Nevertheless, despite the young girl's thrillingly sensual body, Lynn was beginning to fidget a little. What kind of floor show was this? she wondered. Just some pretty girl walking back and forth on a stage?
Then, abruptly, the background music began to seem a little louder and the beat became stronger and more demanding, as if emphasizing that something new was about to happen. Lynn looked up again, just in time to watch four huge black men slip silently out of the darkened doorways on the stage. It was obvious that the lonely young brunette was frightened, as she suddenly realized that she was no longer alone on the deserted street, but she still stood quietly by the street-light as if hoping that her own presence would go unnoticed. It was a futile attempt, for the four powerful-looking Negroes were already eyeing the girl who stood alone and defenseless at the far end of the stage, and the sly, leering smiles on their faces clearly indicated that there were sinister thoughts brewing in their minds. As if sensing the trouble in the air, the dark-haired girl suddenly turned and began walking hurriedly back across the stage, clutching the tiny purse she carried and averting her eyes from the insolent grins the Negroes wore. She had passed one of them and was approaching the second when the four men began to move closer together, quickly forming a wide circle around her. She apparently didn't notice the maneuver, but Lynn could already see that the black men were going to try to block the young girl's path and, for a moment, the young blonde housewife in the rear of the room had an impulse to cry out and warn the unsuspecting girl of the danger that was surrounding her.
Suddenly, one of the Negroes stepped right in front of the hurrying girl, and there wasn't a sound in the club as she suddenly looked up, her eyes wide with fright. She quickly tried to move around him, but the monstrous Negro rapidly reached out and grabbed her slender arm, flinging her back across the stage toward the others. The atmosphere in the club was almost electric with tension and Lynn gratefully clung to George McHenry's hand as he slipped it down into her lap. She was pleased and amazed that the Executive Club would present such a moving drama for its members, but she hoped that someone would soon rescue the girl on the stage, because Lynn herself was becoming a little frightened at what was happening. If those men were poor and just wanted to steal the girl's purse, why didn't they just take it and let her go, instead of taunting and laughing at her? Lynn wondered fearfully.
Then the lovely blonde wife almost gasped aloud as one of the black men grabbed the young girl's arms and brutally pinned them behind her back, while the other three slid closer to her with lewd, evil smiles contorting their dark faces. The terrified girl writhed and twisted trying to free herself, and tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as one of the Negroes clapped his huge hand over her mouth so that she could not scream out for help. Another one reached down to her knees and jerked up at her skirt, filling the room with a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the rounded white panty-covered fullness of her buttocks. As the torn and useless garment fell fluttering to the sidewalk, the same Negro grasped her sweater and yanked it up over her head, tearing her arms out of the grasp of the other. The garment was hurriedly pulled up over her shoulders and face, then completely away from her body, leaving her beautifully rounded torso naked except for the thin strips of fabric that made up her black bra and panties and the long black hose and garter belt she wore. The hand that covered her mouth had been pulled away in the hurried struggle and Lynn heard the girl suddenly break out into piteous supplications for her freedom.
"Oh God, please don't! Let me go please! Don't do it to me, I can't stand it!"
But her pleading cries were cut short again as the black man's hand clamped down hard over her lips. Further muffled cries were choked back, deep down in her throat, until only slight broken moans of anguish could be heard coming from her flaring nostrils as the men began to run their hands over her body, cruelly pinching and teasing at her soft white flesh. Sheer sadistic lust blazed out from the bulging eyes of the four Negroes and their teeth flashed whitely in the stage light as they laughed at the girl's terrified sobbing.
Lynn stared in horror at the stage as she saw the men lustfully tormenting the captive girl. Even though her mind was dulled by all the champagne she had drunk, the petite housewife was certain that this play was more daring than anything she had ever seen before, and she wondered if she shouldn't ask McHenry to take her home now, before it got any bolder. She had heard that there were some very explicit plays dealing with sex playing in New York City and California but this drama was beginning to look like it belonged more in a brothel than in a club run by high ranking corporate executives. Still, she had to admit that, for some reason, the very helplessness of the cowering girl surrounded by the leering Negroes fascinated her and she couldn't look away. The very thought of those four men pawing and handling that defenseless girl's nearly naked body sent shivers of macabre curiosity tingling through her and a rash of goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin. Barely able to stand the tension in the room, Lynn wriggled down tighter in her seat and felt the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swell of her pubic area. She jumped at the unexpected contact and even more at the unexpected shock it had sent racing up her spine. Her breath involuntarily quickened.
Beside her, George frowned to himself as he saw the troubled look on Lynn's face as she sat with her eyes glued to the stage. He watched her reach out for her glass and quickly gulp down the refreshing liquid, attempting to cool off some of the warmth the suggestive scene had transmitted to her body. McHenry quickly refilled her glass.
With each drink, Lynn could feel that she was losing more and more control over her body and emotions. The heat and excitement in the room were beginning to stimulate her against her will. Then, when she saw the girl on the stage begin to cease her struggling and slowly surrender, obviously enjoying the stroking, probing hands of the four Negroes, Lynn became even more confused and upset. If the girl didn't fight against what was happening to her, there would be nothing to stop those men from taking advantage of her beautiful young body and, as she saw the cruel lust gleaming from their eyes, Lynn didn't even try to imagine what the black men would do next.
She began to notice scattered groans and sighs throughout the room and, tearing her eyes away from the stage, peered around the salon to the show. To her amazement, she suddenly realized that many of the audience weren't even watching the obscene exhibition, but then, as she squinted harder into the dim light of the smoky room, she realized that something even more shocking was happening off the stage.
On the long leather couches that surrounded the stage, many of the people were kissing and, even more astounding, Lynn could barely see that some of them had removed part or all of their clothing! There was no illumination in the club room except for the weak street-light on the stage but the young blonde was almost certain that she was seeing various members of the audience actually making love, right here in front of everyone else!
Her mouth agape in disbelief, Lynn leaned forward over the table to get a better view of the front of the room and realized that she hadn't been imagining things. Off in one of the darkest corners of the salon, she saw one of the beautiful young women arching over the back of one of the long sofas, her face a mask of lust and excitement as one of the older men – one of the executives! – bent over her chest, his teeth clamped harshly around the tip of one of the woman's bare breasts! It can't be, it just can't be! Lynn repeated over and over in her mind as her eyes searched the room for more evidence of the unbelievable public depravity.