"George, please, we've got to go! This is all wrong. Please take me out of here!" she softly beseeched the man beside her, pulling hard at one of his arms to pull his hand out from beneath her wrinkled dress.
"Yes, maybe you're right, Lynn," McHenry murmured down at her with apparent worry on his face. "I think I might have lost control of myself. Let's go to one of the rooms upstairs where we can cool ourselves off."
"Yes, yes, anywhere," she implored, "but please let's go now!"
George pulled his hands free of her body and rose from the couch, giving her just a moment to smooth her dress down. He led her quickly toward the bar, stopping to fill their glasses and then, once more, pulled her by the hand out of the darkness of the salon into the doorway to the anteroom. There, he paused and turned around, dropping the triumphant smile he was wearing, just before Lynn saw his face.
"What… what are we waiting for?" Lynn stammered, embarrassed to face him after what had happened on the couch.
"Help me look around in here for Marian and Ed," he said, motioning her back into the doorway to the main room. "I just want to see if they slipped in after the show started."
"Oh, God, I hope not!" the blushing wife blurted out, horrified at the idea that her husband might have seen what McHenry was doing to her. Then, an even worse thought hit her – what if Ed had seen the show and responded the same way she had? Unlike George, Marian would be only too happy to take advantage of another's weakness, Lynn was certain. Bracing herself for whatever might meet her eyes, Lynn squinted into the dimness of the salon, searching the audience for some sign of her husband. But suddenly, her eyes were jerked to the front of the large room by a piercing cry from the stage. Unable to control her own curiosity, the young woman took a step back into the salon to get a better view of what was happening and saw that the dark-haired girl was ramming wildly back against the dog as he began to squirt his erupting animal semen in hard, hose-like jets deep into her now hungrily clasping vagina.
Lynn watched in fascination as the girl's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signifying her own sensual upheaval deep in her belly. The petite housewife could see thick white liquid oozing from the girl's tightly squeezing cunt as she milked the dog's thick prick of every last drop of the precious animal sperm. Glistening trails of the sticky white substance ran down the ivory columns of the girl's smooth white thighs, coming to rest in small pools behind her knees. In the harsh stage light, her buttocks gleamed, displaying the soaked and matted pubic hair and the fragile pink flesh of the girl's pussy as she pitched forward onto the mattress and lay struggling for breath. The cock of the drained beast slipped from her well-fucked cuntal passage with a saturated sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the salon. Lynn gasped as, in a last act of obscene depravity, the dog dropped his head between the girl's widely splayed thighs and lapped at the white sperm that was oozing from her battered cunt. He gulped at it thirstily until eventually there was no more, then he leapt down from the bed and lumbered wearily back across the stage, leaving the ravished girl sprawled across the bed.
As the curtain slowly closed on the depraved scene, Lynn realized that she was trembling and hurriedly turned back to the anteroom. It was with relief and regret that she left the excitement in the salon. She was but a breath away from her own orgasm and, within a few more moments, would have been as helpless to fight her own senses as the poor degraded girl on the stage.
"I didn't see them, did you?" George inquired as she moved unsteadily into the bright little room, trying to bring her body back under control.
"No, I-I don't think so…" she faltered, then looked up at him with pleading in her eyes. "Please, George, I've got to sit down and pull myself together. I just don't know what's wrong with me tonight!"
"Oh, of course, my dear," McHenry smiled understandingly. "There's a room upstairs where no one will bother us for a little while."
Clutching the two tall glasses of the pale green liquor, George smiled triumphantly to himself as he led the way up the stairs to the second floor of the Executive Club.
CHAPTER 6
It was more than a half an hour after Marian McHenry had ordered the "special" drinks for herself and Ed that he thought to look at his watch again and jumped up from the couch where he had been sitting with the beautiful redheaded woman. After she had given him the glass of pale green liquid, telling him that it would "calm his nerves," the handsome young man had somehow lost track of the time that had passed as Marian had snuggled up next to him again and begun teasing him with her fingers and hands.
His boss's wife had just laughed at his protestations when she had finally unzipped his fly and wormed her smooth white hand inside his trousers, teasing his penis into hardness again with her cool fingers. He had been afraid to openly resist this woman who was so important to his career and, as he drank nervously from the drink she had ordered, he found that he had less and less will to defend himself from the advances of this woman who held the key to his entire future at Amalgamated Industries, so he had sat in tortured silence while she stroked and fondled him at will. It had been apparent to him that she was enjoying his discomfort and he had tried not to listen as she spoke seductively of the various things she would do to him, if he would only give her the chance. It had been difficult, more difficult than he ever would have imagined, to stay firm in his resolution to go back down to the main room when they had finished their drinks.
But, now, he leapt back up to his feet, trying to conceal his relief at escaping this fascinating temptress. He reddened slightly at her mocking laughter when he had difficulty in pushing his hardened penis back into his pants.
"Why don't you just leave it out, Ed?" she slyly teased him. "We could have so much more fun that way."
"Marian, I really do wish we could just stay up here," he said, surprising even himself with the sincerity he heard in his voice. "But Lynn got so rattled the other night that I have to make sure that she's not botching everything up again. We had a fight when she came home and now I have to make certain that she's not down there, crying on George's shoulder and telling him what a monster I am."
"There's only one thing that's monstrous about you," Marian chuckled, staring pointedly at the fleshy bulge straining at the crotch of his trousers, "but, all right, dear, if you insist. Just remember, you promised that we would come back up here if they don't seem to be missing us," she added as she resignedly rose to her feet from the couch in the huge bedroom.
For the first time, Ed was really glad that Lynn loathed McHenry with such a passion, for if he didn't have the excuse of making sure that his young wife didn't antagonize his boss, Ed didn't know how he would avoid the very attractive proposition Marian McHenry was offering him. He had to admit that he would love to drag the stunning redhead into the nearest bed and yet, he knew he'd be sorry if he gave in to this temptation. Even if she really could further his career, he could never forgive himself for being unfaithful to his own innocent young wife.
"Sure, Marian," he agreed, relieved that he was getting out of this dangerous situation so easily. After all, he was certain that Lynn was probably half-hysterical by now, after being left alone with McHenry for almost an hour. "If they seem to be having a good time without us, we'll come right back here."
Ed stared blankly at Marian McHenry, his superior's wife, for a long moment, then slowly lifted his own drink in response. After being so confident of finding his wife, Lynn, in distress, the junior executive could barely believe that he and Marian McHenry were back in this bedroom not five minutes after they had left it. He supposed that all the liquor he had drunk this evening was beginning to blur his mind a little, but he could hardly remember going down the stairs and then returning just now. All he could recall was searching the audience in the darkened room for Lynn's gleaming blonde head, then finding it – nestled snugly into George McHenry's shoulder as his wife and his boss sat, happily watching the most obscene show that Ed had ever heard of. His own naive young wife watching some poor girl being fucked silly by a dog! Ed's mind could barely accept the idea and he had been about to go down to the couch and sit with Lynn anyhow, despite Marian's protestations, just to help her through the humiliating ordeal, when he noticed that their places had already been taken by some couple who had wanted to move closer to the action on the stage. All he could think of now was that Lynn had been so involved in the obscene exhibition with the dog that she had forgotten to save his place for him!