. The state and degree of excitement in the room was high, electric. The 
tension was mounting as people milled about. Some of the men seemed to be 
looking for someone to blame for the sudden ending to the play. A hand 
seized Bella's arm. PART II: Tripping "Have you ever seen anything like 
that?" It was Tammy, wide-eyed and grinning. Obviously she was drunk. With a 
start, Bella realized that she, herself, had practically sobered up afthr 
watching the play. Sobered and looking at herself, her life in a new 
perspective. One alien to her, yet damnably appealing. 

Dumbly, Bella shook her head, trying to avert her eyes from Paul's avid 
stare. She realized, then, that she was blushing. 

Bella closed her eyes for a second and saw the whip snaking around the 
girl's slender waist and aw wild, bulging cocks, obscenely erect, jerking 
/and shooting hot flowing cum all over the girl's face. And the face: pure 
rapture. No thought of husbands, no thought of children, or home. Just a 
moment of perfect, private ecstasy! 

She shook her head again, more to get the images out of her mind than to 
answer Tammy's question. She felt she knew only too well why anyone would 
want to be in that play. For a moment she toyed with the olive in her 
martini, stabbing it with the stir stick, then decisively gulped the drink 
down, Paul's stare still studying her rapt expression. "Looks like you could 
use another." 

"Looks like you could use a couple," echoed Tammy, smiling self-confidently 
at her brother, winking. 

Paul ordered another round for the three of them, then mopped his glistening 
face with a perfectly folded handkerchief. Bella noticed the pure Irish 
linen had his initials embroidered in one corner. 

Small talk didn't seem to work for Bella now. 

She was too preoccupied by her guilt and embarrassment at what she had seen 
on the stage. More, she felt guilty about how she felt. Did anypne know? Did 
her excitement show? 

"They have another show coming up... nothing like what we just saw. What you 
say we stay for it. . ." offered Paul. 

"Not until I get a breath of fresh air, brother! This cigarette smoke is 
making my eyes water. Can't we reserve the table?" asked Tammy, her eyebrows 
raising. 

"A buck can do anything," returned Paul, delving into his wallet for a crisp 
ten dollar bill. "Slip this to the cocktail waitress when she comes by and 
ask her to save this table for us for the next show." 

Tam my followed through, slipping the waitress the money, and pointing at 
the table, she whispered in her ear. In minutes they stood outside in the 
alley, breathing in the cool night air, appreciating the cooling wind 
swiping over their faces and sweaty necks. 

Tammy pulled out a flask from her purse filled with Jack Daniels, and as 
they leaned against the rough brick wall, passing the flask from hand to 
hand, they talked about the play. 

"Whew, that was an explosive play, wasn't it?" Paul sighed, shaking his 
head. 

"Jesus, I thought I was gonna get raped!" returned Tammy, lifting her 
eyebrows. "Of course," Tammy said with a casual shrug, "I don't think I 
would have minded." 

Bella looked up at her friend disbelievingly. 

Tammy put the flask to her lips and pointed a finger at Bella. "Listen, 
don't try to tell me that play didn't turn you on." 

Still, Bella couldn't admit the feeling that was churning inside her. "You 
mean you liked that?" 

"I loved it Bella! And I think you would too if you weren't married. 
Marriage wreaks hell on honesty." Tammy's openness didn't shock Bella. 
"Besides, every woman I know has a secret wish to be a whore or be treated 
like one... if only for one night. Admit it, haven't you?" 

Both Paul and Tammy stared at their friend's face, waiting for an answer. 
None came. . . only a brilliant crimson flush of the cheeks answered their 
query. 

The conversation died out as both Paul and Tammy exchanged cigarettes and 
match flames, struggling to light the cigarettes in the brisk winter wind. 
Soon the question was forgotten. Two more rounds of passing the flask and 
it, too, rattled empty. By this time, the winter air was reaching the bone's 
marrow. 

"You girls ready for another show? Think you can take it, sis?" chided Paul 
lightheartedly. 

Bella smiled up at him, directly and warmly for the first time that evening 
since their eyes met searchingly. For all his dapper, too-sophisticated, 
too-cool appearance, she couldn't help but like him. He had manners, he was 
generous, and so far, he hadn't laid a hand on her. 

Once inside, the cocktail waitress ushered them to their table immediately, 
hoping for another fat tip from the handsome patron of sex plays. True to 
his style, Paul ordered another round of drinks, slapping a ten dollar bill 
on the tray when each martini glass had been set on a clean napkin in front 
of them. 

Bella drank along with Tammy, grinning mischievously when the subject of 
husbands came up. "We'll get you home in good time," Tammy had assured her. 
And with that reassurance Bella was feeling a new lift, she was in higher 
spirits. She tossed her beautiful mane of auburn hair and emptied glass and 
put it down. It was an exciting night... a once-in-a-lifetime night for her. 
No. A once-in-a-married-lifetime night, she corrected herself with a 
grimace. She picked up the second drink that seemed to appear from nowhere 
and toasted Paul and Tammy. Why not? It was only one night. Peter went out 
with the boys to play poker and sometimes didn't get in until the next 
morning. 

"You said this show isn't gonna be anything compared to the last one," Tammy 
looked disappointed. 

"Yeah, that last one was hot!" Bella, beginning to feel the drinks heavily, 
giggled and agreed. "I wouldn't mind seeing that one again." 

"Aha!" Tammy pointed an accusing finger. "I' knew you were horny." All of 
them were a little silly and loose now. 

"Well, so what if I was?" Bella surprised herself with her candor. They all 
laughed and Bella shrugged and picked up her drink, spilling a little on her 
silk paisley scarf as she did so. "What the hell, I'm only human." 

The three of them laughed and put their arms around one another and finished 
their drinks. Suddenly and unobtrusively, Paul's hand slid over Bella's 
stomach, and she permitted herself a smutty smile. She felt wicked and was 
dying to tell someone where they had been and what they were doing. If 
people only knew, they wouldn't be so interested in mild-mannered strippers. 

Almost as if to echo her thoughts, the curtains parted just wide enough for 
a black haired vixen to slither through the curtains and parade her buttocks 
around on stage. It was obvious the woman had passed her prime, clearly, she 
was the second show. Bella watched the stripper with a calculating eye. 

The stripper was soon down to her G-string, a sequin-spangled thread of 
fabric with a bra of about the same dimension. Although the woman was older 
- thirty five years or so - she maintained a slender body with a slim waist 
and big breasts that bounced and quivered as she danced. She wore high heels 
that helped to 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 impatient 
voice came from the dark audience. 

Slightly drunk, Bella cocked an eyebrow. She leaned back and turned her 
head, whispering into Tammy's ear. "She's not so hot!" 

Tammy burst out laughing, a raucous, drunk laugh. Leaning over the table, 
with one arm around Bella, she said to her brother: "Hey, what you think of 
my friend here? Ain't she somethin'? She doesn't think that chick has 
anything goin' for her." Tammy pointed to the gyrating stripper on stage. 

Paul rubbed Bella's stomach in response. "She sure has a nice belly, and I'd 
sure like to fill it 

"Oh, you!" Tammy tutted. 

"Pretty . buttocks...." 

Bella held her breath, feeling more daring now. "Better than that stripper?" 
she teased, surprising herself by giving Paul's leg a tempting squeeze. 

"We'd have to see the merchandise to answer that one, honey," Paul returned: 

Bella fluttered her eyelashes. "Heck, I could do better than that stripper." 

Paul, feeling her lewdness, looked over at Bella's luscious breasts. 
Drunkenly, his eyes bloodshot, he asked, "Whatchasay??" 

Bella licked her lips. Her mouth was bone dry from repressed excitement. "I 
said, I could do better than that." 

Paul looked blearily at the stage, at the stripper who held the curtain 
between her writhing thighs and ground a rhythm out. "Hell, yes. Damn right 
you could!" 

The three of them laughed together, and it seemed that Paul and Tammy were 
both fondling her now. Tammy's hand had slipped to Bella's waist, then 
teasing played with the crevice of her buttocks, running her middle finger 
up and down the length of it. Bella 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... in her chair, only 
her buttocks moving in a sensuous rhythm in time to the music. She let her 
magnificent hips do a bump and grind right there on the chair. Actually, she 
was mocking the girl on stage, yet it came out as brazen and sexy, and Bella 
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.. ....exciting. 

It all happened spontaneously... none of it was planned... nobody could plan 
anything like that. . . Bella was carried away by the daring idea . . . she 
knew she was a good dancer and better than the girl up on the stage. She 
opened her eyes to see and she stood up and walked out into the aisle, then 
started dancing in the dark, ringed around by tightly observant faces. Men 
were all around her... she saw faces... Paul and Tammy 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 with tight, horny smiles. Here was a truly beautiful girl; 
here was a girl with a face and a figure that belonged to a princess. . . 
here was class with a body that was nothing short of magnificent. 

The regulars pressed around her. They had heard of girls like her coming to 
slum and staying to lewdly fuck all corners. Each of them had heard stories 
or seen such a thing happen; n in front of them, it was happening once more, 
and they were all going to be involved in a night to remember. And, it was 
free. 

It was obvious to everyone that Bella 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-lidded. It was obvious she had too much to drink, for she swayed 
as she danced, catching herself with a lewd loose hip movement. 

Bella danced and the men moved, always a ring around her, always guiding her 
toward the stage. Bella 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 man parted and Bella saw the brightly lit empty stage. 
Her eyes were languid and smoky, and as she saw the stage, she slowly 
realized that the stripper had ducked behind the curtains. 

Cheers went up as Bella stepped up on the stage, smiling triumphantly 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 to 
the music. A man elbowed his way through the crowd, shoving people aside as 
if he owned the place; he stood directly in front of the stage, slowly, 
confidently smoking a cigarette in measured puffs. 

Bella spied him and winked at him over her shoulder. At that moment Bella 
wasn't thinking. . . she was feeling. She was feeling more lascivious and 
lewd than she had since the night she'd lost her virginity at the tender age 
of fourteen. 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 
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 unfocussed, her mind awhirl with pulsating feeling and drunken daring, 
she was putting herself in a state of shock, and she knew there was 
noturning back now. 

"Take it off!" the gruff voice barked out, thrilling her with its 
coarseness. 

"Yeah, take it off!" 

"Show us everything!" The last was followed by short barks of excited 
laughter. 

And through it all; the staunch well-dressed man stood calmly before the 
stage, watching, studying, a slow smile growing over his lips. 

If pure lust were lightning, it would have crackled in that club. The moment 
was insane, happening, not planned. Everyone, even the jaded bartenders were 
urging Bella on. And she felt it, felt, the male sexual heat and horny 
excitement. Grinning, clowning, drunken, her hips undulating, she unbuttoned 
her jersey sweater - the one Peter had given her for Christmas - and slipped 
one snowy shoulder free from the sweater and wiggled it seductively at the 
men. 

Laughter and approval went around the club. Tammy and Paul stood close 
together, watching Bella, occasionally exchanging looks of bewilderment. 
Bella, up on the stage, slipped her other shoulder free and let the jersey 
fall silently to her waist, and she stood with a giddy drunkenly happy 
smile, her upper torso clad in only a black flimsy bra. 

Cold, lust-maddened eyes took in her figure. Her bra barely covered her huge 
melon-round breasts, and every man looked, realizing it was all real: she 
looked even better than when dressed. 

Bella 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 bra strap off her shoulder. 

On stage, Bella was all sensuous motion. Her hips moved freely in a wanton 
way. Both of the thin black shoulder straps of her bra 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 bra leaped forward, her breasts actually 
seeming to swell in pride and freedom. Her hands caught the flimsy bra and 
she held it for a long tantalizing moment before taking her hands away . . . 
letting it fall silently to the floor. 

The men pressed tighter around the stage now as Bella closed her eyes and 
lifted her arms, letting her fingers tangle in her auburn hair and also 
raising her out-thrust breasts even more. She danced in lewd rhythm to the 
music while all the men looked at her naked breasts, at the 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 though they 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 drinks 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 stampeding down 
the steps from the restaurant above, sensing something special was going on 
down there. 

And Bella knew it! She stood up on the 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. 
Bella 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 sweater was bunched and gathered. Her fingers began 
slithering down the length of her skirt, unbuttoning buttons as they went. 
Then wiggling 'her hips lewdly, thrusting her pelvis out in wild time to the 
music, she shimmied out of the skirt. She peeled and rolled it over her wide 
hips until it fell free to 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 skirt, she had unwittingly pulled the panties half 
off and each and every man there could see her voluptuous build. Her little 
belly was delicately sculptured and defined, her hips swayed fully and 
easily and flared out excitingly. Her thighs were full and curved 
sensuously. Nearly naked, Bella 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. 

Bella 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, Bella 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 ran 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. Bella 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 hooded into her panties and tugged at 
them, pulling them down. 

She was stark naked! 

She threw her head back, exposing her white throat and let her auburn hair 
thrash about as she felt her panties down around her ankles. She was stark 
naked in front of strangers! She felt rough hot hands all over her shapely 
buttocks while her fingers pinched her nipples into a searing, obscenely 
exciting life. Callused hands probed at her gentle 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 cunt lips, pushing them aside and slipping maddeningly back 
and forth in the lubrications it found there. 

Her arms raised high, her head thrown back, Bella's eyes were wide as she 
realized what she was doing. She was naked and strange men were exciting her 
with their hands! And she was loving it! 

But the management wasn't loving it! A mob scene they didn't need. They were 
underground already and it cost a lot to pay off Detroit cops. The stage 
went dark and somebody-Bella only saw the hands-grabbed her behind the 
closed curtain, leaving a wake of anguished cries from the crowd.... 

"That was a hell of a show," congratulated the manager of the club, the man 
who'd been standing with arms crossed, stoically through Bella's 
performance. Cigar in one manicured hand, he handed her clothes back. 

Drunkenly, brazenly standing with her hands on her hips, Bella reached out 
for her clothes with one hand and the drink he was offering her with the 
other. "Hey, you're kinda cute," she slurred, gulping down the burning 
liquid, then handing him back the glass, she searching through the rumpled 
mass of clothing wondering where to start. Panties? Bra? 

"You work in a club?" he wanted to know. "You took off those clothes like 
you had experience." 

In answer, Bella flashed her wedding ring at the man. "Work at a club? 
You've got to be kidding. Man, you know what I do? I watch soap operas, I 
cook soup, I wash my kid's clothes. .A housewife... a domestic technician, I 
guess they call it. How does that strike ya?" She wiggled up to him, letting 
her clothes drop to the floor and lifted both lapels of his tailor made 
suit. "You know, you really are kinda cute. . . ." 

"How about a job." The man was unmoved by her advances. He'd seen them 
before. Christ, how many women had tried to lay him just to get a job 
showing off her body. But this chick was different; she had class, and she 
looked clean and fresh. 

"A job? Me? You've got to be kidding." 

Stooping down, the man picked up her clothes and handed them back to her. 
"The job.. .. you want it? Two fifty a night... guaranteed. Four- fifty for 
the play. Take it or leave it." 

"Mister, you got yerself a deal. When do I start?" 

"Friday night. Day after tomorrow. That'll give you enough time to sober up. 
Now get 

.dressed and get out of here before you cause a riot. . . 

"But.. .1..." 

"Come on, honey." It was Tammy. "Here, start with your panties... No, no, 
no, don't bother with her stockings. We'll catch a cab out back." 

Tammy helped her drunken friend get dressed, pulling up Bella's panties, 
hooking her bra, but not until her hands had time to appreciate the task at 
hand. Soon the women were in a cab. 

"That was a hell of a show you put on, Bella," laughed Paul, opening a 
window a crack for some fresh air, badly needed fresh air. 

"They hired her. Curt Baxter hired her, would ya believe it? Christ, I've 
been breaking my ass for years trying to get a job at that joint, and he 
asks her!" Tammy tutted and shook her head. "Guess I'm gettin' old." 

"Hey, sis, you're still prime meat. Don't let it get ya down." 

Bella raised her head off of Paul's shoulder weakly, her face a pale green. 
"We home yet? Oh, God, I'm going to be sick tomorrow." She gagged twice. 

Hearing that all too familiar omen, the cab driver stepped on the gas and 
sped through a red light. 

"Tammy. . ." Bella groped for her friend's hand. "Tammy... come over and see 
me tomorrow. Okay I might not have a husband after tonight. . . ." 

Tammy gave Bella's hand a squeeze. "Personally, honey, I don't think you'd 
care. Sure thing. I'll be over around noon." 

"Yer a pal, a real pal, Tammy. . . 

Some hangovers make your stomach gurgle, and some make your head feel like a 
squeeze-box, but when even your feet feel clammy and cold to the touch, and 
hot and burning on the inside, you know you've tied one on. And that's 
exactly how Bella Brandon felt on Thursday morning. She lay between the 
covers, pulling them over her head to shade her eyes from the searing, 
soul-searching light of day. Somewhere in the distance a church chimed the 
hour. . . and then the doorbell rang. Painfully, she inched her way to the 
door, twice pausing, at the bathroom door, tempted to hang her head over the 
bowl and force herself to be sick. But that, she knew, would be a mistake: 
she hadn't eaten since yesterday noon and a belching case of the dry heaves 
would kill her. . . literally kill her. So she persevered. 

It was Tammy, red-eyed and wearing less makeup than was her norm. "How ya 
doin', kid?" she asked, sitting down on a kitchen chair and, leaning her 
elbow on the kitchen table, she supported her head, her aching, pounding 
head. 

Bella couldn't suppress a giggle. "You look in right form this morning," she 
managed, grabbing for a chair herself. Everything seemed to buzz around her. 

"... 'Bout as bad as you, honey.. ." She let out a heavy sigh, brushing her 
long bleached blonde wavy hair back over her shoulder. Tammy had never 
looked so old. Today without her makeup, she clearly looked her thirty-seven 
years. . . and them some. 

"God, what a night. . ." mumbled Bella mournfully, pulling her housecoat 
tighter around her. "I can't remember when I've gotten that loose. .. . 
Jesus, did I make an ass out of myself, or what?" 

"You showed a little ass, but you didn't make an ass of yourself." A smile 
spread over Tammy's unglossed lips. "You sure put on a show... or are you 
too drunk to remember?" 

"Why?" 

Tammy's eyes widened. "Here. . ." She opened her bag, the size of a small 
suitcase, and pulled out a white paper bag containing two cups of hot, black 
coffee in Styrofoam cups. "Better take a couple of swallows of this before I 
refresh your memory, kid.. . 

"Huh?" Vaguely, Bella recalled getting up in front of a crowd of men... in 
the club.. . she was nearly certain.., and dancing.. . making a fool of 
herself. . . feeling sexy and bitchy making up for all the boring nights 
spent at home with half-drunk Peter and the television set for entertainment 
. . . other than that, it was a blur. . . a hazy, crazy blur. 

"You take cream and sugar or black. . . Tammy was reaching for the sugar 
bowl in the middle of the kitchen table. "You got cream in the 'frig?" Bella 
started getting to her feet . "No," Tammy assured, putting out a hand to 
block Bella. "You sit still . . . I can get it." She found her own spoon, 
making herself at home. That self-assuredness, was what had drawn Bella to 
Tammy. 

Bella' watched as Tammy poured in a generous splash of half-and-half. The 
older woman watched as Bella blew into her own steaming cup of coffee, then 
wincing, took a testing sip: It stayed down. 

"Where shall we start?" smiled Tammy. "You do remember dancing, don't you?" 
Bella nodded her head, her stare vacuous. "How about Curt Baxter offering 
you a job in the club? You remember that?" Bella shook her head. 

"Oh, God," she muttered under her breath, and began rubbing her temples, 
hating to hear what would come next. She had a vague suspicion it wouldn't 
be in her favor. 

"You remember the whistles, people ogling at you, telling you to take your 
clothes off?" 

Bella's heart began a mild infarction... . "Oh, Jesus, Tammy. .. I didn't, 
tell me I didn't. .. She hung her head. 

The phone rang, and Tammy jumped to her feet to answer it in the living 
room, leaving Bella behind to soak up the shame, the humiliation and guilt. 

When Tammy came back, she asked for directions to Bella's mother's house. 

"Oh, I can't believe I completely forgot about Augustine! I didn't call Mom! 
I was too drunk." 

Bella jumped to her feet. "I feel terrible, Tammy. How could I be so 
senseless, so cold as to forget about picking up my own kid?" She threw her 
arms up in dismay. 

"Now don't get so carried away. I told your mother you had gone out for 
lunch with me yesterday and that about three o'clock you'd gotten stomach 
pain. Told her your salad had bad shrimp in it and that I took you to the 
emergency room of Detroit General for food poisoning." Tammy put her hands 
on her hips. "Now listen to me and get this story straight, cause your gonna 
have to remember it for Peter's sake-he spent the night over at your 
mother's. They were both worried sick about you... 

"Oh, Tammy this is ter.. 

"Shut up and listen to me!" barked Tammy, her Leonine personality taking 
-over command. She could have been a Napoleon or Stalin, the way she exuded 
strength and administered command. In comparison, Bella felt weak. 

Tammy continued. "We went out to lunch, you had a shrimp salad and at three 
o'clock you threw up on the corner of Samson and Jackson. 

I hailed down a cab and started to take you back to my place, but your 
condition grew worse. That's when the cab turned around and took you to the 
hospital. Last night they pumped your stomach.. . 

"But . . 

"I've got a good friend who works in the emergency room at Detroit General. 
Why the hell do you think I didn't tell 'em it was Jackson Memorial?... You 
stayed the night, and I paid the bill because you didn't have your insurance 
card along in your wallet. You were released this morning." Tammy searched 
her bag for her tin of aspirin, threw two in the back of her throat and drew 
the car keys from her pocket in one simultaneous motion. "Be back in a flash 
with your kid. 'Spose Peter'll come along, too. In case you forgot, you left 
your car over at your mother's house. He can drive that back himself." 

Bella sat there wide-eyed, drinking in Tammy's story. "Tammy, I don't know 
how to thank you.. . you're incredible." 

"Don't worry, honey... you'll have a chance, believe me... Now get back in 
bed; they all think you're sick." She opened the door, stepped through, then 
turned, and poked her head back in the kitchen. "At least you look the 
part...Bella needed no encouragement to get back in bed. Her world was 
crushed. She'd lied to her mother, lied to her husband, and stripped before 
a crowd of horny, jeering men. There wasn't much left to the imagination. 
Pulling the covers up over her head, she lay on her side in the secure 
pre-natal position, knees up to her chest. What else could go wrong? 

Searching for a distraction from her own - she thought about the characters 
on the afternoon soap operas. What would they do? Would they tell their 
husbands? or... Maybe, no... that was too crazy even to consider. Still, the 
thought tempted her. Would they do it again? Would she, Bella Brandon, 
drunken or sober, get up in front of a crowd of men and take off her clothes 
while everyone grabbed for her body, wanting to touch her unblemished flesh, 
wanting to appreciate her beauty? Wanting to run their fingers through her 
long, auburn hair. A job.. . she'd been offered a job by the man who owned 
that club. Closing her eyes, it was beginning to come back to her now. 
Monday: she'd been offered a ridiculous sum of money to do again what she'd 
done for free last night. 

Oh, this is stupid, thought Bella. I can't be thinking this way. I'm a 
married woman with a beautiful child. What would he think if he knew his 
mother danced naked in front of men!... 

It didn't seem like more than a half an hour before Tammy was back, holding 
Shelly in her arms. Bella could hear them come through the kitchen door and 
walk down the hallway to her bedroom. Soon they appeared in her bedroom 
doorway. The five year old rubbed his eyes sleepily, then held out his arms 
for his mother, calling out her name. 

"Oh, darling. I'm sorry you had to stay at Grandma's all night by yourself. 
Did you have a good time?" 

Augustine sniffed. Obviously he'd been crying. 

"What's the matter, baby? Did you miss Mommy?" 

Tammy, arms crossed over her chest, slowly wagged her head. "Sorry to 
disappoint' you, Mommy, but it's not you he's worried about. 

"Was it bad dreams?" asked Bella, mocking a scared child's voice; she kissed 
Shelly on the forehead. 

"Wrong again, Bella." Tammy uncrossed her arms and sat down on the bed. 
"Seems his Daddy gave him some bad news." She reached over to tousle 
Shelly's curly hair. "Wanna tell Mommy about it?" 

Shelly sniffed again, shaking his head negatively, and tightening his grip 
around his mother's neck. 

"He says his Daddy told him Santa Claus isn't coming to his house this year. 
. . gonna fly right on by. Tight budget this year... 

"Oh, that's not true at all, Augustine! Santa'll come here. I promise!" 

"Then 1 can have the flying saucer, the ten-speed and the camera? Oh boy!" 

"Sure, kid. Bella had made her commitment and now there was no turning back. 
Instantly, she hated Peter for telling their son anything so cruel, so 
unfeeling. How could he destroy anything as pure as a child's hope for 
Christmas? The bastard.. . the insensitive, unfeeling bastard! she thought. 

But what could she promise him? With what? She didn't have any money 
herself. Maybe it was more cruel to make promises you couldn't keep than to 
be realistic and out-front. 

"Really, Mommy! Honest!" Shelly's eyes widened with hope. "Mommy, I love 
you," he muttered, resting his head against Bella's chest. 

"Oh... before I forget. Peter won't be home for a while. Said he had a Union 
meeting. Told him that you won't mind since you needed the rest anyway." 
Tammy winked at Bela.... 

The boy was asleep in his room, the door closed, when Bella finally got the 
rest of the story from Tammy. 

"You mean he offered me two hundred and fifty dollars a night to dance?" She 
didn't know whether she should be shocked, horrified, disgusted, or pleased. 
Certainly, it was flattering. 

"I'm telling you, Bella. I'd do it if I was you. Christ, a couple of nights 
and you could buy yourself a new wardrobe, go out by yourself and the girls 
once in a while. 

and make Augie's Christmas something really special. God knows the poor 
kid's heard enough complaining and bitching from' his father about money to 
make him feel guilty about wanting anything." 

"The women did it in the war, Bella. They sold themselves to buy their 
babies milk. It isn't anything new... 

"But it's so sleazy.. ." Bella took another sip of her warm glass of milk. 
That, too, stayed down. . . miraculously. 

"Listen, honey, if it isn't worth it to you to show off your butt for that 
kinda money, you have no cause to complain. You can stay here and cook soup 
and watch TV and get old, real old, fast. Knowing you, I wouldn't say that's 
your life plan. Either do it now, or forget about it... else you'll get old 
and bitter." Tammy's advice was soundly taken. 

But what she had withheld from her friend was the seamy side.. . the fact 
that once was fun, twice was a habit, and three times was an addiction. But 
that, Tammy decided, Bella could find out for herself. And in thirty-six 
hours, Bella was soon to discover that very fact. PART III: FALLING Curt 
Baxter, owner of the Cellar, was good to his dancing girls. Before they went 
on stage, he gave them time to adjust to what was to come. And so, by the 
time Bella was ready to bare her flesh to the audience, she'd been well 
fortified. 

Not that it had been easy for the housewife to prepare for the evening's 
'work'. Far from it! Before going to work, she'd done the housework and 
shopping, but her mind was on the lusty apparition of seeing herself naked 
in front of a crowd of people. By afternoon, she was drinking and so horny 
and excited that she could barely think of anything else. For since 
Wednesday night, Peter had refused to make love to her. Not that he was even 
home that often, with union meetings and after meeting gatherings at the 
local tavern. , 

By evening, Bella dropped her son off at the babysitter's-not wanting to 
risk another episode with her suspicious mother's prying-and she drove to 
the club, slowly, carefully. She told herself she had to go; she had made a 
promise to her son that he could have anything he wanted for Christmas. 
Besides, another part of her was irretrievably drawn to the temptation of 
being treated like a common whore, of being forced into doing things she 
wouldn't normally do. The more excited she became, the more controlled her 
behavior. She was cool and remote and polite when greeted by Curt Baxter 
backstage. Looking at him, she would never guess that this man would change 
her life. 

Curt led her to a guest room where her every wish was attended to. She had a 
private and luxurious bath and food and fine Scotch to drink. A man, whom 
she would come to know as Barry, showed her a cigarette box carved out of 
teakwood. "Hashish," he told her. "It would help if you had some," She 
didn't...She had a television set that Barry turned on. "Closed circuit," he 
explained as he left the room. Bella gazed at the set and saw. a film of a 
naked girl writhing on the bed. Cynically, she smiled. They were going to 
show her smokers, porny films, to get her in the mood. With a fatalistic 
masochism that made her feel depraved and excited, she poured herself a 
drink and watched the lewd and obscene conduct on the TV screen. 

This isn't, me, mused Bella, with a pang of terror. This isn't the housewife 
who cooks and cleans and mends her husband's socks... laying her in this 
room, tempted with dope, liquor and filthy films. "This isn't me . . ." she 
reassured herself, making a solemn promise that this would be a once-in a 
lifetime experience. Just one night's work and she'd have enough money to 
buy Christmas presents... then she'd quit. Just flat out quit. They didn't 
even know her last name. What did she care? They gave her all the time in 
the world to get ready. She thought they would come for her and start 
bellowing instructions, but they didn't. They gave her time to think.. . and 
drink. They gave her time to look at the teakwood box. She looked more 
closely at it; a naked couple were carved .....she looked away and drank. 
They gave her plenty of time to get acquainted with her surroundings. On the 
TV screen, she watched a film of a man sitting on a chair, his legs spread 
and exposing his genitals, while the girl sucked on his enormous erection. 

"Why are they showing me this?" wondered Bella. All I'm gonna do is go out 
there and take off my clothes. I don't have to do obscene things like that. 
. . 

Bella drained her glass and turned from the TV. She looked in a wall mirror, 
seeing her stunning good looks and her wildly voluptuous figure that even 
her dress couldn't hide. She grinned at her image, slightly drunk. It was 
real . . . simply wasn't real that she was here, in this club. "No, I 
haven't lost my figure," she thought confidently. Unconsciously, her hand 
brushed over her own stomach and groin. Lust crept through her craven flesh 
and nerves like a slow warm syrup... if she kept watching the TV screen, she 
knew she would become insanely horny. Then she finished watching the film, 
watching the young girl kneel between the man's legs and lick his cum 
dripping in thick threads from the tip of his deflating penis. 

By this time, Bella Brandon was more than ready... giddy with drink and half 
naked. Already, she was in a lewd mood as she sprawled in a chair, one leg 
swung up over an arm, her dress pulled up to expose the white crotch band of 
her panties. When Baxter came in, she was ready to fuck him on the spot; her 
loins were hungry and throbbing, achingly teasing her. She had been alone 
for two hours, thinking of her strip-tease in the club and all those greedy 
hands grabbing for her. By this time, she wasn't thinking clearly . . . just 
feeling. 

"Bella. How are you? Think you're ready for your debut?" He made himself 
comfortable on the arm of her chair, stroking her leg that had swung over 
the side. Bella giggled drunkenly. By now she'd consumed five or six shots 
of scotch. She couldn't remember just how many it was, but it was a lot. 

"Ah, Bella, honey, we've had a couple changes in plans. That's why we've 
left you alone back here. The girl who usually plays in the first act can't 
make it. We need somebody." His voice was mellifluous, soft and convincing. 
"You wanna take the part?" He continued stroking Bella's leg. "No parts to 
learn. Just reaction . . . that's all it is." 

"I don't know. .. I .. ." Bella stiffened. Things weren't turning out as 
she'd planned. She'd counted on coming in here, getting slightly loaded at 
the bar, and doing her dance. A one shot deal, pure and simple. Now these 
complications were unnerving her. 

"Bella, it means an extra two hundred." 

"Okay . . ." Bella's voice was a barely audible whisper. "Okay. . ." Never 
did she realize that she'd just offered to sell her body for a wild, 
on-stage orgy. Excitement, like an invisible electric current, ran through 
the Cellar clubroom. The music was turned down low and the voices dropped to 
an anticipating whisper as the audience made themselves comfortable. The 
stage in The Cellar was small, being barely big enough to accommodate a 
large bed raised only a few feet off the floor. Black velvet drapes behind 
it and on the sides acted as backing. Pencil-points of light suddenly 
stabbed through the gathering darkness of the room. 

A murmur ran through the room as a tall slim figure entered and sat down 
front and center, facing the stage. Everyone present knew it was the club 
owner, Curt Baxter. Then, a quick, almost instantaneous gasp went through 
the guests as two men stepped out of the stage, smiling and squinting out. 
The gasp was almost all female, for the two men were stark naked! And they 
were muscular. Their names were Barry and Dirk. Their erections were huge, 
and the reason for their sexual excitement was soon obvious. 

A noise, a groan of lewd excitement welled up from the audience as an 
innocent looking young woman with auburn hair stepped out on the stage. 
Clearly, she was ill at ease, but that only added to the allure. Most of the 
audience had frequented the Cellar and seen live sex acts. The mere fact 
that an obscene sex show was going to take place before their eyes wasn't 
the single most important thing. 

It was the girl, the girl standing up there on the stage! 

She was beautiful, fresh and pure looking. She was standing with her body 
completely covered from the neck down in a purple robe. Her face was 
incredibly lovely, having the fine, delicate features that smacked of good 
breeding. She moved, standing between the two naked giants and, as she 
moved, another gasp went up from the crowd. 

She was naked under the purple robe, splendidly naked, and the audience, 
their heads straining, caught a glimpse of her full figure in the slit of 
the robe. The girl was smiling vacantly, drunkenly, her wetly parted lips 
laxly open as she stared off absently with glazed eyes, as if thinking about 
something... someone, she'd left behind. She seemed almost virginal. 

Men leaned over their tables for a closer look. Where did Curt find such a 
lovely one to act in this sordid display of erotica? She seemed to be 
involved in such a situation. She seemed too striking, too well bred for 
such behavior. A hush fell over the room as every eye watched the girl 
standing between the men. 

The suggestive robe was slit all the way down the front, from her neck to 
her toes, and the audience got another provocative look at her body as her 
beautifully shaped white hands found. their way free and she wrapped her 
fingers around the rapidly swelling shafts of both men's cocks, as if on 
cue. Slowly, she slipped their foreskins back like a sheath or glove over a 
hand. 

Both Barry and Dirk reacted together, reaching for and abruptly whipping the 
purple robe from the girl. 

"Aaaaahhhh!!!" 

The half sigh, half groan ran through the room and couples caressed each 
other lewdly as all eyes were glued on the stage and the girl who stood 
before them, completely naked now, her hands slowly and rhythmically 
stroking the cocks held in either hand. Greedy eyes took in her incredibly 
voluptuous figure. Her proudly upthrust breasts were two fully formed and 
rounded melons. They were heavy and suggested a firmness all their own, for 
they quivered softly as she moved. Her nipples were pointed and tilted 
slightly upwards. Her rib cage and waist were slender and her hips were full 
and supple, moving as if they were made of warm liquid and giving a promise 
of lewdly fluid action. Her thighs were firm and full and beautifully 
curved, matching her legs which were long and tapered. 

Her whole impression was one of voluptuous pleasure and innocence, ripe to 
be defiled. Her stomach was flat and firm, and her mound of Venus jutted out 
temptingly, covered with softly curling pussy hair. Hot, half-closed male 
eyes concentrated on her cunt, on her two softly pouting cuntal lips that 
were so velvety rounded; the shadowy cleft between them hinted at all sorts 
of hot lubricated pleasures. 

The girl seemed to sense all male eyes-and some female-were staring at her 
pussy. She let go of the rigidly erect cock on her right and brushed her 
hair from her eyes. Then, as the audience breathed another collective groan, 
she jutted her swan-like hips out wantonly. Lewdly, her mouth opening in a 
seductive smile that revealed even white teeth, as her free hand slid down 
over her belly and her fingers played in her pubic hair. She couldn't see 
her audience because of spotlights, but she seemed to sense their hunger. 

Bella Brandon was drunken with lust. This was another woman, not the mother 
of a child, up there acting like the lowest of prostitutes. All cares were 
forgotten as she played lightly over her velvety cuntal lips. Spreading her 
feet apart while thrusting her hips out licentiously, she clenched her 
perfectly formed buttocks tightly together, creating shadowy indentations of 
her ass cheeks. Her fingers slowly spread the pulpy lips of her cunt apart, 
revealing her wetly gleaming excitement. Again, a gasp went up from the 
crowd. It was foo much. Such a beautiful girl so depraved in front of them. 

The two men on stage began to manhandle the girl with a cruel kind of 
contempt. Barry seized her wrists and spun her so that everyone might see 
her nakedly rounded buttocks that were unblemished and perfectly tanned. She 
rocked and undulated as Dirk, the dark haired man reached forward with big 
rough hands and began massaging her softly quivering breasts, which t the 
crowd even more. 

Her back still to the audience, the men made her bend over, forcing her down 
with their brute masculine strength. As she bent over and spread her legs to 
keep her balance, her buttocks were completely exposed, as was her narrow, 
hair-lined cuntal slit with its swollen cuntal lips. The men treated the 
girl roughly, each of them seizing a cheek of her ass and spreading it to 
show her tiny budding anus hidden deep in her fleshy crevice. 

This woman, Bella Brandon, mother of a five year old boy, had never, in 
seven years of marriage, made love to any man other than her husband... 

The abused young girl was suddenly freed by the men, and she whirled around 
on the 'audience, her voluptuously full breasts dancing as she turned. Her 
beautiful face was animated, and it was obvious she had enjoyed being so 
obscenely displayed in front of everyone and hearing their vulgar 
suggestions. 

Her hands wrapped themselves around the rampant shafts of the now fully 
thick cocks, and she began stroking them in a lewd time, pulling the skin 
all the way back until she fully exposed their purplish mushroom heads. Both 
Barry and Dirk began fondling and caressing her lushly ripened breasts. They 
got rougher with each passing second, pinching their nipples and almost 
brutally massaging the soft glowing flesh. Their hard hands were getting 
wild and running all over her naked young body, and she permitted them to do 
anything. Her eyelids fluttered and a pleased, dazed smile was on her wetly 
parted lips as she stroked their iron hard cocks with both hands while their 
fingers roughly probed at the sensitive flesh up between her long lithe 
legs. 

Obscenely, she bent one knee and lifted the leg slightly, her weight on her 
bare toes, giving the men a better avenue to her cuntal opening. She 
grimaced half with pain, half with anticipated pleasure as Dirk's thick 
forefinger forced its way up into her wetly throbbing pussy. He began sawing 
in and out of the lust dampened cunt, his finger glistening with her 
lubrication. 

It should have shocked Be/la, she would have been revulsed by it, but she 
felt only pleasure. . . masochistic pleasure. 

Now the room was intensely silent. Everyone watched as the girl jutted her 
hips forward and let her hips begin to pump, ever so slight in time to the 
finger sawing in and out of their wetly clasping cunt. Her hands were 
squeezing the two cocks and stroking them in a lewd rhythm, as Barry grabbed 
her long, auburn hair from behind and pulled her head back. Their open 
mouths locked together in a long lewd kiss. Their wetly hot tongues could be 
seen licking at each other as his big hands pawed and fondled her proud 
naked breasts. 

The room seemed to be growing hotter, and everyone pressed closer to the 
stage as they realized what they were seeing: a ravishing innocent, being 
ravished. The scene grew wilder and low animal moans came from the crowd as 
they watched the girl slowly sinking to the stage floor. The finger was 
pulled from the tight little opening up between her legs with a wetly 
plopping sound as Barry and Dirk slowly forced the girl down to her knees. 
Actually, there was no need to force her. Willingly, slowly, tantalizingly, 
she knelt on the floor of the stage between the two men, still rhythmically 
stroking their huge cocks. Her eyes half closed, she turned her head and 
looked longingly at Dirk's erect, brutally hard penis in front of her face. 
Then Bella did something she never dreamed possible. With a look of pure 
bliss of her face, Bella pulled Dirk's thickly pulsating cock down to her 
half open mouth and let her tongue flick out and lick its huge swollen head. 
She did it not with love, but with lust. Then, opening her mouth wide, she 
slowly guided the hot shaft of hard flesh into the warm moist confines of 
her mouth. Her lips closed down around the blunted head and her cheeks 
hollowed and expanded as she began sucking. 

"Aaaahhh!!!" Again, a moan, a ripple of delight went through the room. 
Zippers whined open and male hands found their way up dresses as everyone 
watched the nakedly kneeling beauty begin hungrily sucking on the penis as 
her, other hand stroked Barry's excited penis. Her head bobbed back and 
forth as she devoured as much of the hard flesh as she could. Dirk's long 
pulsating shaft glistened with her saliva and shone in the overhead 
spotlight as the big man began to brutally fuck in and out of her mouth, his 
powerful hips pumping back and forth. With a loud groan, his hands reached 
down to tangle in her long auburn hair and hold her head in place as he 
began to jolt her with the force of his inward strokes. 

Barry meanwhile contented himself with reaching down and caressing her 
nakedly quivering breasts as she sucked with eyes blissfully closed. The 
room was thick now with smoke and musky scent of couples caressing each 
other. 

The girl on stage pulled Dirk's wetly glistening cock from her mouth with 
obvious reluctance, her lips clinging until the very last minute then her 
'tongue licking its underside lasciviously, before she snapped her head 
around and opened her mouth wide to take in Barry's long hard thickness. Her 
free hand groped behind her for the swollen wet cock her lewdly hungering 
mouth had just abandoned; it was slippery in her hand, and she fondled its 
heatedly pulsating length as her mouth slid back and forth over the hot pole 
of male flesh with an ecstatic intensity. 

The two men were aroused now to a near-violent state, and they crowded 
around her nakedly kneeling body, their hands massaging and roughly fondling 
her tender flesh. They seemed determined to do everything to this girl, and 
they were growing wilder and rougher. They tried and finally succeeded in 
getting both of their hotly throbbing cocks in her ovalled little mouth at 
the same time. 

And Bella Brandon was loving it! She was irresponsible now, like a wild 
animal reacting... not of her own volition. It felt purging...strangely 
purging. They held her head tilted back, holding her brutally by her long 
hair as they stood side by side fucking into her beautiful face. People in 
the audience could hardly stay seated, but they knew better than to approach 
the stage, for once they did so, Curt Baxter would draw the curtain on the 
act. What they were seeing was against the law, and they must be discreet. 

Her head was forced back and her mouth was grotesquely opened wide as both 
massively thickened penises were crammed into her mouth. Wildly, insanely, 
she sucked at both of them, her hands cupping their powerful buttocks and 
pulling them toward her. Women panted and men gaped with open mouths at the 
sight of the voluptuous young girl sucking both lust thickened cocks at 
once. 

The girl lay obscenely sprawled on the bed, her ripe young breasts swaying 
before partially melting into her chest. Her legs were side-spread and each 
member of the audience could clearly see the hair-fringed edges of her 
tightly muscled little pussy and how it glistened with lewd excitement in 
the spotlights. A sexual heat was gripping everyone-except for Curt Baxter 
who sat cool and calm, only his glittering eyes giving away his perverted 
desire. He delighted in seeing this'young woman, Bella Brandon, degrade and 
debase herself completely. 

And he was about to see that happen as his two love actors loomed over her. 
Their teeth were tightly gritted in animal lust and their faces showed the 
sadistic thrill they were getting. One of them, the blonde haired Barry, had 
started to crawl up on the bed, a low animal growl of savagery in his 
throat. Then he reached under the bed, coming up a large bottle of clear 
baby oil. He unscrewed the cap and threw it aside, then held the bottle over 
the sensuous breasts of the young woman who lay so invitingly on the bed, 
drunken with Scotch and with lust. He poured the oil over her soft naked 
mounds with their big bulleted nipples. Bella, smiling lewdly, used her 
hands to smear the thick, glistening oil all over her stomach while a lewdly 
grinning Dirk rubbed it all over her curving thighs and buttocks. He devoted 
considerable attention to the deep shadowy crevice between her ass cheeks 
and to her widespread cuntal furrow. 

Bella Brandon seemed to enjoy caressing herself. She was maddened by lust, 
and drink, and she massaged her oil sheened breasts rhythmically as she 
tucked her chin in and bent her head as both hands tried hard to hold one 
slippery mound up in place while her tongue licked at the nipple. She was in 
a world of pure fantasy... none of this is real, she kept telling herself. 
Only feeling is real. . . only feel is real. . . for to think would be 
damning! 

Where did he get her? wondered everyone in the audience. Where did Curt 
Baxter find such a lovely young thing. She was too stunning, too beautiful 
in every way to be some kind of tramp whore he picked up off the streets. 
Yet, she acted like a real slut. She was obviously enjoying her lewdness as 
she lay nakedly spread eagled on the bed while Barry and Dirk obscenely 
pawed her body, sticking their oil-coated fingers up her tight little cunt 
and fucking them savagely in and out. 

The girl was virtually out of control as she undulated on the bed like some 
belly dancer gone mad with lust. The men's hands were all over her slippery 
body, and it was obvious that the sensual feel of the lubricant was arousing 
the two big men to the exploding point. It was a wild pagan scene to watch 
in the hot club; both of the naked men were beginning to sweat under the 
spotlights as Barry finally got a firm grip on her slippery waist and 
crouched over her. "Fuck her!" a man called hoarsely from the front row, and 
it caused a riot of obscenities. 

The vulgarity of the group only served to excite the girl even more, just as 
the provocative offer two nights before had spurred her sexual desires. Her 
ripe young body trembled as she spread her legs wide, obscenely inviting 
Barry to do what he wished with her. "Fuck her!" the cry was repeated again, 
and the girl shuddered with an unholy desire. 

Then big Barry crashed down on top of her, slipping and sliding off, 
crushing her voluptuously ripened breasts as he did so. His wildly throbbing 
cock was like a freshly cut tree stump as he eagerly moved his hips to get 
in position. Men and women crouched low around the slightly upraised stage 
in order to get a better look at the fucking. They saw Barry's huge 
pulsating penis slip easily into the girl's lubricated cunt with an obscene 
sucking sound. 

They gasped and sighed as her pink cuntal opening spread wide and her hair 
fringed pussy lips clutched involuntarily around the thick sh3ft as it 
slowly sank out of sight up into her tautly rippling belly. 

The group was getting out of control now! The drinking and the lust on stage 
was spurring them on. Couples lewdly caressed each other, sliding down 
panties to the knees, and into gaping zipper holes, as they watched the 
blonde Barry and the girl begin to move in savage harmony against each 
other. Barry's big biceps bulged as he held the slippery naked girl beneath 
him and fucked in and out of her wetly clasping cunt with all his might. His 
balls slapped lewdly against her upturned buttocks, and the girl's tight 
little pussy could be seen rolling inward with each of his vicious thrusts. 
Each time he pulled out to the tip of his lust swollen cock head, the girl's 
cuntal lips could be seen clinging. to the thick shaft like a rubber glove 
pulled from a surgeon's hand. 

Soon, though, all attention was on the stunning girl with the glistening 
body; she was fucking Barry back with an obscene abandon, her hips gyrating 
and pumping as if they were on ball bearings. She was bucking and undulating 
with a lascivious, totally wild abandon. She obviously was giving Barry the 
fucking of his life as he fought to hold onto her slippery body while the 
hands of a dozen spectators tried to caress her, too. Her mouth was open 
wide and deep animal moans of lewd pleasure were coming from her throat as 
her head thrashed abandonedly from side to side. A look of depraved lust was 
in her eyes as she stared off into the distant, unfocused, uncaring, as she 
fucked back with all her might. 

The money for this delicious chore is good, thought Bella drunkenly. I will 
do this for my son... 

The heat in the room was intense now and men were removing heir shirts, 
their faces sweating, their eyes narrow slits as they watched the lewd 
fucking going on in front of them. Tempers and passions were hair-triggered 
and the club might have broken out into an orgy, had it not been for Curt 
Baxter's restraining Voice. 

He was calm, curiously calm, almost clinical as he quietly said, "Everybody 
get back!" Some couples, completely carried away, ignored his commands They 
were quickly removed from the club, by two gigantic bouncers. The room fell 
silent again except for the lewd sounds of Barry's thick cock savagely 
ramming in and out of the girl's quivering cunt. 

"Roll over, Baby," It was Dirk making a command. Bella, lost in her lust, 
wildly fucking back at Barry, her slim waist bucking as her hips lashed up 
to take all of Barry's big cock, didn't seem to hear him. He repeated the 
order. "Roll over, baby. Get on top of him. Barry . .. help her." 

The two obeyed like deranged zombies, rolling over while they still thrust 
and counter-thrust against each other's loins. They rolled completely over 
on the bed until Bella was fully on top of him. She lay still for a second 
with his hotly throbbing cock buried deep in the velvety hot confines of her 
cunt. She rested, taking some of the weight with her arms and allowing the 
nipples of her oiled, ripely swaying breasts to brush back and forth over 
his heaving chest. The look on her face was depraved as she deliberately 
teased him by clenching and unclenching her cuntal muscles around the shaft 
of his cock. Then Slowly, lewdly, she tightened her buttocks and rocked back 
and forth over him, wi groan after groan of wild delight from the big man. 

Men looked at her glistening buttocks with her twin ass cheeks flexing and 
unflexing as their eagerly trembling hands would have given anything (their 
wives, most willingly) to get their hands on that luscious piece of oiled 
ass. Without being told, all eyes turned to Dirk who was crouched by the 
bed, a cruel, wild look on his face as he held his angrily throbbing cock in 
one hand and slowly stroked it back and forth. The awed spectators realized 
it was now his turn. One woman in the audience, half naked in the darkness 
with a man fondling her quivering breasts, moaned, "Ohhhh n000!" as she 
suddenly realized what was going to happen. The girl, Bella, was slowly 
spreading her oil-sheened legs wide until she had to bend her knees. She 
paused again, a look of depraved ecstasy in her eyes as she exposed her 
nakedly rounded buttocks to a room full of strangers. 

Men and women caressed one another with hot impatient hands and breathed 
quickly. Murmurs-low, lewd, intent were heard around the room. "Look at 
that... would you look at th . . just look at that cunt.. Everyone looked 
with half-closed eyes at Bella's oiled buttocks as they slowly spread lewdly 
apart, revealing the tightly puckered entrance to her anus buried deeply and 
snugly in the fleshy crevice between her ass cheeks. Her buttocks were 
undulating, rolling tantalizingly a they moved up and down Barry's huge 
throbbing cock which was now covered with a coat of slippery oil and buried 
deep in her lust crazed cunt. Each person in the room could see how his lust 
thickened hardness spread the parting lips of her pussy so wide that they 
almost folded back on themselves, reveling the coral-pink inner walls of her 
pussy. Even as they watched, they saw her glistening cunt contract tightly 
around his thick shaft. Bella was instinctively using her cuntal muscles to 
grasp more and more of his cock as her knees slithered slowly forward until 
they were next to Barry's armpits and her quivering ass cheeks were high in 
the air, lewdly inviting Dirk as she ground her cunt fiercely down on the 
huge pole of hard flesh sticking up from his groin. 

Dirk crawled up on the bed on all fours, Slipping between the widespread 
legs of Barry and the girl until he was crouched over her upturned, Smoothly 
oiled buttocks. 

Bella was moving as if she were in a dream, her mouth hanging open, her eyes 
glazed with lust. It wasn't until she felt the hotly pulsating head of the 
big.man's cock pressing against her anus that she suddenly seemed aware of 
what was going on. Until that moment, she had been the only person in the 
room that was unaware of what was going to happen. The faces around her were 
watching, mesmerized open mouthed and Stunned by the enormity of what they 
were seeing. 

They saw Dirk holding his thick jerking cock in one hand, guiding it to 
where it nudged against her tightly clenched little anus. 

Bella's eyes widened and she appeared to focus them as she realized what was 
going to happen to her. She couldn't believe it! All she'd been instructed 
to do was to come out on stage, follow orders, and use her imagination. 
Nobody had said anything about anal intercourse! She froze in her obscene 
position, too frightened to move now for fear of displeasing Curt Baxter and 
losing the money she'd earned tonight. Then she closed her eyes and a slow, 
growing smile spread over her face. It was just part of the play, an idle 
threat. But her expression changed on one of pure panic as she realized they 
did plan to do that to her. Her head snapped around and her wide eyes stared 
blankly at the dark figures hovering close to the stage. She could only make 
out silhouettes as she frantically stared for one face: Curt Baxter's. 

She had to find him, find his shadow and plead with him to make these men 
stop their attempts. She tried to move but both Barry and Dirk held her 
securely in place, their hard hands slipping slowly over her glistening 
flesh. "Nnn000oooo!!" It was a long lost wail that came to her throat. The 
look in her refined eyes was desperate. She knew she was helpless and she 
knew what they were going to do to her. 

The room was so silent that Bella's frightened panting seemed like the only 
sound. The crowd watched, silently fondling and caressing one another lewdly 
as Dirk used the thumb of his hand trying to spread her slippery ass cheeks 
further apart. 

The crowd watched Bella, quiver with dread as Dirk's hands brutally forced 
open her tightly clenched buttocks, drawing them apart. Tears suddenly wet 
her cheeks and the crowd gasped as the burly man used his outstretched 
middle finger to tease at her tiny rectal opening. Sharply then, without 
warning, Dirk rammed his oil-coated finger into her puckered little hole, 
driving it to the first knuckle joint. The muscles of Bella's buttocks 
clenched automatically and her anal passage gripped defensively at his 
finger like a closing fist. The pain she was feeling distorted her face and 
a low hoarse moan came from her chest. "Pllleeezzz, noooo!" 

Oh what a fool lam, allowing this to happen! How could I actually think I 
was going to make all that money and feel no pain. That night it was fun, 
but oh god, tonight will be hell! 

Dirk's face was a study of brazen sadism. As if to answer her he viciously 
reamed and sawed in and out into the warm buttery depths of her rectum, 
thrusting his finger into the palm of his hand, causing the helpless young 
woman to groan painfully her refined country-club features distorted in 
pain. Without a care, he began fucking in and out of her helplessly exposed 
anus, obscenely stretching the warm velvety passage in preparation of the 
greater entry that was to follow. 

Finally, Bella closed her eyes and was still, 0 trying not to think, only 
wishing it was over with and she was safe at home... cooking, cleaning.., 
anything! She was crouched on her stomach on top of Barry, her legs spread 
wide, her knees tucke4 under. She was completely defenseless, impaled on 
Barry's long hard cock that was hotly throbbing in her cunt and feeling 
Dirk's thick worming finger sent stabbing pain through her rectum. Tears 
stung her eyes and she found herself sobbing, begging for mercy. 

It was as if she were talking to herself. No one seemed to listen. Rather, 
her pleading and crying only seemed to make the situation all the more lewd. 
With a long moan, a man next to the stage excitedly ejaculated all over the 
hand and arm of a girl who was stroking him. A titter rose from their table. 

Dirk pulled his finger from the girl's tight little anus with a lewd sucking 
sound and aimed the lust-bloated head of his cock directly at the tiny 
puckered hole of her rectum he had so agonizingly stretched and prepared 
with his reaming finger. Once more, with difficulty, his hands slipping in 
the smooth oil, Dirk spread the squirming woman's buttocks wide with his 
fingers, then slowly pressed the huge head of his angrily pulsating penis 
directly at the cringing little mouth of her back passage. The crowd watched 
Bella's pain-contorted face, saw her eyes gape as the brutally stiffened 
cock suddenly popped like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter 
muscle. "AAAAAGGGHHHAAA!" Every eye turned to her nakedly upraised buttocks 
as she froze, screaming. Every eye watched the grotesquely stretched orifice 
give more, spreading obscenely, slipping like a glove over the probing tip 
of his thick, rampaging cock. Everyone watched as Dirk grinned wildly in 
triumph, and thrust his hips heavily downwaid, burying half of the hardened 
fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel with one VjCjO1 thrust of his 
powerful hips. Her groans choked back into her throat as, automatiCa Bella 
fought for freedom from the depraved assault, but her every move oiily 
served to impale her deeper because with each jerk and twist of her tortured 
body, Dirk's massivelY heated cock was sinking that much deeper futilely 
resisting anal - passage. Beneath her, a lewdly smirking Barry thrust his 
hips upwarf, ramming his penis into the deepest confines of her pussy, doing 
his sadistic best to pin her in place. 

The room was completely quiet as Dirk leaned over the girl's defenselessly 
upthrust buttocks and drove his lust thickened shaft through the last 
remaining resistance . . . going unbelievably deep into her tight little 
rectum, right up to his sperm-bloated balls. 

Then, as people held their breath, as Bella's face was distorted by pain, 
both Barry and Dirk started an almost maniacal fucking in and out of the 
helpless young mother 

. "AAAAGGGHHH 

The scream cut the air as everyone watched. No one made a move to help her 
as the two men increased the wild rhythm of their fucking. "Ohhh, God!" 
Bella screamed Piteously as she felt Barry's hotly throbbing cock pistoning 
deep up into her cunt from below, jOining the other thick skewering penis 
stuck so deep in her rectum. She whiihpered helplessly, both in the throb of 
pain and also in humiliation, sandwiched like a whore between the lewdly 
grinning men who were fucking her so mercilessly. 

You wan ted to be treated like a whore, and now You're getting it, Bella 
Brandon.. You can't complain. . . YOU asked for it, lady.... 

She could feel everything more in tensely now as they thrust deeper up into 
her belly from below and from behind with only the thin membrane between 
rectum and cunt separating their lust hardened shafts. The scene in the hot, 
darkened club was growing wilder with couples stripping nearly naked. In the 
back, unseen by most, a man sprawled naked in a chair while a young girl 
crouched between his legs and sucked his virilely hardened cock while he 
watched Barry fucking up into the wildly writhing pussy of Bella Brandon. 
Another young girl somewhere in the back hung over the edge of her chair, 
her buttocks thrust up, while a middle-aged man gu his thick fingers into 
her cunt from behind. He held the girl by the hips as he slowly began 
fucking in and out of her pussy, but his eyes were focused on Bella up on 
the stage, in the brightly lighted bed with the two burly men. 

Both Barry and Dirk finally fell into a smooth rhythmic cadence that pounded 
the oil-glistening body between them like a rag doll. Men and women all over 
the room were cumming all over their chairs and clothes as they watched. the 
wetly glistening cocks ramming into the girl's widestretched genital 
openings like high-powered punch drills. People sprawled on the floor as 
they watched the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with 
Barry's penis on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly back inside her cunt 
as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. Everyone watched 
Dirk's thick cock Pulling out of her backside, drawing the tight ridges of 
her tightly clenched anus with it, then wetly ramming back up into her Until 
his cum balls were wedged hard up into the softly yielding cheeks of her 
buttocks. Then, as everyone in the club watched her pain-twisted young face, 
a change gradually Occurred It was as if the very thought of being SO 
brutally fucked by two men at the same time was finally beginning to result 
in some masochistic overtones of pleasure. Couples stopped their obscene 
fucking and sucking to watch what was happening. A strange look came over 
the naked girl's face, and a low ecstatic moan trembled from her lips. 
Involuntarily her oil buttocks began to undulate, and from the pleased 
expressions on the men's faces, she obviously was clenching fist-like with 
her cuntal and anal muscles at the hard, lust rods of flesh pummeling into 
her. 

"Jesus Christ," a man's Voice whispered softly, "She likes it!' Bella heard 
that and other obscene comments and it intensified the wild sensations which 
were growing inside her belly. Winces of pain on her sweat-streaked young 
face were being replaced by rapturous moans. "Oh God, fuck it, fuck it... 
ple.eezz!!" she grunted thickly to each continuing thrust they made into her 
heatedly quivering cunt and anus. Her expression soon became ecstatic, and 
she obviously enjoyed hearing her own lewd implorings. Indeed, the words 
coming from one so beautiful were doubly arousing to the audience as well. 
Everyone in the room wanted to see this elegant girl humiliated even 
further; both men and women watched to see and hear her beg for it. And beg, 
she did. 

Barry and Dirk went wild at her words, thrusting into her without mercy, yet 
she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they reamed 
into her, until all three began to moan in strange unintelligible cries of 
endless sexual abandon. The room was going wild now! People pressed around 
the small stage, trying to crawl up onto it and get their hands on Bella's 
oil slick body. The bar bouncers were growling threats to several of the 
men, throwing them out the back into the alley. In the midst of the madness, 
Curt Baxter stood up and threatened to close the club if people didn't keep 
their hands off of the woman on stage. Already people were sliding their 
hands over Bella's lush young breasts that danced and trembled beneath her 
kneeling body as she bucked wherever they could and Bella threw back her 
head and moaned. 

"Ahhh! God, yes! I can feel your cocks fucking me! Split me! Hurt meeee! 
God, hurt mee! Fuck me! FFFFUUUUCCCKK MEEEE!" She cried out, egging them on 
now, at the wildly ecstatic sensations. "Fill me! Cum in me together!" she 
wailed like a lost banshee, as she writhed and undulated between the two 
men. 

Then the three of them were writhing wildly and shouting obscene pleas at 
each other, and she felt a hot boiling river of cum shoot deep up into her 
rectum as her own orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations 
of feeling jetting through her. The convulsing young girl could feel every 
throbbing pulsation of the madly jerking cocks inside her as both of them 
were now spewing out their white hot cum deeply into her rectum and boiling 
cunt. 

She crouched over Barry's powerful body, still thrusting his huge cock up 
into her rejoicing young cunt, and let Dirk fill her bowels with his hot 
sperm until it overflowed and ran down between her quivering ass cheeks to 
splash against Barry's balls below. Her face twisted in an almost insane 
convulsion of ecstasy that overwhelmed her and made her go limp. 

And then the curtain pulled shut, leaving a wake of anguished pleas ftom the 
audience. A shout went up for an encore. PART IV: TAMMY'S TURN ".... you 
don't have to play coy withme, Bella. I was there, remember?" 

Tammy and Bella were, sitting in Bella's kitchen having a cup of coffee 
while Shelly played in his room-door closed-with Jody, his young friend from 
across the street. 

"Oh, it was so terrible. I'm so ashamed ... I feel... so dirty. . . ." Bella 
hung her head, not wanting to look in to the knowing eyes of her friend who 
sat coolly smoking a cigarette between rosey red lips. Tammy flicked an ash 
into the ashtray. "I could never do it again even for a million dollars." 

Tammy licked her lips, tasting the sweetness of her heavily glossed lipstick 
that left red smears on her cigarette butt. "Bullshit." She leaned over the 
table and lifted Bella's chin in the cup of her hand. "Look at me, Bella. 
Look me straight in the eye." 

Slowly, painfully, Bella raised her head, her eyes wet with tears. 

"You are a natural. You were good, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. I 
think it was Balzac who once said it didn't matter what you did, as long as 
you do it well. You fuck well... and you'll never be able to get away from 
the temptation to do again what you did last night. You gave people 
pleasure. What's wrong with that?" She sat back, letting Bella's chin 
support itself. "Keep that chin up, lady. Keep it up high." 

"But I . . ." Bella's lower lip trembled. 

"Did you hurt anyone by it? Hell no. . ." she answered her own question. 

"But Peter . . ." 

"What did you tell him?" 

"I... I... told him I had a night job working at the post office for the 
Christmas season. He believed me." Bella wrung the tortured kleenex between 
her fingers. 

"Honey, remember when I saved you from the wrath of your family the other 
night?" Bella nodded. "Well, at the time you asked me if there was anything 
you could do to repay me. Well, there is. I want you to get me a job with 
Curt Baxter. I know how the man operates-he only hires on referrals from 
employees-likes to keep it in the family. With you he made an exception. 
Will you do that for me Bella? Will you give him a call this afternoon and 
tell him about me and have him give me a call?" 

What else could Bella do? "Sure, Tammy. Of course . . . you've been a real 
friend." 

"Then you'll work just one more night... just one more night until I get a 
job?" 

"Yes . . ." Bella sniffed. 

"Promise?" probed Tammy, a smile growing on her lips. 

"I said yes!" Bella took a sip of.her tepid coffee. "One more night and then 
I should have enough money for Christmas. After that it's all over. I'd 
rather die than go through what I did last night. It was hell.. 

Tammy stabbed out the butt of her cigarette. "That's a lie and you know it. 
Be honest with yourself Bella. Everybody saw you cum. . . ." 

Bella began to cry. 

"Damn it! There you go again, feeling guilty and all that nonsense. Just be 
what you are and forget about judging yourself. In some ways, Bella, you are 
the most hypocritical person I know.... But I love you, honey. There aren't 
many chicks I'd go through all this bulishit for. Just trust me. . . Bella's 
second night of performing at The Cellar was her first experience with 
marijuana. She sat in the back room, the sumptuously decorated room with its 
mirrored walls, sipping Scotch and thinking about how wonderful it would be, 
walking out of the club three hours later. .. four hundred and fifty dollars 
richer. And she thought, too, about those fat, swollen cocks and how they 
would fill her. 

Tammy, as always, had been right. Though it made Bella sick to admit it, 
she'd enjoyed the masochistic role she'd played two nights prior. Another 
part of her, an alien corner of her psyche, had responded with a vigor she 
didn't know she possessed. It was quickly becoming a part of her. 

Just one more night, thought Bella studying her naked image in the mirror. 
Only because I promised Tammy . . . then I won 't let myself get so carried 
away again. I won 't. . . I can 't. God, help me, but I can't! She struggled 
to convince herself that those were her true sentiments. Curt knocked on her 
dressing room door, announcing it was time for the show to begin. Bella 
giggled and pulled herself to her feet, wondering if Tammy had succeeded in 
getting a job at The Cellar. Most certainly, she wished Tammy had convinced 
Curt she was fit for a job with The Cellar-though she had no idea what kind 
of work Tammy would do. Stripper, maybe? Though Tammy was thirty seven years 
old, she still had a body like a twenty two year old. 

Bella was helped up onto a small platform at one end of the stage. The 
marijuana-high grade Colombian-had taken a toll on her sanity: she giggled 
and stuck her tongue out brazenly like a showgirl at the stage hands who 
looked at her. The platform contained a 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 light. 

Just one more night, thought Bella in her stoned stupor. One more night of 
getting fucked to death, and then I can hang up this act and go back to 
playing mother and wife to a boring out-of-work husband. 

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. Some of them, she noticed, were 
becoming regulars to see her act. That pleased her. 

Then, something happened. .. something happened to make Bella'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 Bella's face became startled and afraid. 

Swaying drunkenly, she attempted to leave the stage. This wasn't worth all 
the money in the world! She found Barry and Dirk 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 Tammy with a whip in her hand! It was 
almost as if time itself stopped! Nothing no one moved! EveryOne looked at 
Tammy 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. 
Bella could see Tammy's eyes behind the mask . . . they were wild, mad, 
eagerly determined. Her whole manner was changed... it wasn't like Tammy. . 
. it was some she-devil bent on something wicked! 

Bella took slinking steps backwards, away from her. . . instinctively, 
knowing, sensing that it would do no good to try and talk to or reason with 
Tammy. From the look in her eye, it was all too obvious she was taking this 
role of sadist seriously. If I hadn't been so eager that first night, 
bragging about how horny I was, I wouldn't be standing here right now 
confronting one of my best friends-with a whip in her hand!! 

Bella crouched and cowered, trying to hide her voluptuous nakedness, 
realizing that she and Tammy were too much alike.. . she understood what 
Tammy was doing and why! Bella's futile efforts to cover her quaking limbs 
and nakedly quivering breasts only served to excite her audience even more. 
Each person present realized they were going to see something bizarre and 
wanton... something orgiastic.. . they could feel it in the very still air 
of the room... 

"On the bed," It was Tanimy's voice and it wasn't Tammy's voice. Its tone 
insinuated a threat and the smutty promise of lewd things. 

All Bella could do was shake her head. 

Instantly, maliciously, the whip snapped across the stage and cracked 
sharply next to Bella'-s shoulder, making her jump and cower with fear. "Get 
on that bed!" Tammy's voice told everyone that she wouldn't tolerate any 
nonsense. In case anyone doubted her, she lazily flicked the whip sideways 
and the men saw that black whip snake its way around the incredibly well 
formed and slender wais't of Bella. They saw her wince as the tip of the 
whip bit painfully into her tender flesh. She was almost pulled off balance 
as Tammy jerked the whip back and stood.. . menacingly, sexually, with her 
legs far apart, her excitedly moistened cuntal lips glistening in the 
overhead spotlight. 

"Tammy! For Chrissakes! Have you gone crazy?" hissed Bella, rubbing the 
painful red spot on her satin stomach. But Bella obeyed, crawling up on the 
bed and looking beseechingly at Tammy who swaggered in front of her, 
grinning cruelly now that she had made the young woman do as instructed. 

Bella didn't notice Barry and Dirk coming up on the platform. . . not until 
it was too late. She looked up and gasped as they seized her by either arm, 
grabbing her slender wrists in their rough grips. She was forced flat on her 
back and her arms were spread wide and raised above her head "N... nnnooo!" 
She pleaded, not knowing what they were going to do to her. She saw 
immediately. From under the bed they brought steel handcuffs and clicked 
them shut over her wrists with a frighteningly metallic sound. The other end 
of the cuffs were locked to the head of the bed; she was caught, pinned, 
trapped, lying flat on her back with her arms stretched wide above her head. 
She struggled, twisting this way and that, trying to get free. She only 
succeeded in knowing how completely she was trapped. Her proud young breasts 
quivered and spread in an obscene and inviting way. After a short struggle, 
she lay still, panting, her melon-ripe breasts heaving, while Tammy gloated 
at the edge of the bed with her mask and boots making her look lewdly 
sexual, contrasting with Bella's nakedly chained body. She snapped the whip 
around on the floor and a big angry cat swishing its tail. "Spread your 
legs, Bella. You're gonna love this honey. Just like you did that first 
night I brought you here!" Her voice was gloating and grating as she said 
it. 

Bella closed her eyes. This wasn't what she had expected, she didn't want to 
be such a victim, she enjoyed teasing the men. She tried to catch her breath 
and think of what to say or do that would extricate her from this impossible 
position. 

The deadly hiss and smack of the whip almost coincided with her fearfully 
wild, 

"AAAAGGGHHHAAA!" , scream, "AAAAGGGHHHAAA!" 

"AAAAGGGHHHAAA!" 

Twice the whip snaked through the air, cutting at her unprotected flesh, and 
when Tammy withdrew the whip, Bella had a livid criss-cross on her slenderly 
smooth belly. Her face was full of pain and fear as, lips quivering and her 
whole body trembling, she quickly spread her legs to avoid further 
punishment. 

The men in the audience leaned forward, little tight lewd smiles on their 
faces. The girl was trapped and being forced into something. . . it would be 
interesting to see what happened to her. Already, she had opened her long 
lithe legs obscenely wide, and they could see that she was excited. Already, 
the quivering lips of her tight little cunt were swelling and lewdly 
parting, revealing a glint of sexual moisture in her slit. The men watched 
as her nakedly voluptuous body trembled and she spread her legs wide, 
bending her knees slightly, revealing all her secrets, even down to the 
tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks. She lay naked and lewd, frightened, 
vulnerable. instinctively, she glanced in fear of Barry and Dirk. But they 
were backing off the platform, cynical smiles on their faces. Everyone could 
see a moment of doubt and puzzlement cross her face. Then, she looked at the 
foot of the bed and saw Tammy who had put her whip aside and saw crawled up 
on the bed, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. She crawled up between 
Bella's wide spread legs and looked down at the girl's loins, at the 
defenselessly quivering cunt. 

In a flash, Bella knew what was going to happen... she saw it in the wild 
expression in Tammy's eyes behind the black mask... she was going. to be 
forced into something perverted.., they had her trapped and were going to 
arouse her until she accepted something unnatural and depraved. . . they 
were going to make her perform a perverted act . . . and Tammy was going to 
make her like it! 

"Noooooo... Tammy! What's wrong with you?" hissed Bella. "You know I'm not a 
les, for Chrissakes!" She grunted and strained at the hand cuffs. "Come on, 
Tammy, enough of this game. Let's just call it quits. Whatchasay?" 

For an answer, Tammy whirled and snatched up the whip. She crouched between 
Bella's tense spread thighs and had only to hold the whip up to subdue the 
quaking young housewife. She cowered under Tammy, feeling the livid red X 
wildly seared across her stomach by the whip. She tried to avert her eyes as 
Tammy cupped her warm hand over her wetly throbbing cunt. She knew all the 
men were watching... she could hear them exchange whispers. Obscenely, Tammy 
fondled the tender flesh of Bella's vagina with her cupped hand, stroking 
slowly up and down and beginning a regular rhythm while she bent over the 
chained woman's spread-eagled body and let her tongue snake out to lick 
wetly around one erect little nipple. She let her warmly wet lips close over 
the berry-like bud, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked sensuously. All 
the time, her cupped hand kept a slow massage going on Bella's cunt. 

The men sat forward, quite, attentive, watching Bella's body as the masked 
girl made an unholy assault on it. It became immediately obvious that Tammy 
was enjoying her sadistic role of seducer tremendously. Her nakedly dancing 
breasts heaved with a lewd passion as she crouched on her knees with one arm 
above Bella . . . her voraciously sucking mouth flying from one breast to 
the other, leaving the nipples wet with a glistening saliva. All the time 
her hand kept up a grinding motion over the top of Bella's hotly pulsating 
cunt. Lewdly, brazenly, Tammy's hips pumped above Bella as if she had an 
invisible cock in her own moistly quivering pussy. Bella was stretched out 
with her eyes tightly shut, her face averted to one side, her nakedly 
chained body as tense as steel stnngs. Every muscle in her body was 
straining as she used all her will to resist the obscenely perverted thing 
Tammy was doing to her. She tried to deny the spasms of pure pleasure the 
other woman's mouth was giving to her breasts. She screamed in her mind so 
she wouldn't have to think about the smoky excitement smouldering deep in 
her groin as Tammy's bold hand stroked her cunt... she tried not to think of 
the sweetly intense pleasure she was feeling.. . nor did she want to think 
about the wicked pain she was feeling from the lash . . . the whip had 
bitten into her and her body was begging to perspire . . . the perspiration 
was beginning to sting in the red welts, and the pain was mingling , mixing 
with the pleasure . . . and the whole feeling was becoming something else. . 
. something darkly overwhelming, soaring.., wildly masochistic, throbbing, 
throbbing, throbbing in her body. 

Tammy abruptly stopped biting and sucking Bella's breasts and sat up, 
looking down at her cupped hand over her cunt. She was panting, her ripely 
full breasts slowly heaving with pure lust. With one finger, she probed and 
slowly plowed Bella's passion swollen cuntal lips apart. The audience was 
silent as Tammy's finger spread the naked young cunt and began sliding up 
and down the hair-lined furrow, its passageway becoming more easy as the 
finger tip was lubricated by Bella's wild excitement. 

The men watched as Bella tensed her body and Tammy leaned over her, forcing 
one outstretched middle finger into her wetly waiting pussy. The finger 
popped in a lewd, lubricated case and sank in to the second knt joint. With 
a wild grin below her black mask, Tammy began sawing in and out of the 
quivering pussy beneath her. 

The men watched the two naked women, watched Tammy's finger fucking 
rhythmically in and out, glistening now with the dew of Bella's 
cunt-moisture. 

Still, though, through it all, Bella fought her feelings. Her body was as 
tensed as some giant spring. She would occasionally exhale her exhausted 
breath and inhale again, tensing her chained and helpless young body once 
more against the unholy attack. 

Tamnly grinned sadistically beneath her mask as she sawed in and out of 
Bella's cunt brutally and wildly, determined to arouse the housewife. She 
looked grimly evil and perverted as she bent over and spread Bella's cuntal 
lips so every man in the room could see the wet, coral-pink flesh. The 
masked woman expertly and obscenely ran her thumb over Bella's oiled 
clitoris, rolling it around, and sending jolts of pure pleasure surging 
through its flesh. Still, Bella resisted, her eyes shut tight, her head 
flailing from side to side. Her body shuddered as she struggled not to give 
in to her growing perverted pleasure. Slowly, savagely, Tammy stuck two 
fingers into the wetly lubricated cunt and sawed back and forth, 
finger-fucking her obscenely while all the men watched. 

Stills Bella wouldn't budge. 

The obscene sight went on for long lewd moments with everyone intently 
watching Bella's face and body for the first tell-tale sign of her giving in 
to her own all-too-apparent lust. Then Tammy looked angry, almost snarling. 
With a jerk of her head, she summoned Barry and Dirk up on the platform. 
Getting on either side of the bed, the seized Bella's ankles and jerked the 
captive young woman's shapely legs even further apart. 

Bella called out with a choking scream that was muffled by the other woman's 
suddenly swooping and kissing her open mouth, the masked and booted Tammy's 
hot tongue shooting obscenely into her mouth. Barry and Dirk bent her knees 
and spread her legs, even splitting the fleshy crevice of her buttocks. 
Tammy, a depraved smile on her lips, let her tongue lick down over Bella's 
neck. All the men watched as the tongue slid wetly down over the chained 
girl's rapidly quivering breasts and' traveled down over her silky smooth 
stomach and the livid welts. 

The audience sat like stones, watching, swallowing controlling themselves as 
they saw Tammy's hungry tongue wetly licking the insides of Bella's 
frantically jerking thighs. No one said a word as she slowly and gently 
placed her thumbs on either side of Bella's wetly glistening cunt. Slowly, 
sensuously, she spread the swollen cunt lips and looked at the cherry pink 
wet walls of the girl's pussy. Her tongue poised like a whip that had velvet 
smooth strokes. Everyone could see that Bella's body was tensed, trembling, 
waiting for the perverted attack. It came slowly, and gently .. . and 
obscenely. Tammy let the wet tip of her tongue lovingly circle Bella's erect 
little clitoris. Her tongue. gently licked up and down the hotly throbbing 
vaginal lips, teasing, lashing, wantonly provoking. Bella hung on as she 
felt the hot tormenting tongue licking around the tingling perimeter of her 
cunt. She hung on with her whole being until... trembling, a tiny moan 
coming out of her . . . she felt the tongue-tip slip lower, to her 
frantically quivering buttocks which were being held apart by Barry and 
Dirk. She felt Tammy's fingers slip down to further spread the pliant cheeks 
of her ass, and then she felt the tongue burning its wet way to her 
defenseless anus. "Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 

Her cry was torn from her throat as the maddening tongue flicked back and 
forth over her tightly puckering little opening. It licked wetly up and down 
her fleshy crevice, and Bella knew she had never felt anything so brazen, so 
wildly perverted, so shamelessly obscene.. . or so exciting! The searingly 
lewd thrill that twisted her voluptuous young body was like the dam suddenly 
collapsing... she gave way, tumbling on the flood waters of an obscene lust 
too pure to be believed. At the same moment, the masked and booted Tammy 
sensed and felt her friend giving in and her head thrust forward, her tongue 
darting like some obscene whip as it lashed its hot way from anus to 
clitoris. The men in the room leaned closer and watched as the wctly licking 
tongue drove home into the warmly aching confines of Belh cuntal flesh. They 
watched while the tongue curled, darting deeply into he throbbing pink 
opening and then began tongue fucking the hopelessly aroused young wife who 
was chained helplessly to the bed. 

A low, long animal moan came from Bella's tortured mouth . . . her refined 
features were still twisted as her nakedly tormented body writhed and her 
hips began pumping up and down on an obscene parody of fucking. The room 
seemed to explode in excitement. . . it was obvious that the beautiful, 
auburn haired woman had finally given into her own lust. A depraved smile 
twitched on her lust tightened lips as she writhed lewdly, encouraging the 
perverted attack on her helpless young cunt. 

Barry and Dirk didn't have to hold her legs anymore... they stepped back and 
watched. Bella was holding her own thighs obscenely wide as she thrust her 
hotly clasping cunt upward, eager for more of the electrifying tongue. The 
men whispered to one another, eagerly watching Bella's debasement for their 
amusement. 

But there was more to come. 

Bella no longer seemed confined; that is, she no longer minded having her 
wrists clasped in cuffs and her arms spread-eagled over her head. Rather, 
she was enjoying the feeling as she wantonly twisted and writhed about. It 
was a deliciously exciting feeling, being so captured and so violated. Her 
depraved .face was grinning ecstatically as the cuffs cut into her wrists 
and Tammy's tongue darted, like a little red penis, deep into the confines 
of her shamelessly aroused pussy. 

But her humiliation and decadence were yet to reach a climax . . . Tammy was 
yet to be reckoned with. Tammy, crouched on her knees, her hotly sucking, 
licking mouth locked on Bella's frantic young cunt, her naked back arched, 
her gleaming buttocks sticking out so lewdly... Tammy was yet to have her 
way! Her nostrils were flared as she breathed deeply, inhaling the warm 
perfume of her betrayed friend's cunt.. . her pelvis pumped with an oiled 
motion. Clad in black boots and masked, she suddenly whirled like a cat . . 
. she was quick with a sensuously feline grace whirling quickly, her greedy 
mouth still feasting on Bella's cunt, she ,turned her entire body and 
quickly placed her knees on either side of Bella's head. It was obvious that 
Bella had done it before as she hunched in the 69 position. Tammy crouched 
above Bella and clasped her nakedly spread buttocks, pulling the smoothly 
rounded ass cheeks apart again. Then she stuck her wet tongue deep down into 
B wildly quivering cunt once more. Tammy's hips moved downward and.. . Bella 
opened her eyes to see the other woman's wetly glistening cunt and naked 
buttocks poised... legs spread . . . right above her face. The men watched, 
eager wolf-like smiles on their faces as the beautiful auburn haired woman 
eagerly lifted her head, her neck tensing, her red tongue out, as she 
strived to lick her friend's cunt hanging only inches above her. Tammy 
complied, lowering her torso and her lewdly writhing hips, down on Bella's 
beautiful face. The two wanton women let their softly sensuous bodies blend 
together as they buried their faces in each other's pussies and began 
licking, nibbling, sucking at their unholy feast. 

In an electrifying silence, Barry and Dirk silently stripped naked, letting 
their clothes fall where they may. They stood on the stage naked, their 
thick erect cocks bulging obscenely in front of them. Every man in the room 
felt a throbbing erection . . . everyone was excited. Barry and Dirk both 
looked as if they had cocks that were going to explode with a massively lewd 
excitement. Both men looked down at the bed and saw Tammy's nakedly writhing 
buttocks over Bella's face and Tammy's mouth voraciously sucking the 
widespread cunt below her. With a hoarse cry, Barry crawled on the bed. He 
crawled between Bella's wantonly spread thighs and wedged himself up toward 
Tammy's head. The masked and booted woman sensed his coming and took her 
mouth from her friend's lewdly churning cunt to look up. She watched with a 
lewd smile as Barry plunged his lust hardened cock deep into Bella's wetly 
quivering cunt. She watched Barry's long thick penis right below her - face, 
as it began brutally fucking in and out of the desire-lubricated cunt. Barry 
fucked with a wild abandon for about a minute, then wildly pulled his 
moistly glistening shaft out of Bella's tight clasping cunt and stuck it, 
wet with cunt juice, into Tammy's eagerly awaiting mouth. 

Dirk, standing by the bed, his excitedly pulsating cock in his hand, watched 
Barry's obscene fucking of both women. He leaped on the bed, his face wild, 
his strong arms holding his body up over Tammy's. He looked down and saw her 
naked buttocks still grinding down on Bella's stunningly beautiful face. He 
watched their lewd liquid-like movement before he lowered his massively 
thickened cock down into the fleshy crevice between her ass cheeks. Tammy 
felt the hot hardness of his penis and obscenely thrust her ass upward in 
invitation, arching her back and tearing her cunt from Bella's gluttonously 
licking mouth. Bella looked up to see Dirk's rampant cock plow like a sword 
into Tammy's wetly clasping pussy . . . the same cunt she had just licked 
and sucked and made creamy and ready. Dirk pulled his cock out of Tammy's 
cunt with a lewd sucking sound and aimed it downward to slide into Bella's 
excitedly waiting mouth. Each and every man watched as she closed her eyes 
in lascivious rapture and as her tightly ovaled lips began sucking 
sensuously. 

The defilement of both women was completely and brazenly displayed. Both men 
fucked with wild abandon, fucking cunt and mouth alternately. The girls 
behaved like depraved animals. . . they were truly mindless with lust as 
they fought to lick each other's cunts and suck cocks at the same time. 
Insanely, Bella would reach up and grip Tammy's wantonly writhing buttocks. 
Her nails dug into the snowy soft flesh of her friend's ass cheeks, and she 
held tightly in place while she watched Dirk's cock flying into the cunt 
right in front of her face. Both girls were insanely excited by the sight of 
the other being fucked so humiliatingly in front of a crowd of strange men. 

Wild with lust, both women fought to suck cocks. The scene grew wilder and 
wilder as sweating bodies writhed obscenely with all shame forgotten. With 
greedy looks the men switched girls, moving around on he bed so that Barry 
fucked Tammy's cunt and Bella's ovaled wet lips, and Dirk enjoyed Tammy's 
eager mouth and Bella's invitingly spread pussy. 

The party was beginning to get out of control as men in the audience stood 
up and stripped off their clothing, never taking their eyes from the 
writhing foursome on the bed. The room was wild with excitement until the 
club's bouncers came in and quelled the near riot. PROLOGE "Tammy . . . I 
don't know what to say." 

Bella and Tammy were sitting in Tammy's back stage dressing room, sharing a 
bottle of Scotch and smoking the last of the marijuana from the teakwood 
box. 

"Honey, you don't have to say anything... you were great!" She handed Bella 
the roach of the joint. "I think we both found a solution to our 
discontent.. . ." 

A knock at the door made their heads turn. A tall, distinguished looking 
man, well dressed and well comported, stuck his head in. "Okay if I come 
in?" 

"Sure thing, honey," Tammy invited. 

"I'm Joe Bellows. I own a film company in Chicago and I have an offer to 
make you girls." 

Delving into his breast pocket of his vest he pulled out two of his cards 
and handed them to the women. "After watching you ladies I got an idea for a 
film. How about 'S and M in the Kitchen'?" He smiled, waiting for a 
response. 

"What?" 

"Mr. Baxter told me you were a housewife, Bella. I can see it all now... 
butcher blocks, meat cleavers.., there's no end to what we could do. .. ." 

He looked hopefully at Bella. 

If the price is right. . . "Oh, I can assure you, Bella, the price will be 
handsome." 

"And nobody will ever have to know?" 

"Nobody... including your husband. I pay in cash. Strictly cash." 

"Give me a call tomorrow. . . or better still, let me call you." Bella 
looked pleased. 

After Joe Bellows had left, Bella began dressing to go home. "I have to keep 
up the image of the housewife you know, and as long as Peter doesn't suspect 
it won't hurt him. There's no reason I can't have the best of both worlds. . 
. ." 

Tammy began putting on her trench coat "Bella, I could have told you that 
years ago. . . ." 


End
