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The pretty wife turned her head and caught the length of her body and groaned with embarrassment. Her skirt was almost above her hips, and the fullness of her buttocks were visible to not only Sylvia, but to Orlins, reflected as they were in the room's many mirrors, and to anybody in the other rooms who cared to look at her. The shiver of mortification, instead of making her stop, only seemed to urge her on, a tingle of wickedness starting in her belly. The alcohol lowered her reserve, the soothing music dropped it still further, and the awakening of her prurient desires by her lusting girlfriend shortly before shattered it. She allowed herself to drift from concerned fright into a slumberous feeling of wickedness. After all,... it wasn't as if Don was actually making love to her!

 The lewd word, which had suddenly popped into her dizzy mind made Lizzy gasp. What was she thinking! She was thinking of being unfaithful to Eric... but hadn't she been already? The concept, which she promised herself would never take place, was erotically exciting to think about, though... She closed her eyes and imagined what Don Orlins would look like naked, his manhood slipping inside her vagina-was he bigger than Eric? She opened her legs wider and bent backwards, jerking her body to the music beat, not wanting to stop now. Orlins placed his hands on her all but naked buttocks and pulled her to his groin. She ground her hips against his loins, unable to control her body's sudden awakening, breathing a new fire which was growing in her.

The music stopped. Lizzy awoke from her stupor and shamed, she pulled out of Orlis's arms and sat down hurriedly. The man said: "Your friend has a beautiful body, Sylvia." "You should see her naked, Don. She's really gorgeous." Lizzy finished the contents of her glass in one gulp, petrified at the suggestive words her girlfriend had spoken. She blossomed in crimson and looked out on the stage. Then a cool, tall glass was slipped into her hands by Orlins. "No more Grand Marnier, I'm afraid, Lizzy.

Have a Black Russian with us." He sat down beside her, brushing her thighs as he had before....And the house lights dimmed. Now the other windows were dark, and Lizzy noticed that the room they were in had also been plunged into darkness. The performance was about to begin! There was a soft rustling sound, and then from the middle of the stage's ceiling came a bed. It slowly lowered on gold chains-one at each corner. And on the bed was a young girl.
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